(Felix Valotton—Sur la plage)

Si j’ai du goût, ce n’est guère
Que pour la terre et les pierres.
Je déjeune toujours d’air,
De roc, de charbons, de fer

Mes faims, tournez.
Paissez, faims,
Le pré des sons.
Attirez le gai venin
Des liserons.

Mangez les cailloux qu’on brise,
Les vieilles pierres d’églises;
Les galets des vieux déluges,
Pains semés dans les vallées grises.

—

Le loup criait sous les feuilles
En crachant les belles plumes
De son repas de volailles:
Comme lui je me consume.

Les salades, les fruits
N’attendent que la cueillette;
Mais l’araignée de la haie
Ne mange que des violettes.

Que je dorme! que je bouille
Aux autels de Salomon.
Le bouillon court sur la rouille,
Et se mêle au Cédron.

(Arthur Rimbaud—Faim)

according to genesis P’Orridge

Aaron Schuster and Nicolas Matranga are presenting STAND UP, Comedy like you’ve never seen it before.

At Moulin Rouge night club in Vilnius, Lithuania, TONIGHT ONLY at 8pm!

Free admission – exit 10 litas

Exquisite posters by Elena Narbutaite

I wish to warmly congratulate my young sister and her husband for winning the Alias-One competition with this stunning image!

On the second day I woke up late, slightly jetlagged (like I usually woke up earlier). Catch up with Gary, get to the restaurant of the standard hotel, exchange a few text messages with Estevan Oriol, wait for him to arrive to order our lunch. Estevan arrives, gives me a copy of his stunning “LA women” book, we exchange friendly introductory words on business, life, Hip Hop, Art and fashion while having our hamburgers. Then Estevan offers to take us on a trip to his shop “Last Laugh”. We accept, get to a pick up of a size probably violates any european limitation, drive through downtown as we discover Estevan’s taste for british urban music. Last Laugh is an impressively tastefully set up local where Mr Cartoon sells a selection of classic LA urban items such as pendelton shirts and customized baby buggies. A second room is dedicated to Estevan’s “Joker” brand and a backroom hosts a tattoo studio. We are introduced to Estevan’s exquisitely serviceable assistant Flaco and Estevan offers to take us to the infamous S.A. studio. Like degenerated Alices, Gary and myself fall through a delirious rabbit hole as Estevan drives through LA’s very own Skid Row, zigzagging among crackheads while Jamma’s sub-basses tickle our sinuses. As we park in front of the SA studios, I start to realize what SA studios are. Estevan and Mr cartoon’s office, but I am still very far from imagining what is coming next. As we enter, and roam the ground floor, Estevan introduces us to his own and Mr Cartoon’s collection of low riders. If anyone had asked me before that day if I had already seen a real Low Rider, I would have certainly negligently given the answer “yes”, but the truth would have been “no”. What the two european kids discovered there would probably a Dan Graham’s delirium tremens, but it most certainly was for the a dozen years of hip hop- and americano-mania’s (read: “obsession”) once-in-a-lifetime pinnacle. Then i notice that I didn’t take my newly acquired Mark II and that my old G10 is about to run out of battery. Shit

I must stop writing now, it is 100degrees Fahrenheit in NY, my computer is burning. The journey goes on, more soon.

The Sedlec Ossuary (Czech: kostnice Sedlec) is a small Roman Catholic chapel, located beneath the Cemetery Church of All Saints (Czech: Hřbitovní kostel Všech Svatých) in Sedlec, a suburb of Kutná Hora in the Czech Republic. The ossuary is estimated to contain the skeletons of between 40,000 and 70,000 people, many of whom have had their bones artistically arranged to form decorations and furnishings for the chapel.

Jan Svankmajer is married to the surrealist painter Eva Svankmajerova.

Check out his website where books, VHS and even (!) DVD goods can be purchased.

Saint ORLAN, in her Baroque majesty, provides art fiends, devotees and religious pilgrims alike with all the drapery at her disposal.

I came across her website after reading a bit about Marina Abramovic’s new exhibition. I love personal interpretations of religious imagery with a passion (no pun intended…), and to me the .gif is the modern reworking of the classic “poses plastiques,” so here are a few études.