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Smile now cry later

Dora Wilkenfeld — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 17:33:08 +0000

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This is without a doubt amongst the best Flickr sets I’ve seen in a long time… try to counter that. From the set description: “Homegirl プリクラ is a collaboration between artists Rio Yañez and Mayra Ramirez. It is the next phase of Yañez’ art series examining the relationship between Japanese youth emulating Cholo and Chola culture and their counterparts in the United States. Homegirl Purikura reverses the appropriation of visual aesthetics and uses Japanese photobooths (Purikura) to create portraits of Cholas. The use of Purikura enables Yañez and Ramirez to create a hybrid visual presentation of portraits decorated in Chola cultural references but using uniquely Japanese visual tools to do so.”

IRL purikura! This is my dream come true.

Invitation: Présentation de Novembre Magazine à Genève

Maxime Buchi — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 20:09:14 +0000

Bonjour,
Nous vous invitons à venir découvrir le nouveau numéro de Novembre Magazine,

le
Jeudi 9 février 2012

de
18h00 à 21h00

à 19h00
Performance de Gilles Furtwängler

chez
Ribordy Contemporary
Boulevard d’Yvoy 7b
1205 Genève

A jeudi!

http://www.ribordycontemporary.com
Evénement Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/events/236496216435551/

butterfly effect

Clement Delepine — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 00:58:58 +0000

In 1973, France decided to celebrate Jean-Michel Jarre as the embodiment of national electronic music at the detriment of Igor Wakhevitch, who was too much of a satanist. Last Friday, Standard and Poor’s finally decided to downgrade France’s credit note.

No offense to Jarre’s fans but I see an evident causal relationship here.

Yesterday at Père Lachaise

Florence Tetier — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 14:41:59 +0000

As emo as it sounds, the weather was perfect yesterday to wander in the Père Lachaise cemetary;

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The movement of dialogue, waiting

Eugenia Lapteva — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 13:10:31 +0000

SCIENTIST: Then we can’t really describe what we have named.

TEACHER: Any description would reify it.

SCHOLAR: Nevertheless it lets itself be named, and being named it can be thought about…

TEACHER: …only if thinking is no longer re-presenting.

SCIENTIST: But then what else should it be?

TEACHER: Perhaps we now are close to being released into the nature of thinking…

SCHOLAR: …through waiting for its nature.

TEACHER: Waiting, all right; but never awaiting, for awaiting already links itself with re-presenting and what is re-presented.

SCHOLAR: Waiting, however, lets go of that; or rather I should say that waiting lets re-presenting entirely alone. It really has no object.

SCIENTIST: Yet if we wait we always wait for something.

SCHOLAR: Certainly, but as soon as we re-present to ourselves and fix upon that for which we wait, we really wait no longer.

TEACHER: In waiting we leave open what we are waiting for.

SCHOLAR: Why?

TEACHER: Because waiting releases itself into openness…

SCHOLAR: …into the expanse of distance…

TEACHER: …in whose nearness it finds the abiding in which it remains.

(Extract from Blanchot’s L’attente l’oubli (1963) in The Infinite Conversation)

a very pleasant pineapple

Clement Delepine — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 02:28:33 +0000

a dog cannot lie

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if a lion could speak we would not be able to understand what he said…why do i say such a thing?

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what’s going on behind my words when i say: this is a very pleasant pineapple?
take your time.

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we imagine the meaning of what we say say as something queer, mysterious, hidden from view…but nothing is hidden! everything is open to view!

you can’t know this pain, only i can!

it makes no sense to speak of knowing something in a context where we could not possibly doubt therefore to say i know i am in pain is entirely senseless

are you saying there are no philosophical problems?

there are linguistic, mathematical, ethical, logistic and religious problems but there are no genuine philosophical problems

you are trivializing philosophy

philosophy is just a byproduct of misunderstanding language. why don’t you realize that?!

from Derek Jarman, Wittgenstein (1993)

Terence Koh’s new website

Reba Maybury — Mon, 19 Dec 2011 11:09:32 +0000

Terrence Koh’s personal online presence has been continually synonymous with his artwork and personality. With the relaunch of his new website you will not be let down. Koh has created an artwork within an artwork for his new website, welcoming you into his world. Where his work is known for his d-i-y sensibilities and zine aesthetic, this feeling smoothly runs throughout.

With an area to personally ask Koh questions, a shop, a diary, a blog of his work as well as his CV. Perhaps the most satisfying aspect is the random and unexpected intercepts of midi music accompanied in his scrapbook cum blog. This set up serves the contemporary internet user in a most fulfilling way.

www.terencekoh.com

EMO

Jeanne-Salome Rochat — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 21:48:55 +0000

Beauty, Beethoven, Barenboim

Eugenia Lapteva — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 14:24:06 +0000

The eye was in the tomb and stared at Cain

Clement Delepine — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 03:50:14 +0000

Excerpt from Une sale histoire by Jean Eustache (1977).

Ô temps, suspends ton bol

Clement Delepine — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 18:14:55 +0000

Le chant du styrene (literally the song of the styrene, homophone for the French word sirène meaning mermaid), is short film directed by Alain Resnais initially ordered by French industrial group Pechiney to highlight the merits of plastics.

The text was written by Raymond Queneau in alexandrines.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t find english subtitles.

Beatrice et Benedict

Eugenia Lapteva — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 23:07:02 +0000

From one song to another: The beautiful duet sung by Hero and her lady-in-waiting Ursule in Beatrice et Benedict – a comic opera based on Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing, written and composed by Hector Berlioz in 1858. Listen here.
Two more performances at Royal Academy of Music.

Heidegger: Hope or Hysteria?

Eugenia Lapteva — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 13:31:48 +0000

Following the winding ways of the Heideggerian landscape is by no means an easy task. We fumble searchingly amongst the shapeless forms of a desert in darkness. Huffing and puffing, we are close to surrender. Then along comes the poem by Rilke and sings:

Though swiftly the world coverts,
like cloud-shapes’ upheaval,
everything perfect reverts
to the primeval.

Over the change abounding
farther and freer
your precluding song keeps sounding
God with the lyre.

Suffering is not discerned,
neither has love been learned,
and what removes us in death,
nothing unveils.
Only the song’s high breath
hallows and hails.
(Part I, Sonnets to Orpheus)

And off we go again, to play on this tortuous way! hurrah!

I feel like acid

Dora Wilkenfeld — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 03:27:02 +0000

Psychic TV – Wicked
Something conscious from the acid vaults.

TUMBLR is the FUTR.

Maxime Buchi — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 22:45:05 +0000

We have a very nice TUMBLR page on which we re-post a lot of the images that were posted on this page here, mixed with other wonders found directly in TUMBLR.

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