Bobo Baroque

Hopefully on December 21st the Moon will crash into the Earth and Bob Dylan will hold a concert on it

2012-02-11T13:48:00.001+08:00

13.0.0.0.0

"The exquisite corpse will drink the new wine."

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*I can't embed NOWNESS tunes so..* Charlotte Gainsbourg's new album Stage Whispers' track "Anna" remixed by The Horrors' Tom Furse + an interview with Charlotte

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LEE SCRATCH PERRY FUCK YEAHHH {*INTERVIEW/TRACK ON NOWNESS*}

note: There are gonna be tons of references at the bottom of this post so hang around (including credits for some of the notable photos in the post)

Robert Mapplethorpe

Juan Gatti

Blood Falls

Bolon Yokte' K'uh

Brett Lloyd

Bugarach vue Générale

Cadavre exquis by Man Ray, Joan Miró, Max Morise and Yves Tanguy

Christopher Wool

ME AT NINE, PERFORMING TO MADONNA IN SUMMER '91! from Robert Jeffrey on Vimeo.

http://www.npr.org/2012/01/24/145761308/first-listen-air-le-voyage-dans-la-lune

Dresden Codex

Eiko Ishioka

Empress Wan Rong

Enzo Sellerino

Fellini

Godard

First drive in theater, Los Angeles, 1935. © John Gutmann

Frank Lloyd Wright from Taschen

Glucagon-Luc Kryptonite

MMM SS 12 Haute Couture

Robert Mapplethorpe

Irving Penn

Jean Pierre Leaud

Juan Gatti

lee friedlander, new york city, 1962

Lewis Hine

Madonna © Herb Ritts

Marilyn Monroe © Eve Arnold

Marilyn Monroe © Philippe Halsman

MARIPOL

Marleigh's awesome jacket :3

Matthew Stone

Miles Davis by Irving Penn

Never give up © Ernst Haas

Phil Poynter

Philippe Halsman

Popul Vuh

Mapplethorpe

(Dali Atomicus) by Phillipe Halsman

Sedmikrásky, Véra Chytilová (1966)

Sophie Calle

Read "Night"... . . I love Inglourious Basterds for doing what it did

Praying to god that's Dylan

Warhol © Eve Arnold

A long line of fluorescent lights were strung along a steel cable spanning the valley between two hills on a cattle ranch in Wyoming. When seen in this natural context the fluorescent mimics a supernatural sunbeam (a.k.a what most people alleged to see during near-death-experiences) *I forgot what was written on the site so bits of that was made up... The facts are true though*

Matthew Stone: The Body Beyond

David Lynch x Dom Pérignon

Maripol: Little Red Riding Hood

Such Great Heights (Red Bull Cliff Diving Series)

Proenza Schouler Through Harmony Korine's Lens

Rosemary’s Baby: Devilish Décor / Unhappy Hipsters

Eiko Ishioka’s Final Bow

Identity Politics / Sophie Calle

Russian Scientists reach frozen underground Lake Vostok (Antartic) after 20 years of drilling

6 people with superpowers (for real)

Gerhard Richter Painting on Nowness.com.

Restored and Rebooted on Nowness.com.

Return of the Sun on Nowness.com.

I hear there was a really big game happening at the Madonna concert today?

2012-02-06T15:56:00.001+08:00

So a huge thing that I've found myself facing recently is I think a common challenge to many people... that is the very delicate play between self-consciousness, confidence ( &% arrogance? #@ ) and humility. I think in this culture where things often come out very thin (in all 3 senses of the word) and especially given the barrage of so many THINGS in this information age, the resulting quick, superficial yet almost absolute judgement of people makes one very easily self-conscious and thereby almost self-destructive.

I don't know.. . . after meeting all the tremendous people I've met through the blog, etc thus far (and especially the meeting with Daphne Guinness) I think I know the tremendous spark that can possibly exist between human beings... that nothing short of spectacular moment when the stars align and everything just clicks and the communication and understanding between those individuals is immensely profound and so absolutely transcendent it's the most wonderful thing.... and it just totally re-ignited my hope in meeting like-minded people out there and sharing things that people will get... a privilege yet almost necessary relationship that we, as people, need.. And that moment when you come together it's almost as though everything unnecessary is stripped away.. egos, awkward silences, misunderstandings... everything flows and manifests in the such sublime instances it's almost divine really... and it's always nourishing, never like selling your soul out.

So those experiences reassured me, which is also why I think I said what I said in that previous (previous) Fantasy Friday....

But now with school starting (was far too shagged to post a Fantasy Friday last week.. sorry about that....) and meeting new people and everything, it really is rather an effort trying to tell my story and present myself to peers and others under the label of "16 year old CHILD"... It's the most frustrating thing sometimes.... and I know that true confidence never wavers and doesn't need to prove itself and blah blah blah...

But I mean I just felt like I could relate this frustration to my playing with kitsch and to so many other instances of exceptional works by tremendous people that are so easily judged and misread by people... Because sometimes the most profound, brilliant work is hidden under a veneer of distractedness, or kitsch, or vulgarity, or plasticity, etc. It sounds all so superficial here but I think one of the great tools of artists and what makes artists great is that they make you think about the sensibilities behind their works.. the disposition they had to be in to produce that gesture... and then it all becomes almost like a circular yet ever expanding and assimilating (I wouldn't say cyclical) play with sensibilities and experiences... like how Comme and Vivienne Westwood and Thom Browne (sometimes) gets it and juxtaposes tastes and humors so as to expand our vocabulary.

And this might seem like whole lotta hubris but I think the artist sensibility is almost like Contra Mundum (as Daphne so wonderfully put it) ... Peering through the frame of isolation, looking past the rolling plains into the breath of the Sun just hoping someone out there will get it.

And yet on the other hand of this confidence / hubris shindig... is the balancing act of humility and optimism.... sometimes wondering self-consciously of course whether or not this is acquired or sincere.. if there is even such a thing as sincere, instinctual humility. And to me teenagehood right now... aside from being "a period of waiting to send everyone and everything related to it straight to hell", is the pull and tug between all these endlessly rhetorical sensibilities..

This is why it's always so comforting and inspiring to see artists, despite all these debilitating questions of self, continue to play with everything (kitsch and beauty and all the other various ineffable nuanced combinations possible) with the eyes of a child, curious as ever, and emerging triumphant

AND WHAT BETTER WAY TO SERENADE THIS TREMENDOUS STRIDE OF SO MANY PEOPLE, SLIGHTLY OUT OF PLACE AND WORKING THROUGH A SEA OF MIRRORS, THAN WITH

THE RETURN OF THE QUEEN

I mean the way Madonna fuses high and low art so perfectly and transmutes both seamlessly into her own.. that she can even converse so fluently in both must be indicative of tremendous grace, which can stem only from sheer confidence

And by engaging herself in this interesting dialogue without any pretense or judgements, she becomes almost the personification of proper POP music..

And personally I think its the same spirit that we should strive for

P.S Those haters on Madonna's "Give Me All Your Luvin" song, it's one of those songs that creeps on to you, licks your backhair and latches its penis onto your asshole AND YOU MAKE BABIES TOGETHER AND IT WILL NEVER GO AWAY SO DEAL

Narration / Defunct

2012-01-29T14:03:00.001+08:00

Otto Steinert 'Luminogram'

The Beatles, 'Help' 1965

Otto Steinert

Cole Porter

Made 2 more moodboards this week

Above 2 montages from LN-CC.com

Josef Prošek, Performance by Milan Grygar, 1969

"In 12 years he'll be 11 and a half." "That was my favorite age."

2012-01-21T22:11:00.000+08:00

Some of the music above was found via my friend Eric's awesome blog www.foreveradiscoverer.blogspot.com
others made a blast from the past from previous playlists

Suttree stood among the screaming leaves and called the lightning down. It cracked and boomed about and he pointed out the darkened heart within him and cried for light. If there be any art in the weathers of this earth. Or char these bones to coal. If you can, if you can. A blackened rag in the rain.

Suttree, Cormac McCarthy

The Lightning Stole My Stereo
*those of you in Singapore, it's about 6.30pm on Saturday right now as I'm writing this, and I'm just wondering if you guys had that INSANE thunderstorm in the late afternoon... cause if you did, are you guys experiencing this crazy surreal evening sunlight as well? Those two coupled together (the damp streets and this illumination) are just going to make such a magical evening... I suggest you stop reading this and start getting dressed and go out somewhere and do something fun! I mean seriously THIS LIGHT IS MAD BEAUTIFUL!*

I don't know it's a funny thing that one of the major studies of this blog (because I think after all, besides being a journal, this blog is sort of a catalog and catalyst of the various things that fascinate me and that I'm inspired to explore) and the huge motivation behind me doing what I do for Fantasy Fridays is trying to manifest and define and hone my own tastes... I mean half the time I don't even know if what I'm experimenting/talking about is even legit, but it's an interesting way to distract myself.

Anyhoo, to be brutally honest I think I would like to think of myself as having exceptional taste... And I'm not going to try to sound humble here because in some ways I don't think I'm saying that because of my ego or due to arrogance and also largely because I think I want this space to be where I can be totally, bluntly honest as how it first started out.

And so a problem I think I've always had with trying to play around with this "taste" shenanigans *ugh I sound like such a wanker now omg* *omg remember when the blog first started out and I kept punctuating these asides in almost every sentence such that the HUGELY WORDY blog posts were almost unreadable?* is that I find myself sometimes becoming restricted and judgemental very quickly... and that's why I usually like to push myself and play with unconventional beauty such as the various manifestations of kitsch... Anyways because of this most of the times I try and avoid the seemingly tacky "teenage-tumblr" sensibility... sort of the same mood that that title above captures...

I mean *hnnngg* you guys on tumblr should know what I'm talking about... that over-exposed polaroid shots with super-skinny lads in plaid and crotch-tight skinny jeans and tons of piercings, plugs or selective piercings on their lower lips and earlobes and that zac efron hair and cutesy tattoos (especially on their knuckles with their intials or like a FUCK OFFF or something) and such... That aesthetic. Anyways it's spilled over into many other fields, such as the chillwave and some of the music presented above... and I don't know... it's so subtle because most of the times it's rather tacky, and yet other times you look at the same pictures and fall in love with them because it's just one of those days where nothing is held down by the gravity of your anal intellectualism or whatever and you can afford a little frivolous optimism.

And so that's sorta my little tussle in Fantasy Fridays... and maybe in this one too.

Okay I sorta lost myself in all that text above so I don't know what I'm rambling on about right now... and this is usually why I just HATE putting texts into my Fantasy Fridays because what I'm trying to capture and present is usually really subtle and if you bother to scroll through 300 odd images and spend 20 seconds instead of 5 seconds on each and you see what I see and am talking about then great! but otherwise then well... I hope you like the music and stuff... Oh I don't know... I'm bloody as confused as you are half of the time and so that's why I enjoy the freedom of the lack of text in Fantasy Fridays... not just cause it's a good breather from reading/writing essays and shit for school but just because it's a sorta very personal voyeuristic dance with whatever the fuck your mind is toying with at that moment...

And I think for this specific Fantasy Friday.. *lol sorry to backtrack* I think I was confronting a few of my own dislikes such as posting fashion-y runway pictures, those ultra-sleek architecture/interior design photos and the vision of that teenage optimism alongside the play with multiple other fascinations.

Oh and by no means are all effects deliberate... I mean some of you guys might see something between images that I didn't think of or try to present... and you might've arranged the pictures differently and everything... so Yup. Okay... I'll stop talking now... enjoy!

An artist can’t be made to serve a theory. He headed toward the lights that beckoned at the end of the tunnel. He made for the exit and from there he took the open roads that led him where he chose to go instead. He didn’t want to accept the torch they were trying to pass him.

Suze Rotolo, A Freewheelin’ Time

Made 2 moodboards for this post randomly

(the one above and another one somewhere in there that's pretty obvious due to the shitty editing lol)

Somehow in all of these kinda images I picture Rick Owens' wife

This is the future me by the way

Look at the middle finger

Happy 1-day-late birthday David Lynch!

Angel La Beaute, Nick Knight 2000

Arthur Gerlach

BOO RITSON

The few pictures above are from Rookiemag!

Givenchy Pre-Fall 2012

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