I guess I have a soft-spot for weird, short-lived magazines. I’ve talked about how much I love RAW here before, and now I’ve just read Leonard Koren’s book Making WET: The Magazine of Gourmet Bathing about, well, making WET: The Magazine of Gourmet Bathing. That was probably pretty obvious. Unlike RAW, though, I’ve never seen a copy of WET — but I was hipped to it when MetaFilter ran an incredibly interesting piece on it. Once I read the articles linked, I knew I had to have this book.
I wasn’t disappointed. Continue reading
Frieze is the fourth art fair I’ve tasked myself with reporting. I’m not sure how extensively I should discuss the parts of it that are the same as all other art fairs. There is some absurdity to traveling to London for it, considering that the majority of the galleries exhibiting there are American. Of course, that means these American galleries know there’s enough money in Britain’s collecting institutions – including museums, other galleries, and collectors – to invest in making a showing and bringing everything over. And somehow, given both the experience I’ve already had and the much more serious, if not sober, attitude of Frieze, I’m inclined to be a bit less gonzo about the whole thing. That means I step away from my own experience and actually tell you what this particular white circus says about contemporary art. Unfortunately, because I’m far too rude for the double snobbery of the London art world, I was usually intimidated away from talking to more people or finding out how sales were, or if there were after-hours events, or any satellite shows in time to attend them. c’est la vie.
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For people of a certain age, it’s almost mind-blowing to think that Cracked is good now. Back when it was a magazine that was a knockoff of MAD, Dan Clowes‘ (a Cracked contributor in the ’80s) description was right: It was “comedy methadone“, for months when MAD wasn’t published. Never that great, but it seemed to fill the need. So, why of all things, would anyone read a book on the history of Cracked? Mark Arnold’s If You’re Cracked, You’re Happy is just that — and it’s surprisingly interesting.
So, my glasses broke in two about two weeks ago. This is not fun when, without them, you’re legally blind. Trust me on this one. Anyway, everything’s fine now — I got my new glasses and I can see again. In the interim, though, my Dad had to come over to fix my glasses, and while he did, I waited on the couch with my iTunes playing for both of us to listen to. It was kind of fun watching album covers go by and trying to recognize the art from the vague blur that I could see. So, I put together a little game of identifying these record sleeves from blur-vision; roughly about what I could see without glasses.
Feel free to guess in comments; answers will be posted tomorrow!
HINT: None of them are Blur. That’s just a little on the nose.
We here at Kittysneezes are pretty big fans of Coil, so it’s really sad to hear about the death of Peter Christopherson, one-half of that band, one-fourth of inventors-of-Industrial Throbbing Gristle, and a wicked awesome designer, music video director and, from all accounts, human being.
Lee, the guy who turned me on to Coil, for which I’m forever grateful, was going to write a longer piece on Sleazy’s passing, but he got slammed at work (on an admittedly really cool project)… and he discovered that the fine folks at PopMatters had basically said everything he would have said anyway.
That said — he was an immense talent, and the world’s poorer without him. Here’re some videos to enjoy and celebrate his life and work.
The first sentence of this review (the synopsis part) was written not-on-Ambien, which I guess is fairly obvious, but maybe worth mentioning. Also, I wrote this the same night as Shutter Island, and these are the “innermost thoughts” I refer to in that review.
Labyrinth – 1986, 35mm
A bratty Jennifer Connelly throws a fit when she has to babysit her crying little brother, and she wishes for him to be taken away, so some goblins do just that, and then she realizes this is a mistake, but David Bowie tells her the only way to get her brother back is to find her way through his labyrinth to the castle.
Scot Sothern is an underappreciated writer and photographer, who after years of obscurity, is now (hopefully) in the first stage of discovery with Lowlife, a gallery show at the DRKRM Gallery in Los Angeles, which features photographs of street prostitutes along with accompanying literary vignettes. He is also my dad (you may have noticed the similarly “u”-less last names), and I’ve been struggling to write something heartfelt as an intro. But then I realized this bit of press is coming very late, and his show closes after this weekend, so I’ve gotta get this fucking interview posted already. So I will keep it short. He is a tremendous father and I love him lots. His work is beautiful, and edgy and funny, and it has been a major influence on my own work as well as my outlook on life, and the time has come for him to see the success he deserves.
View his website here. Some of the images there, as well as within this interview, are not work-safe.
When I bought a copy of Evguénie Sokolov by Serge Gainsbourg, I thought it was, in fact, Serge Gainsbourg by Evguénie Sokolov. I had no idea that Gainsbourg had written a novella — I just figured the slim volume was a collection of essays about the man; this assumption was boosted by a long introduction by Bart Plantenga and an afterword by Russell Mael of Sparks. (As a fan of both Gainsbourg and Sparks, if I didn’t feel like I had to buy it before, that afterword would seal the deal.) It was only after I started reading the introduction that I realized what I had.
In 2005, Studio Bones brought to the Japanese airwaves a rather unique science-fiction animated television series entitled Eureka Seven. The series ran from April 2005 to April 2006 and followed the lives of Renton Thurston and a young girl named Eureka (pronounced “er-EH-kah”), who was not quite what she seemed. The series became very popular and manga and light novel adaptations soon followed. It didn’t seem to be such a wild idea for a movie to be next, even though the TV series ended on a pretty conclusive note after 50 episodes.
However, that movie has appeared, and what it brings to the big screen is nothing short of breathtaking.
It’s time for Full Disclosure Day on Kittysneezes! Not only do I know Joe Meyer, the artist/writer of In The Meantime, but he’s also contributed the awesome interview with C.H. Greenblatt, the creator of Chowder. So, yeah — I’m not trying to pull a fast one here by telling you to buy this wonderful book without letting you know that he’s a friend of mine.
That said, you should buy this wonderful book, even though he’s a friend of mine.