A critic from the "Art Review" wrote about the painting in 1886:
"Winslow Homer shows in his "Lost on the Great Banks" a rude vigor and firm force that is almost a tonic in the midst of the namby-pambyism of many of his other pictures. The utter simplicity of the composition, the fidelity to local coloring, and spirited rendering of the wave tossed boat and its anxious occupants-these are elements characteristic of Mr. Homer's work, but always welcome because Mr. Homer always has something to say."
yeah seymore, I do. Or rather maybe this is namby-pamby (alluded to in the review).
WInslow was embedded in the Civil War and Hemingway was embedded in a bottle.
Its hard to see through the fog of Jimmy Buffetted Touristavilles and their associated yacht shops with framed yacht club paintings.
Painter of Light. Often intimated, usually xeroxed.
I was thinking of Wyeth as far as illustration goes - maybe its a guache thing. Did Winslow do any Treasure Island stuff?
Check this shit out:
"Baiting is putting an object out there that we know they will use, with the intention of destroying the enemy," Capt. Matthew P. Didier, the leader of an elite sniper scout platoon attached to the 1st Battalion of the 501st Infantry Regiment, said in a sworn statement. "Basically, we would put an item out there and watch it. If someone found the item, picked it up and attempted to leave with the item, we would engage the individual as I saw this as a sign they would use the item against U.S. Forces."
I wonder if the color has faded at all in this (especially the top of the sky...) or whether Homer's palette was just so tonal?
It’s a good comparison with the McLane, is washy, maybe wishy but kind of thorough. Although that said I’m sort of puzzled by the background to the palm trees – that curious gray area - unreconciled on the left as well. Maybe there was a giant lava flow or something (work on the new tourist complex?).
the grey area... smoke from the fallout? or napalm premonition to adorn the serenity. Wasn't mr.winslow a sitcom dad or something. Homosassa is in florida. Dead manatees floating downstream or something. Seems he went down there in the winter coz it was too cold for his delicate watercolour fingers in boston.
OG the Homosassa is in Florida. Homer, an avid fly fisherman, spent a great deal of time fishing and recording Fla. Zip, what is the difference between illustration and observation? Durer made a painting of a wing. One might call it a "study" but I feel its execution and depth of color leads me to believe Durer viewed it as a finished piece. I view Homer's watercolors from this time frame as studies and observations. I guess my point is what makes something illustration and another thing a study?
And the "baiting" is probably just one of the many things as yet unexposed that continue to pull the country's image below the dark water. In the name of fighting terriers.
AN illustration might be the echo of the fishing rod and the tree trunk. Cezanne did that right? here
I don't know if that's important. Like a bonsai tree my mind gets all twisted around.
Smoke is sometimes just an anagram for desire.
Euphemisms for destruction abound. Its a piece of collateral for a loan called damage.
maybe its brillig and the yachts are all out beyond the slithy toves.
This painting is studied intently. Does it draw you in or do you skate on the surface? Hook line and sinker.
I don;t get that with Durer - more scientific in a way - the hard edged style of alchemy. With Winslow it's a limited palette - naturalistic yet perfectly suited for the printed page.
Style is illustrative. Overadherence to style is called mastery. Invisible style is artistry. What is invisible? I don't always know.
Ah but those were simpler times. You could get away with a visual pun. You could hide stuff in plain sight. No one was trying to decode anything. It was all just purely coincidental and plausibly deniable.
The film fueled a dramatic rise in fly-fishing's popularity: the fly fishing industry expanded roughly three-fold in the five years following the film's release
Nicksevin: The distinction between illustration and observation is a bit wayward I think. Even to say ‘observation’ is a preparatory study to an illustration, is to miss that studies do not always lead to illustration, or a further finished work. Studies may be fictive and not involve much ‘observation’ while studies (and drawing in general) are also regarded as works in their own right.
Illustration in the pejorative sense painters tend to use it in, means picturing things to some very narrow and familiar purpose, like ads or how-to-read primers etc. The picture does not really afford much interpretation (would hardly serve if it did). In some cases it’s held to picture a text too literally. Think Bible, history, cherished myths, Santa Claus.
But obviously which texts and how closely they are ‘illustrated’ are not enough to decide whether a picture is art or not.
Illustration is also notoriously twinned with decoration as the great horns of a dilemma for painting (and art). But this is a huge issue. Webthing broached it in an earlier post, and you’ll note the way I deftly evaded it. Here I’ll just say, fairly trivially, that decoration in the pejorative sense, means a secondary or superfluous use to the work. The adorned jug or spear that serve pouring or piercing firstly, serve representation secondly. While the picture might provide shade or shelter on some occasion, conceal unwanted marks on a wall, usually it is thought to picture first and foremostly. Decoration is thus taken to compromise or denigrate the status of representation (and art) just as illustration does in other respects.
Anyone have a copy of "Locus Solus"they wanna sell?I hear its a good illustration of going thru a museum of strange items-with no story-out of print,70 bucks on amazon
Homosassa is on the west coast of Florida. It's still relatively out-of-the-way. Its main attraction today is its tarpon fishing. I mention this because it's old Florida and little has changed in its terrain. The Homer work was done at the only accessible point at the time. You're talking estuary mangroves, ficus and tall sabal palms with bluish grey fronds. In 1904 you would have been chewed by mosquitoes and sand flees ("no-see-ums") early morning or late afternoon, regardless of it being winter.
The intensity of the sun combined with morning ground vegetation heat mist creates this grey opaque veil evident in the palm clearings on the right side of the painting. In all likelihood this watercolor was done between late morning and early afternoon, facing north.
It’s a great depiction regardless of how commercialized this image has become.
remember my art fishing allegory...well this is where the artist fits in to the fishy tale. he sits there staring at the great old personal act of hoisting meat from the deep, in earnest, and uses the very water to keep it, for you.
It's a great image, and a great image tour by semour. I like the idea that we can go back there, experience the experience, the bites and remedies, to paint it all again. Though today the bite might have a little jelly on top, as the 'way of quill' in colloquial remedy.
"Driftwood was perhaps the last believable romantic painting made in America, created as it was on the very cusp of the American discovery of modernism. Within a very few years the landscape became something painters manipulated rather than a force they responded to and believed in. Homer viewed nature in the same way Wordsworth, Emerson, Washington Allston, or Thomas Cole had in the early years of the romantic era. The revolutionary ambition of the romantic painters was to make pure landscape
carry the weight, attain to the heroic and epic significance, of historical painting....The problem for the Romantic painters was to endow landscape with profundity, loftiness of sentiment, an expression not only of appearance but of the reality hidden behind things, of the mystery, the infinity of Nature, and even the drama of the self facing the universe.(24)
Charles Rosen and Henri Zerner were writing of Caspar David Friedrich, but they might easily have been thinking of Homer, or even of Driftwood itself.
painting idealizes whatever it touches not unlike midas' touch. Pictorializing... to be specific with Homer... a kind of painting more associated with the Academy than with Romanticism.
I don't see any philisofical significance in Homer, aside from his surname. Profundity, loftiness and sentiment were pictorial goals, rather than statements.
Sometimes in the daily flow of life and blogging, the good parts are so often pushed aside.
Wouldn't it be interesting to know from your fellow bloggers what the single best or most respected trait is about their wives and husbands? If you aren't married, perhaps an ex or some other person you wish to let us know about. Even if you are about to get a divorce, is there a good trait that resides within their body?
I will be happy to start this off and name one trait.
My wife and I had one marriage behind us when we met. It's natural to look deeper the second time around. My first priority was to watch for a good disposition. And I found one with exactly that. I feel my wife's disposition is almost super-human. It's there 99% of the time. She doesn't hardly know what a bad mood is. She has become distraught, of course, but she is open and talks about what is bothering her.
This one trait makes all the difference for everyone around her. Whether at home, at work, or any place at all, she is genuinely pleasurable.
Will you let the good times roll and tell us yours?
I've concluded that I am just narcissistic. I want to be loved. I want people to appreciate, value and love me for what I do and who I am. All of us have a need to be loved and appreciated -- I don't know anyone who prefers to be unloved and unappreciated. But I am afraid that my need to be loved and appreciated may be pathological. I get anxious in certain situations if I do not feel loved and appreciated. Although, my need for love and appreciation is certainly not as acute as some people I know -- my skin is not that thin. However, my need to feel love and appreciated is often unsatisfied. Oh, to be loved!
there are many computer games designed specifically for the blind.
The first of these “audio only” games I discovered was Sonic Invaders, which plays sort of like an auditory version of Missile Command; X,C,V,Space,N,M, and < control your 180° array of guns, and as you hear incoming ships on your headphones you hit the key corresponding to the ship’s angle to fire at it. Later ships shoot back, and you need to hit B at the right time to raise your shield and deflect their shots. There is information on the screen (score, lives, time to reload your guns), but it’s all redundant with information you receive aurally, and I think the game would be even more striking with no video at all. Sonic Invaders also has the bonus of being programmed in Greece, so both of the in-game voices (one male and one female) have sexy Greek accents.
Turning away from the comforts of the past, I looked for some comfort in a latte. One of my last remaining treats. A Starbucks store now occupied the corner of Lexington and Seventy-eighth, where during my childhood there had been a pastry shop. In my depressed daze, I did not notice the sign in front reading: "Hiring Open House"—not that it was the kind of sign that I would have noticed anyway. Later, I was to learn that Starbucks has hiring events at different stores every week or so in New York. Managers from other stores in the area come in to interview prospective employees. Looking back now, I realize that the good fortune that had left my life returned the moment I chose to step into the store at the corner of Seventy-eighth Street.
Still in my own cocoon of self-pity and nostalgia about lost fortune and family, I ordered my latte and made my way over to a small table. I sat down and did not look at anyone nearby. Staring into my interior space, I tried to make sense of a life that seemed to have completely gotten away from me.
I like this painting. DO you play video games? I have an Xbox360, I took another sip of Starbucks (SBUX) Latte, which is symbolic of the end of a generational culture clash because it's a beverage everyone can enjoy, unifying the aspirations of slackers, suits and soccer moms.
Video games similar to Halo3 and Grand Tourismo had taken up all my time ever since I learned my dad had pancreatic cancer. What a bummer. On top of that my solo show at the Guggenheim had fallen through and I was left with the cold, hard, empty feeling of a disenfranchised GenX slacker - and a prodigal son to boot.
I took another sip of my Starbucks Latte and grabbed a handfull of Dorito's Nacho Cheese flavored tortilla chips. I was burning daylight and I needed all the sun I could get.
Homer goes in, as the phrase is, for perfect realism, and cares not one jot for such fantastic hairsplitting as the distinction between beauty and ugliness. He is a genuine painter; that is, to see, and to reproduce what he sees, is his only care. He is almost barbarously simple, and to our eye, he is horribly ugly; but there is nevertheless something one likes about him.
Something happened I just don't understand Something happened It's making me feel mad Something happened, you don't hear about Oh, please that never did before Something happened I just don't understand Something happened I just don't understand Something happened It's making me feel mad, oh I never saw this on TV I never read it in no book ahh Something happened I just don't understand hey, baby, something happened I just don't understand something happened I just don't understand something happened I just don't understand something happened I just don't understand something happened Something happened I just don't understand Something happened It's making me feel mad I thought I knew a lot of things but I don't know a thing, oh, oh, oh Something happened I just don't understand The things I hear and see don't seem the same The things I touch and feel are forever changed I've never felt this way before and I hope I never do again Something happened I don't know why or when oh, something happened I just don't understand something happened I just don't understand Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo something happened Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo something happened Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo something happened Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
The most difficult adjustment an expatriate has to make, on returning to his native land, is in this realm of conversation. The impression one has, at first, is that there is no conversation. We do not talk—we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory readings of newspapers, magazines, and digests
Thus the castle of each feudal chieftain became a school of chivalry, into which any noble youth, whose parents were from poverty unable to educate him to the art of war, was readily received.
Starbucks is just a half way house for tortured artists.
Rehabs, safe houses, i-cafes and Latte-day saints are all herded to the on-line grapevine. It’s all about hits, traffic, exposure and research. It’s global, it’s free trade, right? Then there’s government programs – welfare obligations and retraining facilities. The deal there is hide the numbers, shift the goal posts. They pay a bounty on every head the program accommodates. Naturally the program accommodates just as many as it can, regardless of capacity, facility, function.
So you might get some shit like web maintenance and basic training for various local community sites, up-date the sports fixtures, the occupational therapy shots and Kendo class schedules. That could take two or three an hour or two, redesign the whole site, bit by byte if you like. But it won’t take a dozen or more crammed into some windowless, stuffy little back room, on the program for 6 months just to earn the ‘retraining credits’. They man (or person) ‘terminals’ patiently (get it). Pay their debt to capitalism, maintain welfare and profits.
There’s porn, gambling, chat rooms going on, some guy keeps googling severed body parts. I didn’t know they covered that. Yeah you can teach yourself Dreamweaver and Publisher with the on-line tutorials. They do PHP and all the designer drugs there. It’s a very stimulating environment actually, all the scars and talk of suicide – heady stuff! The ‘research’ can be very rewarding for a painter as well – there’s nature and romance, history and philosophy, politics! - Especially office politics. It’s all about offices at this level.
Of course after 6 months you have to move on to another program and it turns out there’s a loop hole in compliances, so they don’t actually have to pay you all that restraining credit anyway, but then again, the crime is on-going, isn’t it? Being surplus to the market is something artists tend to know about. You don’t need to paint them a picture, in fact that’s one thing that they could do for you!
Still at least some of us have Turner’s watercolors to look forward to – that should put everything in perspective. A lesson from The RA’s own. Of course you can’t help wondering about all the ‘figure studies’ Ruskin saw fit to destroy as Turner’s executor, but that’s the price you pay for expertise I guess, and I expect Ruskin misread his duty as executioner.
It's fine, in summer, to visit the seashore. There are lots of little trips to be made. A grove of fledgling aspens welcomes the traveler. Nearby are the public toilets where weary pilgrims have carved their names and addresses, and perhaps messages as well, messages to the world, as they sat and thought about what they'd do after using the toilet and washing their hands at the sink, prior to stepping out into the open again. Had they been coaxed in by principles, and were their words philosophy, of however crude a sort? I confess I can move no farther along this train of thought- something's blocking it. Something I'm not big enough to see over. Or maybe I'm frankly scared. What was the matter with how I acted before? But maybe I can come up with a compromise-I'll let things be what they are, sort of. In the automn I'll put up jellies and preserves, against the winter cold and futility, and that will be a human thing, and intelligent as well. I won't be embarrassed by my friends' dumb remarks, or even my own, though admittedly that's the hardest part, as when you are in a crowded theatre and something you say riles the spectator in front of you, who doesn't even like the idea of two people near him talking together. Well he's got to be flushed out so the hunters can have a crack at him- this thing works both ways, you know. You can't always be worrying about others and keeping track of yourself at the same time. That would be abusive, and about as much fun as attending the wedding of two people you don't know. Still, there's a lot of fun to be had in the gaps between ideas. That's what they're made for! Now I want you to go out there and enjoy yourself, and yes, enjoy your philosophy of life, too. They don't come along every day. Look out! There's a big one. . .
So OG, have you come across any good primer book on ajax? need to repay my debt to capitalism. Seriously. Also any good clean packages for apache2, php5 and mysql5 for mac would be sooo appreciated.
Lastly: Like Homer and Sargent... Code can be fuckin spectacular for economy of means!
I'll always love the practitioners of bravado. Velasquez being the first on my list.
To refresh any readers who may have blotted their own adolescent reading of The Catcher in the Rye from memory, you’ve got the snotty young Caulfield on his way home to his parents on Fifth Avenue to give them the bad news that he’s been bounced from Pencey, not his first prep school. In the meantime, he reflects meanly upon some of the other students, calls up an old teacher, and buys a record for his too cute younger sister. Holden’s famous denunciation of the “phonies” of the world and his own inability to see the way he manipulates the reader is radical wonder. He pierces the veil of appearances that adults are too jaded to perceive. He knows; he understands; he dreams of saving anonymous children. He’s utterly phony.
you are right quazimodo was right mozart was right. I cannot say the word eye any more. When I speak this word eye, it is as if I am speaking of somebody's eye that I faintly remember, there is no eye, there is only a series of mouths, long live the mouths. Your rooftop, if you don't already know, has been demolished. Eye is plasma & you are right about that too. You are lucky, you don't have to think about such things as eye & rooftops & quazimodo. in -n- out rules !
…or at least that’s what they want you to think. The truth of the matter is that there is an extensive “secret menu” available for those in the know. In fact, the secret items actually outnumber the items legitimately on the menu.
This isn’t just stuff made up by bored employees. If you order a Flying Dutchman, “Flying Dutchman” prints out on your receipt. It’s in the computer.
There is lots of information out there on the Internet about the secret menu, but no one seems to have gotten it all, and a lot of what is out there is just plain wrong. Nothing is more embarrassing than ordering a secret item that doesn’t exist.
So, through dilligent research, we have managed to produce what we believe is the definitive guide to the In-N-Out secret menu.
From the ashes of a fire to the fleshy arm. From the arm to the cave wall. From the cave wall to animal skin. From the animal skin to stretched animal skin. From the stretched animal skin to fabric. From fabric to stretched fabric. From stretched fabric to stretched canvas. From stretched canvas to skin and to WALLS AGAIN!
I want you to play Breakthrough just the demo Demo only. Free. dom.
i always thought it funny that the word secret becomes, with the addition of just one letter - secrete. like special knowledge doesn't fly, breathe or waver, it's more of an ooze. it's coming out from some crack somewhere. maybe you were walking by and smelt it. maybe you had been trained where to look. or it was chance.
cast your eye over the world, its cracks and plains, and catch it, real it in, chop its head off, hook it through the eye, bleed it, stab it in the brain to avoid the pain of breathing air, cast it back if its too small, freeze it for later if its big enough, or leave it to atrophy on the dock of the bay, pecked by the birds, dismantled by the ants and finished by the weather.
i prefer MGD to pabst. For the graphics. Wouldn't be caught dead with st pauli unless I was ordering it at the hooters hotel in las vegas.
or unless i see the logo on a tshirt worn by a polish model donning fake tits while strolling through willamsburg. Fake is the new real, and I'm such a fake whore.
I had a hankering to wander through the met today, but I remembered that "The Age of Rembrandt" show was up. But that brand has 'sweatshops' written all over it. Though I liked Ruben's sweatshop show last year at Guggenheim Las Vegas in the Koolhas building... And it impressed me enough to buy a pair of Nikes for that long walk up the strip so that I could pick up my ticket for the latest Cirque show.
Well worth it. My Tiempo Ronaldinho's are still going strong, I now hold Van Dyck in high regard, and i've learned that Cirque's O performers are utterly hot, despite the Cirque brand.
Liquid makes everything beautiful.
On second thought, i might take a gander at that rembrandt show.
does an association with a 'brand' deter from one's existential experience of an actual product? Yes of course. Keeping that in mind, Winslow Homer was an exceptional artist despite labels or associations.
I don't get it. Consider that from an outside perspective the universe is throughly dense, and from our perspective the formations that we see as matter are wave fluctuations, matter represents condensations in that wave. If you have a grasp of the time-space fabric described by Einstein (and many others) in his theories, you can illustrate this. whatever floats your boat !
reflections that cause acoustic interference and standing waves, and those are what affect the level of low frequencies produced in a room. When the reflections are reduced by applying bass traps, the frequency response within the room improves. And if all reflections could be removed, the response would be exactly as flat as if the walls did not exist at all.
Like that song you hear playing at Starbucks, but just cannot wait until you get to a computer to download the song? Starting tomorrow at certain Starbucks stores, a person with an iPhone or iTunes software loaded onto a laptop can download the songs they hear over the speakers directly onto those devices. The price will be 99 cents a song, a small price, Starbucks says, to satisfy an immediate urge. hells yeah !
If you liked Helvetica, we recommend the 1996 Carter vintage, Verdana, bottled by Microsoft. The rambunctious stem of the R will bowl you over with it's bold fruity finish. Populist to the core, it pairs nicely with Starbucks Wireless Internet and Nathan's Hot Dogs alike!
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PNYC featured artist Jan 2006 I think - Julie Heffernan is up at an architectural nightmare of a gallery. The work itself is repetitive overhung (feels like fifteen paintings) you can smell the sweat. My god, if obsessiveness was a virtue well i'd be writing love in heaven with some sort of pirate font - maybe a distressed form of Trajan. Anyways, that show feels like a cornucopia after the initial rush of plenty has worn off and you've just consumed your 99th Nathan's Famous hotdog. Truly masochistic.
thanks yall. i've had enough of helvetica and julie heffernan but i'll check out the rest. if I see zip I'll snap a pic and put it up on gawker stalker...
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Winslow Homer @
Brooklyn Museum
Brushed with Light:American Landscape Watercolors from the Collection
200 Eastern Parkway,
Brooklyn, New York
great illustrator
I liked all the Robert Lewis Stephenson stuff.
A critic from the "Art Review" wrote about the painting in 1886:
"Winslow Homer shows in his "Lost on the Great Banks" a rude vigor and firm force that is almost a tonic in the midst of the namby-pambyism of many of his other pictures. The utter simplicity of the composition, the fidelity to local coloring, and spirited rendering of the wave tossed boat and its anxious occupants-these are elements characteristic of Mr. Homer's work, but always welcome because Mr. Homer always has something to say."
liger liger burning bright"
I don't know he's good. But I'll hold comment until after I see the Turner watercolor exhibit at the National Gallery tomorrow.
Zip, at what institution do you reside that gives you so much internet access? Is it one of those LA. rehabs?
Its a halfway house.
a river runs through it
Sublime.
Zipthwung
You have your "paintings" and reviews confused.
Homosassa River. 1904
A master water colorist.
i'm xpecting one of you to buy me a nice winslw homer for my b-day. i'm not picky. (gates has the last one in public hands)
xtend the visible fishing-line from the top eyelet of the fly-rod to the water. a bass is breaking the surface there. (insane accuracy)
yeah seymore, I do. Or rather maybe this is namby-pamby (alluded to in the review).
WInslow was embedded in the Civil War and Hemingway was embedded in a bottle.
Its hard to see through the fog of Jimmy Buffetted Touristavilles and their associated yacht shops with framed yacht club paintings.
Painter of Light. Often intimated, usually xeroxed.
I was thinking of Wyeth as far as illustration goes - maybe its a guache thing. Did Winslow do any Treasure Island stuff?
Check this shit out:
"Baiting is putting an object out there that we know they will use, with the intention of destroying the enemy," Capt. Matthew P. Didier, the leader of an elite sniper scout platoon attached to the 1st Battalion of the 501st Infantry Regiment, said in a sworn statement. "Basically, we would put an item out there and watch it. If someone found the item, picked it up and attempted to leave with the item, we would engage the individual as I saw this as a sign they would use the item against U.S. Forces."
here
i like the giant gorilla in the lowest palm, and the oil slick. nice work. looks like egypt, thailand and columbia - a holiday in monsoon colthaigypt.
I wonder if the color has faded at all in this (especially the top of the sky...) or whether Homer's palette was just so tonal?
It’s a good comparison with the McLane, is washy, maybe wishy but kind of thorough. Although that said I’m sort of puzzled by the background to the palm trees – that curious gray area - unreconciled on the left as well. Maybe there was a giant lava flow or something (work on the new tourist complex?).
Where is the Homosassa River anyway?
I guess when you’re called Winslow, criticism of being namby-pamby tends to follow fairly regularly.
the grey area... smoke from the fallout? or napalm premonition to adorn the serenity. Wasn't mr.winslow a sitcom dad or something. Homosassa is in florida. Dead manatees floating downstream or something. Seems he went down there in the winter coz it was too cold for his delicate watercolour fingers in boston.
they look more like dandylions than palm trees...that gray background? that's abstraction
Abstraction and atmospheric perspective.
OG the Homosassa is in Florida. Homer, an avid fly fisherman, spent a great deal of time fishing and recording Fla.
Zip, what is the difference between illustration and observation? Durer made a painting of a wing. One might call it a "study" but I feel its execution and depth of color leads me to believe Durer viewed it as a finished piece.
I view Homer's watercolors from this time frame as studies and observations. I guess my point is what makes something illustration and another thing a study?
Wondered the same about the fading.
And the "baiting" is probably just one of the many things as yet unexposed that continue to pull the country's image below the dark water. In the name of fighting terriers.
AN illustration might be the echo of the fishing rod and the tree trunk. Cezanne did that right? here
I don't know if that's important. Like a bonsai tree my mind gets all twisted around.
Smoke is sometimes just an anagram for desire.
Euphemisms for destruction abound. Its a piece of collateral for a loan called damage.
maybe its brillig and the yachts are all out beyond the slithy toves.
This painting is studied intently. Does it draw you in or do you skate on the surface? Hook line and sinker.
I don;t get that with Durer - more scientific in a way - the hard edged style of alchemy. With Winslow it's a limited palette - naturalistic yet perfectly suited for the printed page.
Style is illustrative. Overadherence to style is called mastery. Invisible style is artistry. What is invisible? I don't always know.
how do you mix dark green? Here's some nice pictures with compliments, apropos of the great greay greasy green river:
helion: Nude With Loaves 1952
wols: Nearby star (our earth) 1944-5
Giacometti: Flower in Danger: 1933
Ah but those were simpler times. You could get away with a visual pun. You could hide stuff in plain sight. No one was trying to decode anything. It was all just purely coincidental and plausibly deniable.
Burn it all!
The film fueled a dramatic rise in fly-fishing's popularity: the fly fishing industry expanded roughly three-fold in the five years following the film's release
Nicksevin:
The distinction between illustration and observation is a bit wayward I think. Even to say ‘observation’ is a preparatory study to an illustration, is to miss that studies do not always lead to illustration, or a further finished work. Studies may be fictive and not involve much ‘observation’ while studies (and drawing in general) are also regarded as works in their own right.
Illustration in the pejorative sense painters tend to use it in, means picturing things to some very narrow and familiar purpose, like ads or how-to-read primers etc. The picture does not really afford much interpretation (would hardly serve if it did). In some cases it’s held to picture a text too literally. Think Bible, history, cherished myths, Santa Claus.
But obviously which texts and how closely they are ‘illustrated’ are not enough to decide whether a picture is art or not.
Illustration is also notoriously twinned with decoration as the great horns of a dilemma for painting (and art). But this is a huge issue. Webthing broached it in an earlier post, and you’ll note the way I deftly evaded it. Here I’ll just say, fairly trivially, that decoration in the pejorative sense, means a secondary or superfluous use to the work. The adorned jug or spear that serve pouring or piercing firstly, serve representation secondly. While the picture might provide shade or shelter on some occasion, conceal unwanted marks on a wall, usually it is thought to picture first and foremostly. Decoration is thus taken to compromise or denigrate the status of representation (and art) just as illustration does in other respects.
But this is enormously controversial.
Anyone have a copy of "Locus Solus"they wanna sell?I hear its a good illustration of going thru a museum of strange items-with no story-out of print,70 bucks on amazon
OG
Homosassa is on the west coast of Florida. It's still relatively out-of-the-way. Its main attraction today is its tarpon fishing. I mention this because it's old Florida and little has changed in its terrain. The Homer work was done at the only accessible point at the time. You're talking estuary mangroves, ficus and tall sabal palms with bluish grey fronds. In 1904 you would have been chewed by mosquitoes and sand flees ("no-see-ums") early morning or late afternoon, regardless of it being winter.
The intensity of the sun combined with morning ground vegetation heat mist creates this grey opaque veil evident in the palm clearings on the right side of the painting.
In all likelihood this watercolor was done between late morning and early afternoon, facing north.
It’s a great depiction regardless of how commercialized this image has become.
And yes, I’ve fished there.
remember my art fishing allegory...well this is where the artist fits in to the fishy tale. he sits there staring at the great old personal act of hoisting meat from the deep, in earnest, and uses the very water to keep it, for you.
This must be just about the perfect PNYC post for you, Seymour.
It's a great image, and a great image tour by semour. I like the idea that we can go back there, experience the experience, the bites and remedies, to paint it all again. Though today the bite might have a little jelly on top, as the 'way of quill' in colloquial remedy.
The impossibility of death in the mind of someone living.
zip, they're quite amazing.
once bitten
TEMPEST is a codename referring to investigations and studies of compromising emanations (CE). Compromising emanations are defined as unintentional intelligence-bearing signals which, if intercepted and analyzed, disclose the information transmitted, received, handled, or otherwise processed by any information-processing equipment.
Would it be OK if I used some bug repellent, skipped the bites?
Old Guy, your deftness has not gone unnoted.
I hear these days Florida is running out of water.
Function is a term applied to being useful...
Hyperfunction is applied to being over useful...
"Driftwood was perhaps the last believable romantic painting made in America, created as it was on the very cusp of the American discovery of modernism. Within a very few years the landscape became something painters manipulated rather than a force they responded to and believed in. Homer viewed nature in the same way Wordsworth, Emerson, Washington Allston, or Thomas Cole had in the early years of the romantic era. The revolutionary ambition of the romantic painters was to make pure landscape
carry the weight, attain to the heroic and epic significance, of historical painting....The problem for the Romantic painters was to endow landscape with profundity, loftiness of sentiment, an expression not only of appearance but of the reality hidden behind things, of the mystery, the infinity of Nature, and even the drama of the self facing the universe.(24)
Charles Rosen and Henri Zerner were writing of Caspar David Friedrich, but they might easily have been thinking of Homer, or even of Driftwood itself.
everythig reminds you of something, I guess
painting idealizes whatever it touches not
unlike midas' touch. Pictorializing... to be specific
with Homer... a kind of painting more associated
with the Academy than with Romanticism.
I don't see any philisofical significance
in Homer, aside from his surname. Profundity, loftiness and sentiment were pictorial goals, rather than statements.
At least that's what I get from this Jpeg.
that said, I love Homer
for his pictures.
don;t go touching waterfalls
lest you be touched.
A painting of contrasts and composition and detail most at the focal point. Executed with skill.
The great work must inevitably be obscure, except to the very few, to those who like the author himself are initiated into the mysteries. Communication then is secondary: it is perpetuation which is important. For this only one good reader is necessary.
Fishing for confidence or compliments?
humility in the face of creation
Eco tourism man, apparently its the shit.
In order to decode the inherennt message printed on the landscpaee though you might want to read up.
The Sand County Almanac (1949)
For example.
The "Tonalamatl" is also good - signs point to widespread landscaping and toilet to tap programs.
Sometimes in the daily flow of life and blogging, the good parts are so often pushed aside.
Wouldn't it be interesting to know from your fellow bloggers what the single best or most respected trait is about their wives and husbands? If you aren't married, perhaps an ex or some other person you wish to let us know about. Even if you are about to get a divorce, is there a good trait that resides within their body?
I will be happy to start this off and name one trait.
My wife and I had one marriage behind us when we met. It's natural to look deeper the second time around. My first priority was to watch for a good disposition. And I found one with exactly that. I feel my wife's disposition is almost super-human. It's there 99% of the time. She doesn't hardly know what a bad mood is. She has become distraught, of course, but she is open and talks about what is bothering her.
This one trait makes all the difference for everyone around her. Whether at home, at work, or any place at all, she is genuinely pleasurable.
Will you let the good times roll and tell us yours?
I've concluded that I am just narcissistic. I want to be loved. I want people to appreciate, value and love me for what I do and who I am. All of us have a need to be loved and appreciated -- I don't know anyone who prefers to be unloved and unappreciated. But I am afraid that my need to be loved and appreciated may be pathological. I get anxious in certain situations if I do not feel loved and appreciated. Although, my need for love and appreciation is certainly not as acute as some people I know -- my skin is not that thin. However, my need to feel love and appreciated is often unsatisfied. Oh, to be loved!
there are many computer games designed specifically for the blind.
The first of these “audio only” games I discovered was Sonic Invaders, which plays sort of like an auditory version of Missile Command; X,C,V,Space,N,M, and < control your 180° array of guns, and as you hear incoming ships on your headphones you hit the key corresponding to the ship’s angle to fire at it. Later ships shoot back, and you need to hit B at the right time to raise your shield and deflect their shots. There is information on the screen (score, lives, time to reload your guns), but it’s all redundant with information you receive aurally, and I think the game would be even more striking with no video at all. Sonic Invaders also has the bonus of being programmed in Greece, so both of the in-game voices (one male and one female) have sexy Greek accents.
Turning away from the comforts of the past, I looked for some comfort in a latte. One of my last remaining treats. A Starbucks store now occupied the corner of Lexington and Seventy-eighth, where during my childhood there had been a pastry shop. In my depressed daze, I did not notice the sign in front reading: "Hiring Open House"—not that it was the kind of sign that I would have noticed anyway. Later, I was to learn that Starbucks has hiring events at different stores every week or so in New York. Managers from other stores in the area come in to interview prospective employees. Looking back now, I realize that the good fortune that had left my life returned the moment I chose to step into the store at the corner of Seventy-eighth Street.
Still in my own cocoon of self-pity and nostalgia about lost fortune and family, I ordered my latte and made my way over to a small table. I sat down and did not look at anyone nearby. Staring into my interior space, I tried to make sense of a life that seemed to have completely gotten away from me.
"Would you like a job?"
I like this painting. DO you play video games? I have an Xbox360, I took another sip of Starbucks (SBUX) Latte, which is symbolic of the end of a generational culture clash because it's a beverage everyone can enjoy, unifying the aspirations of slackers, suits and soccer moms.
Video games similar to Halo3 and Grand Tourismo had taken up all my time ever since I learned my dad had pancreatic cancer. What a bummer. On top of that my solo show at the Guggenheim had fallen through and I was left with the cold, hard, empty feeling of a disenfranchised GenX slacker - and a prodigal son to boot.
I took another sip of my Starbucks Latte and grabbed a handfull of Dorito's Nacho Cheese flavored tortilla chips. I was burning daylight and I needed all the sun I could get.
It would probably kill me to have such a thing appear. The most interesting part of my life is of no concern to the public.
~Winslow H
Homer goes in, as the phrase is, for perfect realism, and cares not one jot for such fantastic hairsplitting as the distinction between beauty and ugliness. He is a genuine painter; that is, to see, and to reproduce what he sees, is his only care. He is almost barbarously simple, and to our eye, he is horribly ugly; but there is nevertheless something one likes about him.
Idon'tbathe.. Check out "Something Happened" sometime, as per your earlier posts.
WHAT THIS ?
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad
Something happened, you don't hear about
Oh, please that never did before
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad, oh
I never saw this on TV
I never read it in no book
ahh
Something happened
I just don't understand
hey, baby, something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad
I thought I knew a lot of things
but I don't know a thing, oh, oh, oh
Something happened
I just don't understand
The things I hear and see
don't seem the same
The things I touch and feel
are forever changed
I've never felt this way before
and I hope I never do again
Something happened
I don't know why or when
oh, something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
OR THE NOVEL
The novel.
The most difficult adjustment an expatriate has to make, on returning to his native land, is in this realm of conversation. The impression one has, at first, is that there is no conversation. We do not talk—we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory readings of newspapers, magazines, and digests
Thus the castle of each feudal chieftain became a school of chivalry, into which any noble youth, whose parents were from poverty unable to educate him to the art of war, was readily received.
Starbucks is just a half way house for tortured artists.
Rehabs, safe houses, i-cafes and Latte-day saints are all herded to the on-line grapevine. It’s all about hits, traffic, exposure and research. It’s global, it’s free trade, right? Then there’s government programs – welfare obligations and retraining facilities. The deal there is hide the numbers, shift the goal posts. They pay a bounty on every head the program accommodates. Naturally the program accommodates just as many as it can, regardless of capacity, facility, function.
So you might get some shit like web maintenance and basic training for various local community sites, up-date the sports fixtures, the occupational therapy shots and Kendo class schedules. That could take two or three an hour or two, redesign the whole site, bit by byte if you like. But it won’t take a dozen or more crammed into some windowless, stuffy little back room, on the program for 6 months just to earn the ‘retraining credits’. They man (or person) ‘terminals’ patiently (get it). Pay their debt to capitalism, maintain welfare and profits.
There’s porn, gambling, chat rooms going on, some guy keeps googling severed body parts. I didn’t know they covered that. Yeah you can teach yourself Dreamweaver and Publisher with the on-line tutorials. They do PHP and all the designer drugs there. It’s a very stimulating environment actually, all the scars and talk of suicide – heady stuff! The ‘research’ can be very rewarding for a painter as well – there’s nature and romance, history and philosophy, politics! - Especially office politics. It’s all about offices at this level.
Of course after 6 months you have to move on to another program and it turns out there’s a loop hole in compliances, so they don’t actually have to pay you all that restraining credit anyway, but then again, the crime is on-going, isn’t it? Being surplus to the market is something artists tend to know about. You don’t need to paint them a picture, in fact that’s one thing that they could do for you!
Still at least some of us have Turner’s watercolors to look forward to – that should put everything in perspective. A lesson from The RA’s own. Of course you can’t help wondering about all the ‘figure studies’ Ruskin saw fit to destroy as Turner’s executor, but that’s the price you pay for expertise I guess, and I expect Ruskin misread his duty as executioner.
It's fine, in summer, to visit the seashore.
There are lots of little trips to be made.
A grove of fledgling aspens welcomes the traveler. Nearby
are the public toilets where weary pilgrims have carved
their names and addresses, and perhaps messages as well,
messages to the world, as they sat
and thought about what they'd do after using the toilet
and washing their hands at the sink, prior to stepping out
into the open again. Had they been coaxed in by principles,
and were their words philosophy, of however crude a sort?
I confess I can move no farther along this train of thought-
something's blocking it. Something I'm
not big enough to see over. Or maybe I'm frankly scared.
What was the matter with how I acted before?
But maybe I can come up with a compromise-I'll let
things be what they are, sort of. In the automn I'll put up jellies
and preserves, against the winter cold and futility,
and that will be a human thing, and intelligent as well.
I won't be embarrassed by my friends' dumb remarks,
or even my own, though admittedly that's the hardest part,
as when you are in a crowded theatre and something you say
riles the spectator in front of you, who doesn't even like the idea
of two people near him talking together. Well he's
got to be flushed out so the hunters can have a crack at him-
this thing works both ways, you know. You can't always
be worrying about others and keeping track of yourself
at the same time. That would be abusive, and about as much fun
as attending the wedding of two people you don't know.
Still, there's a lot of fun to be had in the gaps between ideas.
That's what they're made for! Now I want you to go out there
and enjoy yourself, and yes, enjoy your philosophy of life, too.
They don't come along every day. Look out! There's a big one. . .
So OG, have you come across any
good primer book on ajax? need
to repay my debt to capitalism. Seriously.
Also any good clean packages for apache2,
php5 and mysql5 for mac would be
sooo appreciated.
Lastly: Like Homer and Sargent...
Code can be fuckin spectacular
for economy of means!
I'll always love the practitioners of bravado.
Velasquez being the first on my list.
JPEG – You’re just a hopeless romantic
To refresh any readers who may have blotted their own adolescent reading of The Catcher in the Rye from memory, you’ve got the snotty young Caulfield on his way home to his parents on Fifth Avenue to give them the bad news that he’s been bounced from Pencey, not his first prep school. In the meantime, he reflects meanly upon some of the other students, calls up an old teacher, and buys a record for his too cute younger sister. Holden’s famous denunciation of the “phonies” of the world and his own inability to see the way he manipulates the reader is radical wonder. He pierces the veil of appearances that adults are too jaded to perceive. He knows; he understands; he dreams of saving anonymous children. He’s utterly phony.
but wait a minute
i thought phony was the new real.
and real the new phony.
so real that it's phony and so phony
that it's real.
you mean that they really like pabst blue ribbon?
From Publishers Weekly
This is not your ordinary marketing manual. With casual humor and a laid-back tone, Wipperfürth, a marketer who helps brands like Dr. Martens and Napster "appear like serendipitous accidents," advocates the "brand hijack," a process of allowing customers to shape brand meaning and drive a brand's evolution. Using case studies of products that were embraced by young consumers precisely because they lacked traditional, excessive ad campaigns, like Pabst Blue Ribbon and In-N-Out Burger, Wipperfürth shows that seemingly effortless branding is actually sustained by "no-marketing" techniques. Some of these tactics include marketing first to alternative subcultures and building a brand "folklore" with "customs, rituals, vocabulary...and experiences," much in the way that he claims "Starbucks created coffee culture." The book designates three types of brand hijack: the Discovery, which allows people to feel "in on a secret" (à la Palm); the Commentary, by which a brand like Dr. Martens is associated with a subversive social statement; and the Mission, which "declares a worldview oppositional to a 'Big Brother' enemy" (à la Apple). While the book speaks specifically to marketers, it offers a glimpse into America's consumer- and ad-driven culture, and even lay readers will be fascinated to learn about the sly techniques being utilized on them. That pair of expensive pre-ripped jeans will never look the same.
Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
you are right quazimodo was right mozart was right. I cannot say the word eye any more. When I speak this word eye, it is as if I am speaking of somebody's eye that I faintly remember, there is no eye, there is only a series of mouths, long live the mouths. Your rooftop, if you don't already know, has been demolished. Eye is plasma & you are right about that too. You are lucky, you don't have to think about such things as eye & rooftops & quazimodo.
in -n- out rules !
don't care for this painting.
…or at least that’s what they want you to think. The truth of the matter is that there is an extensive “secret menu” available for those in the know. In fact, the secret items actually outnumber the items legitimately on the menu.
This isn’t just stuff made up by bored employees. If you order a Flying Dutchman, “Flying Dutchman” prints out on your receipt. It’s in the computer.
There is lots of information out there on the Internet about the secret menu, but no one seems to have gotten it all, and a lot of what is out there is just plain wrong. Nothing is more embarrassing than ordering a secret item that doesn’t exist.
So, through dilligent research, we have managed to produce what we believe is the definitive guide to the In-N-Out secret menu.
You like this painting ...
or another...
From the ashes of a fire
to the fleshy arm.
From the arm to the cave wall.
From the cave wall to animal skin.
From the animal skin to stretched animal skin.
From the stretched animal skin
to fabric.
From fabric to stretched fabric.
From stretched fabric to stretched canvas.
From stretched canvas to skin
and to WALLS AGAIN!
I want you to play Breakthrough
just the demo
Demo only.
Free.
dom.
i always thought it funny that the word secret becomes, with the addition of just one letter - secrete. like special knowledge doesn't fly, breathe or waver, it's more of an ooze. it's coming out from some crack somewhere. maybe you were walking by and smelt it. maybe you had been trained where to look. or it was chance.
cast your eye over the world, its cracks and plains, and catch it, real it in, chop its head off, hook it through the eye, bleed it, stab it in the brain to avoid the pain of breathing air, cast it back if its too small, freeze it for later if its big enough, or leave it to atrophy on the dock of the bay, pecked by the birds, dismantled by the ants and finished by the weather.
this is not a link
i prefer MGD to pabst. For the graphics.
Wouldn't be caught dead with st pauli
unless I was ordering it at the hooters
hotel in las vegas.
or unless i see the logo on a tshirt
worn by a polish model donning fake
tits while strolling through willamsburg.
Fake is the new real, and I'm such
a fake whore.
I had a hankering to wander through the
met today, but I remembered that "The
Age of Rembrandt" show was up. But that
brand has 'sweatshops' written all over
it. Though I liked Ruben's sweatshop
show last year at Guggenheim Las Vegas
in the Koolhas building... And it
impressed me enough to buy a pair
of Nikes for that long walk up the strip
so that I could pick up my ticket for the
latest Cirque show.
Well worth it. My Tiempo Ronaldinho's
are still going strong, I now hold Van Dyck
in high regard, and i've learned that
Cirque's O performers are utterly hot,
despite the Cirque brand.
Liquid makes everything beautiful.
On second thought, i might take
a gander at that rembrandt show.
does an association with a 'brand' deter
from one's existential experience
of an actual product?
Yes of course.
Keeping that in mind, Winslow Homer was an
exceptional artist despite labels or associations.
and yes, I'm the only fool on the L
wearing something other than puma,
but f-yall.
LAMP's running.
thank god for open source.
Whats up with all used up?
Bred in a culture consecrated to the entitled primacy of the individual, he discovers that he lacks a self, a coherent identity, maybe a soul.
http://www.powells.com/review/2007_09_25
“Do your breasts give you confidence?” “Yes.” “Tell me about that.”
“Yes, he’s a replicant. He was always a replicant.”
From now on I’ll mostly use the tag CAP (or Cap or cap).
This is just to simplify my Blogspot dealings.
I don't get it.
Consider that from an outside perspective the universe is throughly dense, and from our perspective the formations that we see as matter are wave fluctuations, matter represents condensations in that wave. If you have a grasp of the time-space fabric described by Einstein (and many others) in his theories, you can illustrate this.
whatever floats your boat !
reflections that cause acoustic interference and standing waves, and those are what affect the level of low frequencies produced in a room. When the reflections are reduced by applying bass traps, the frequency response within the room improves. And if all reflections could be removed, the response would be exactly as flat as if the walls did not exist at all.
Like that song you hear playing at Starbucks, but just cannot wait until you get to a computer to download the song?
Starting tomorrow at certain Starbucks stores, a person with an iPhone or iTunes software loaded onto a laptop can download the songs they hear over the speakers directly onto those devices. The price will be 99 cents a song, a small price, Starbucks says, to satisfy an immediate urge.
hells yeah !
i'll be in nyc this week. what's the best show up right now?
This post brought to you, courtesy of Starbucks®.
Starbucks: the Winslow Homer of coffee shops.
Ah yeah Idontbathe
The best thing about my partner is that they really are good at giving. And to add, I know you asked for one point, but, they like receiving too.
Anything else?
MOMA -
50 Years of Helvetica
If theres one font I like, its helvetica - though I'm a sucker for Courier. Old School. Terminal green.
If you liked Helvetica, we recommend the
1996 Carter vintage, Verdana, bottled by Microsoft.
The rambunctious stem of the R will bowl you over
with it's bold fruity finish. Populist to the core, it
pairs nicely with Starbucks Wireless Internet
and Nathan's Hot Dogs alike!
Natalie Frank's show was
very handsome.
thought this might be helpfull.
October Weather:
Average High: 65°F (18°C)
Average Low: 50°F (10°C)
October is a beautiful month to visit New York City.
What to Wear:
a sweater or medium weight jacket (for keeping warm in the evenings)
closed toe shoes, comfortable for walking and water-resistant, if possible
October Perks:
weather is perfect for enjoying walking tours
colorful fall foliage in Central Park peaks
days are warm and evenings are cool
Halloween offers a great deal of activities for visitors
Columbus Day Parade
October Cons:
hotel prices and airfares rise as NYC enters its peak travel time
Good to Know:
Columbus Day, celebrated the 2nd Monday in October creates a three-day weekend which is popular with visitors
October Highlights/Events:
Columbus Day Parade
Halloween
Fall Foliage in New York City
HAVE FUN !
No Rush, if you like painter's from this blog swing thru Mr.Neumann's "The Incomplete"... At the Chelsea Art Muse..
My fav. show up right now is Keith Tyson: Large Field Array at Pace.
PNYC featured artist Jan 2006 I think - Julie Heffernan is up at an architectural nightmare of a gallery.
The work itself is repetitive overhung (feels like fifteen paintings) you can smell the sweat. My god, if obsessiveness was a virtue well i'd be writing love in heaven with some sort of pirate font - maybe a distressed form of Trajan.
Anyways, that show feels like a cornucopia after the initial rush of plenty has worn off and you've just consumed your 99th Nathan's Famous hotdog. Truly masochistic.
thanks yall. i've had enough of helvetica and julie heffernan but i'll check out the rest. if I see zip I'll snap a pic and put it up on gawker stalker...
Some important saftey tips for you.
• Tip #1: Do not hang around transportation terminals – GET OUT!
• Tip #2: Walk and look as if you know “exactly” where you are going.
Once you are on a NYC street luggage says, “Hello, look at me, I’m a Tourist!”
• Tip #3: Get rid of your luggage, pronto.
There are always available taxis waiting outside of every terminal.
• Tip #4: Your best bet with luggage is a cab, unless your destination is nearby.
• Tip #5: Be sure to choose and/or hail taxis yourself.
• Tip #6: NEVER accept anyone’s offer to help you with your luggage or to get you a cab. They are not being nice. They are most likely pulling a scam.
• Tip #7: Beware of the “cheap ride” scam. If you do, these two jokers will run like hell.
• Tip #8: ONLY get in licensed City taxicabs.
• Tip #9: NEVER pull out money on a NYC street.
While we are on the subject of money:
• Tip #10: Carry as little money as possible.
Try to use plastic whenever possible. If you do not have a debit or credit card buy a prepaid card before your trip.
• Tip #11: Always make ATM withdrawals in busy, well-lit areas
If for some reason you should have to carry cash:
• Tip #12: Ladies do not carry money in a purse; guys do not carry it in a wallet.
If a criminal eyes money going into a purse or wallet, you become an easy mark.
• Tip #13: Carry less than $20 at a time in a front pocket.
• Tip #14: Conceal any more than this in a boot, sock, bra, etc.
• Tip #15: After purchases pocket your change instantly while still in the store
• Tip #16: NEVER count money on the street or out in the open
• Tip #17: Go to a restroom to retrieve your hidden money if you need it
Speaking of carrying hidden things:
• Tip #18: Pepper Spray may be purchased legally in NYC.
GOOD LUCK !
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