no way french girls don't have lopsided eyes, but boy do they smoke. i read a comment on the last post that said these recent posts have to be seen in person...don't really see that painter is making us want to inquiry further. probably why he didn't say where this was being shown. painter if things are getting a little dull, tour another city perhaps?
The people I see smoking in paintings and movies look better than the people I actually see smoking in real life.
Opie's website is clever, but the work (for me) generally lacks something - a tiny personal unexpected detail or two - that might make it a little more endearing. They seem to be too anonymous and magazine-y. They say, "shop at Target."
Yeah...duh...on second thought after reading that post I guess everything anybody does in movies looks better. I just mean when I see somebody smoking I think they suddenly become stupid-looking.
I'm kind of a sucker for these, most days. They're deadpan funny, and there's something kind of subtle going on with the color and drawing gestures that goes beyond the cartoon/diagrammatic references. On other days, though, I disagree with myself and find these flat and boring.
John Wesley is the best at this cartoon/painting thing, IMO.
2 in a row. WWD: When it comes to Miu Miu, Miuccia Prada’s presence in Paris is no passing fancy: She recently signed a long-term lease on a spectacular private mansion on the Avenue Foch where she expects to show for some time.
And in her second outing, she put a punctuation mark on this peculiar season. It was neither exclamation point nor bland “It’s over” period. Rather, with the collection she proposed on Sunday night, Prada offered an essential question mark: Is there valid fashion between overt femininity and cartoon futurism? Is there a fresh way to approach structure and minimalism?
Though Prada is still often regarded as the ultimate intellectual-artistic designer, that handle describes her only in part. By her own admission, she is immersed in the commerce game, loves the challenge and approaches design from that hybrid perspective. Thus, the questions raised by her show were as much about what will sell next spring as about the need for artistic diversity.
Her position was anti-frill; severe structure with a strong architectural bent and no-nonsense attitude. But she achieved this with none of the plasticized posing seen elsewhere. Rather, Prada rendered precision control in rich-toned color blocks of stiff satin and faille, opening with small-collared shirts over trousers. Though these seemed uncomfortably rigid and even heavy, the motif evolved beautifully with determined dresses and miniskirts, the latter often crafted from inverted arcs of fabric for a modernist scallop effect. These, as well as looks appliquéd with bunched, swirling fabric strips, made for a deft decorative minimalism, and one can envision legions of fashionable women embracing the mood.
Prada softened up slightly with long silk dresses emblazoned with bold tribal prints and more so with charming tennis fare. But even these retained a certain austerity, in a collection that this season made for a much-needed dose of alternative chic of the salable sort.
Opie has no aura. Its weird. I like the animated walking figures (in lower manhattan and elsewhere) - readerboard style.
Walk cycles can be as varied as a fingerprint and yet his are generic.
Generic is a great esthetic. Lowest common demoninator. Its great math, and great art. Its also absolutely inert and non-threatening, like a puppy ready to pounce.
Ersatz living. Sims for sims. Sim porn. Corporate branding for artists who miss the mall.
Take the moronic subway bronzes of Otterness. Great for the kids, who are unaware of the implicit insult to ones intelligence. They imdubitably shout "hey you fucking moron" and are quite probably the most cynicaly bad public sculptures I've seen.
On another note, do you think every turd has its own platonic solid, or are they all manifestations of the one ideal turd?
My least favorite word(last thread) is nominalism.
And finally, Wagner:
"The word "deutsch" is also found in the verb "deuten" (to make plain): thus "deutsch" is what is plain to us, the familiar, the wonted, that which was inherited from our fathers and springs from our very own soil.
and
"Who, then, will be the Artist of the Future? The poet? The performer? The musician? The plastician? - Let us say it in one word: the Folk. That selfsame Folk to whom we owe the only genuine Art-work, still living even in our modern memory, however much distorted by our restorations; to whom alone we owe all Art itself.
If the end of ideology has any meaning, it is to ask for the end of rhetoric, and rhetoricians, of "revolution" of the day when the young French anarchist Vaillant tossed a bomb into the Chamber of Deputies, and the literary critic Laurent Tailhade declared in his defense: "What do a few human lives matter; it was a beau geste." (A beau geste that ended, one might say, in a mirthless jest: two years later, Tailhade lost an eye when a bomb was thrown into a restaurant.)
Didn't someone desribe Madonna as having "no subtext". Keep looking for subtext in the lady looking like a man, the smoking, the sequins, the time on the watch and coming up empty and grasping. I guess it isn't that sort of deal.
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Oh Brother.....Looks liike a French graphic novel
no way french girls don't have lopsided eyes, but boy do they smoke. i read a comment on the last post that said these recent posts have to be seen in person...don't really see that painter is making us want to inquiry further. probably why he didn't say where this was being shown. painter if things are getting a little dull, tour another city perhaps?
i just watched the ninth gate this weekend--what a terrrible movie. the ending sex with the devil scene is so bad i fell down laughing
but thank god for beauty -jonny depp & emmanuelle seigner - they beat the devil. Made me keep looking/watching.
This painting--ehhh. But smoking is sublime.
they come off somehow "timely".
i feel like everyone is at Frieze but me.
The people I see smoking in paintings and movies look better than the people I actually see smoking in real life.
Opie's website is clever, but the work (for me) generally lacks something - a tiny personal unexpected detail or two - that might make it a little more endearing. They seem to be too anonymous and magazine-y. They say, "shop at Target."
Yeah...duh...on second thought after reading that post I guess everything anybody does in movies looks better. I just mean when I see somebody smoking I think they suddenly become stupid-looking.
I'm kind of a sucker for these, most days. They're deadpan funny, and there's something kind of subtle going on with the color and drawing gestures that goes beyond the cartoon/diagrammatic references. On other days, though, I disagree with myself and find these flat and boring.
John Wesley is the best at this cartoon/painting thing, IMO.
2 in a row. WWD:
When it comes to Miu Miu, Miuccia Prada’s presence in Paris is no passing fancy: She recently signed a long-term lease on a spectacular private mansion on the Avenue Foch where she expects to show for some time.
And in her second outing, she put a punctuation mark on this peculiar season. It was neither exclamation point nor bland “It’s over” period. Rather, with the collection she proposed on Sunday night, Prada offered an essential question mark: Is there valid fashion between overt femininity and cartoon futurism? Is there a fresh way to approach structure and minimalism?
Though Prada is still often regarded as the ultimate intellectual-artistic designer, that handle describes her only in part. By her own admission, she is immersed in the commerce game, loves the challenge and approaches design from that hybrid perspective. Thus, the questions raised by her show were as much about what will sell next spring as about the need for artistic diversity.
Her position was anti-frill; severe structure with a strong architectural bent and no-nonsense attitude. But she achieved this with none of the plasticized posing seen elsewhere. Rather, Prada rendered precision control in rich-toned color blocks of stiff satin and faille, opening with small-collared shirts over trousers. Though these seemed uncomfortably rigid and even heavy, the motif evolved beautifully with determined dresses and miniskirts, the latter often crafted from inverted arcs of fabric for a modernist scallop effect. These, as well as looks appliquéd with bunched, swirling fabric strips, made for a deft decorative minimalism, and one can envision legions of fashionable women embracing the mood.
Prada softened up slightly with long silk dresses emblazoned with bold tribal prints and more so with charming tennis fare. But even these retained a certain austerity, in a collection that this season made for a much-needed dose of alternative chic of the salable sort.
Opie has no aura. Its weird. I like the animated walking figures (in lower manhattan and elsewhere) - readerboard style.
Walk cycles can be as varied as a fingerprint and yet his are generic.
Generic is a great esthetic. Lowest common demoninator. Its great math, and great art. Its also absolutely inert and non-threatening, like a puppy ready to pounce.
Ersatz living.
Sims for sims. Sim porn.
Corporate branding for artists who miss the mall.
Take the moronic subway bronzes of Otterness. Great for the kids, who are unaware of the implicit insult to ones intelligence. They imdubitably shout "hey you fucking moron" and are quite probably the most cynicaly bad public sculptures I've seen.
On another note, do you think every turd has its own platonic solid, or are they all manifestations of the one ideal turd?
My least favorite word(last thread) is nominalism.
And finally, Wagner:
"The word "deutsch" is also found in the verb "deuten" (to make plain): thus "deutsch" is what is plain to us, the familiar, the wonted, that which was inherited from our fathers and springs from our very own soil.
and
"Who, then, will be the Artist of the Future? The poet? The performer? The musician? The plastician? - Let us say it in one word: the Folk. That selfsame Folk to whom we owe the only genuine Art-work, still living even in our modern memory, however much distorted by our restorations; to whom alone we owe all Art itself.
tech note
but you knew that.
deck isa my least favorite word. Does anybody say that? No. What a bunch of lamestains with their retarded shiboleths.
I don'r know. This sort o thing gives me a heart full of hate. ehhh.
my favorite word is moon--gotta think about least
hate is great.
Oscar Wilde once argued that the London Fog didn’t exist until certain artists painted it.
I argue that Members Only must be worn on TV before it exists, preferably by someone important, because everyone on TV is my friend.
Indeed, one would be remiss to discount the power of the original - be it the King James Version or the scroll issue.
I like "ideology"
ideo-log
weltgeist
If the end of ideology has any meaning, it is to ask for the end of rhetoric, and rhetoricians, of "revolution" of the day when the young French anarchist Vaillant tossed a bomb into the Chamber of Deputies, and the literary critic Laurent Tailhade declared in his defense: "What do a few human lives matter; it was a beau geste." (A beau geste that ended, one might say, in a mirthless jest: two years later, Tailhade lost an eye when a bomb was thrown into a restaurant.)
happy indigineous peoples day 2 u 2
Didn't someone desribe Madonna as having "no subtext". Keep looking for subtext in the lady looking like a man, the smoking, the sequins, the time on the watch and coming up empty and grasping. I guess it isn't that sort of deal.
Doesn't Prada just sell vintage clothing without the pit stains?
Well madonna did give out the Turner Prize...
whats the subtext on all that? Becks Futures too. The End of Arrrt? So bourgeois. So droll.
Are you an iconoclastic puritan or what?
Im going to go listen to Sabbath and watch the broncos.
oh yeah - if text is image then idolatry knows no bounds. Let us worship the printed word! More ink!
THose are "stylish" glasses - you tell me the brand - Shes a type allright.
tin-
tina fey
This isn't his best work.
There's no bikini.
...and please don't take that
as a facecious remark.
I happen to like julian opie canvases.
But only when there's bikini's upon
which i can freely projectile my fantasies.
And so isn't that the point?
not all--and wasnt that the point?
It's a little deadening. The thing I like about it is the crookedness of the eyes vis-a-vis the glasses. Oh, and she's lost her nose to cancer.
Don't exhale through the nose, according to the latest etiquette books.
sound of one hand claping
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