Friday, September 30, 2011

Animals

I'm mad, and that's a fact. I found out animals don't help.

Animals think they're pretty smart.


Shit on the ground.


See in the dark.


They wander around like a crazy dog.


Make a mistake in the parking lot.


Always bumping into things.


Always let you down down down.


They're never there when you need them. They're never there when you call them.


They're never there when you need them. They're never there when you call them down down down.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Crossword (and Paneless)

An In-Public sketch I designed a few years ago:



Back in high school I went through serious a Scott Kim phase. It's mostly over by now but sometimes resurfaces, especially when I'm out shooting photos. I'm posting this graphic today because I thought it fit the obvious theme I've been harping on all month.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

First Greek/Last Week... Coveree

Results have been tabulated from last week's Album Cover Quiz. The winner is Alexandros Konstantinakis-Karmis of Greece with 33 out of a possible 48 points. If the name sounds familiar it may be because Alexandros (aka AKK) also won the first Cover Quiz last September. Congrats to him, and thanks to everyone who submitted entries. Complete results (at least to the best of my knowledge) below:

1.
Couple d'amoureux, Rue Croulebarbe, Quarter Italie, 1931, Brassai

Pirates, Rickie Lee Jones


2.
Diving Board, Salton Sea, 1983, Richard Misrach

1984-1989, Lloyd Cole and the Commotions


3.
from the series Almost Grown, 1978, Joe Szabo

People, The Golden Republic


4.
from Storyville Portraits, 1912, E. J. Bellocq

Dogeared, Vomit Launch


5.
Madonna, 1987, Herb Ritts

The Whitey Album, Ciccone Youth


6.
40 rue Cortambert à Paris; Boboutte – Louis – Robert – Zissou, 1903, Jacques - Henri Lartigue

The Children (Eponymous)


7.
Braque in his studio, 1954, Mariette Lachaud

Free As a Bird, Supertramp


8.
Weeki Wachee Spring, FL, 1947, Toni Frissell

Undercurrent, Bill Evans and Jim Hall


9.
Kazuo Ohno, 1977, Naoya Ikegami

The Crying Light, Antony and the Johnsons


10.
Hustler cover, 1976, James Baes

Amorica, The Black Crowes


11.
Appiani family tomb, Cimitero Monumentale di Staglieno, Genoa, Italy, 1978, Bernard Pierre Wolff

Closer, Joy Division


12.
Rwanda, date unknown, Daniella Delli
(note: slightly different frame from record cover)

Kigali Y' Izahabu, The Good Ones


13.
Skyland Outing, Virginia, 1895, George Pollock

De Ole Folks at Home, Taj Mahal


14.
Half Dome, Merced River, Winter, Yosemite, 1938, Ansel Adams

December Morning, Tim Janis


15.
Bricklayer, 1928, August Sander

The Burdens of Being Upright, Tracy Bonham


16.
Bread Line during the Louisville flood, Kentucky, 1937
Margaret Bourke-White

There's No Place Like America Today, Curtis Mayfield

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Born Under Punchlines

A cartoon by Roz Chast in the recent New Yorker (9/26/11):


My version:

Monday, September 26, 2011

Tentative Decisions

Although entries have been slowly rolling in from last week's Album Cover Quiz, no one has yet surpassed 10 points. If you think you can do better there's still time to submit. To accommodate late entrants I have tentatively decided to extend the deadline by 28 minutes. New deadline 9/28, 9:28 AM PDT. Use the extra time to sleep in, research album covers, or whatever. It's yours to do as you wish!

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Bill Miller: What Was He Thinking?

Bill Miller is a photographer based in New York. More images from his Broken Polaroids series can be seen here.

"What this whole projects starts with is a partially broken camera. Fortuitously and totally by chance it is broken in a way that’s productive but the flaw that has given it that extra dimension has also robbed it of its initial purpose. This camera won’t take pictures but it will use something that resembles a photographic process mixed with the violence of ruthless gears and rollers to make these unique images."



Feb 18, 2011, roughly 1 am. In my car at a stop light near 1st ave and 17th street in Manhattan

"Now, I’m a photojournalist so when I am looking for these Polaroids to fail that means that I want them to fail spectacularly and iconically. I know theoretically what’s happening but I want it to be visually compelling. That’s what you’re seeing here. The camera spit out 2 pictures at once and the gears ground over the center of this one. There’s no room for 2 pictures between the rollers and I had to grab the end of the picture and wrestle both of them out. At first, most of the image was blue. I was discouraged and threw it into a drawer. Polaroids used to come up in a few minutes. Now, it takes weeks for it to be fully developed. Colors darken and sometimes change, usually for the better. About 2 weeks later I pulled it out and most of the blue had turned orange with these streaks that looked like a topographic map of the desert. I must be some kind of genius, I thought."



May 22, 2011. My back yard, Brooklyn

"The camera is pretty indifferent to what I put in front of it though I insist on pointing it at things. I often think that if I traveled through time and photographed famous events throughout history, the camera would be totally apathetic to the gravity of the event. The Kennedy assassination, the French Revolution, the murder of Socrates, all rendered in broken smooshed colors that didn’t seem to be in front of you when you took the damn thing. In front of the camera: Cleopatra committing suicide. 'Oh, I’ll take a picture of this. What the? Looks like grass on the moon. Stupid camera.' "



May 7, 2011. In front of The Impossible Project offices, Manhattan

"This is the photographic equivalent of a Rorschach test. Most people tell me this is two elephants in mis-matched espadrilles eating a pizza in the business class section of a Lufthansa flight to Frankfurt but I don’t see it. The pizza, I mean."



March 26, 2011. Prospect Park, Brooklyn

"This picture allowed me to do a self-portrait in a way that I felt compelled to for many years but was too embarrassed, especially while my mother was still alive. A broken camera doesn’t know what it’s pointed at. It cannot detect intention. A broken camera knows nothing about our desires and transgressions. It is an unreliable traveling companion. A silent witness."



November 13, 2010. Group Birthday shot. Harefield Road Bar, Brooklyn, NY

"Polaroid SX-70 is an expensive endeavor. It always has been. When I was young I had a pretty sound set of excuses that made it seem ok for me to steal it from chain stores. I lost track of those excuses years ago. Around the same time they started keeping the film behind the counter. These days I’m paying about 3 bucks a picture, so when I’m plowing through the film and I’m literally seeing dollar bills shoot out of the front of the camera and I have nothing to show for it, I get desperate. Even though I work with this camera quite a bit, every time I release the shutter, I’m in a white-hot panic like someone just dropped a baby. I’ll think to myself 'The chemicals didn’t get spread around at all. This isn’t going to work. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.' I’ll run the picture through the rollers twice or more to get some kind of image out of it. The rollers move the drying chemistry around and it bunches up with little folds - thousands of little folds. At first, it looks like a cat threw up on it. 'Is that even good? Is that what I want?' Disgusted, I throw it into a drawer. When the chemistry settles down and colors darken, I look at it a couple of weeks later I think 'I must be some kind of genius.' "



April 12, 2011. Observation deck of the Empire State Building, Manhattan

"People always say to me 'That one looks like a Rothko painting' to which I reply, 'Do you think he’ll be pissed?' "