Showing posts with label 00s. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 00s. Show all posts
8/19/10
two things that I'll never forget
light play: black white and grey, by Laszlo Moholy Nagy
...Moholy-Nagy's fellow Hungarian Alexander Korda commissioned him to design special effects for the science fiction film Things to Come. He was asked to make a film about the sex life of the lobster, at a time when David Attenborough was still a boy. A quizzical Moholy-Nagy spent several weeks on the Sussex coast getting to know the fishermen, grappling with their dialect, recording their families and close community. At the other end of the social spectrum, he took photographs for Bernard Fergusson's book Portrait of Eton and John Betjeman's Oxford University Chest. Where Sybil responded to 1930s England with an often explosive impatience at its snobbery, Moholy-Nagy remained unemotional, professional. The English class structure was the object of his fascinated observation.
But Moholy-Nagy was not totally cold-shouldered. He designed the publicity for Jack Pritchard's English modernist Isokon Furniture Company. One leaflet included a typically dreamlike small drawing of a figure floating in a bath, suggesting that a Breuer Long Chair gave a similar sensation. Imperial Airways commissioned him to design a mobile exhibition to tour the British empire in a railroad car, promoting the still-novel idea of air travel. He became display consultant for the menswear store Simpsons of Piccadilly, bemusing passersby with his abstract compositions of striped shirts and bowler hats. But these activities were desultory in relation to Moholy-Nagy's far-reaching design philosophy.
Is there anything this man didn't do? I really wonder how a conversation between hedi slimane and moholy nagy would play out.
12/21/09
10/31/09
i should like to write a novel
because apparently the new avoiding cliches is diving headlong into cliches...
...while we're on the recession/hipsters topic: having ProTools and large headphones does not make you a musician. Writing poetry in your house about your ex-girlfriend does not make you a poet. If your novel is unpublished, you are not a novelist. If, however, you wait tables in a cafe, you are definitively a waiter. There is no shame in admitting this, especially if you're also going to trumpet your broke-ness on a T-shirt. Thanks.
...while we're on the recession/hipsters topic: having ProTools and large headphones does not make you a musician. Writing poetry in your house about your ex-girlfriend does not make you a poet. If your novel is unpublished, you are not a novelist. If, however, you wait tables in a cafe, you are definitively a waiter. There is no shame in admitting this, especially if you're also going to trumpet your broke-ness on a T-shirt. Thanks.
(copying and pasting doesn't make g-r a blogger)
10/27/09
10/9/09
beautiful caged things
rodarte rips, andy warhol's polaroids, grids and hiding. things that belong together for no real reason.









Labels:
00s,
60's,
70's,
andy warhol,
ballet,
graphic design,
hiding,
photography,
polaroids,
rodarte,
typography,
words
1/13/09
1/11/09
12/31/08
explain to me why
i like pictures and things that speak of their time, but when they completely transcend their era, i like them a little bit more.






1 - Gene Tierney, March 11, 1946
2 - Lea Seydoux, December 2008
3-Un Voyage en Italie, 1938
2 - Lea Seydoux, December 2008
3-Un Voyage en Italie, 1938
Labels:
00s,
30's,
40s,
fashion,
garance dore,
graphic design,
john rawlings,
street photography,
typography
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