Wednesday, October 01, 2014

Corporate coffee pot

Here's the sign on the coffee machine telling us we no longer need to double up on the packs. Meanwhile, they've gone back to the skimpier packs so we've started doubling up again.

Friday, September 26, 2014

NY Art Book Fair...observations, etc...

I think this is my third New York Art Book Fair, though it may be my 4th. Not sure. But one trend I'm pretty sure isn't just in my imagination is the continued proliferation of small and obscure presses. A few years ago, you'd see tons of larger presses hawking their bigass art books about Dali, Magritte and Michelangelo. But those seem to be gone, with the possible exception of Phaidon. Instead, what we have are tons and tons of smaller presses from throughout the world. I saw tons of beautiful and obscure things, books that were themselves for their makers a form art. And there was tons of stuff from the last 4 or so decades that originated from very fringe areas of culture. Sex (gay, straight and other) was by no means taboo, nor was pretty much anything else you can think of. It's almost as if making a book about some far alternative area gives the maker plausible deniability about being part of the culture depicted in the book. But here, at the Art Book Fair, that cover wasn't needed.

If you are in New York or anywhere near it, you owe it to yourself to go. It's really wonderful and despite the fact that I was pretty strict with myself in terms of buying stuff, I still had a great time and saw books and other items I will never see again in my lifetime, not even at next year's New York Art Book Fair.

Go.

Interference Archive

These dudes from Interference Archive reprinted progressive and leftwing posters from over the ages as well a brand new ones. They're down in Gowanus Brooklyn and you can apparently just drop in and check 'em out.

2nd Floor

TBW Books

These TBW books were so beautiful that I was tempted to buy up a whole batch of them, despite not being familiar with the authors or artists or photographers, but someone ELECTROSHOCKED me (see below) so I backed away from the table... 

Fukt Magazine

These ladies and their  periodical (FUKT Magazine) were from Berlin. I picked up their latest issue and it is beautiful both outside and inside. FUKT is devoted to drawing, through pencil, pens, crayons, yarn or whatever else, and there are some really astounding works visible here.

Actually, when you think about it, despite the fact that probably more humans draw in some form or another (including doodling, etc...) Drawing as a fine art is relatively obscure. You don't see a lot of drawing in gallery shows, for instance, and the big bucks still seem to go primarily to canvas painting. So FUKT is a pretty unique venue for a highly developed artform that gets only miniscule exposure and the issue I have (#13) is fantastic.

Artist Book bending machine

Queer Nerds

Christopher Kardamnikis

This book on alien sex was actually quite nice inside. Authors and artists describing what they think alien sex would be like. I expected to open the book ("Strange Attractors") and have something unbelievably bizarre come roaring out at me, but there was actually a lot of text and lots of interesting faux-scientific pieces. Had I just moved into a new house and had plenty of room for books, I would have purchased one of these. His other stuff was nice too.
And the dude was Greek, not Lithuanian: I asked.

Perish Publishing

Social Malpractice


Frenemies

Rumore Nero

This dude's from Italy

This is a whole big tent, depicted above, consisting of really super-small presses and folks who print or hand-make stuff in their homes. There's lots of really far out stuff here and, for the most part, the people at the tables were the people who made the books and 'zines. If you come you definitely need to check this out: Buy stuff, and if you don't like it just throw it out later. But at least you'll give these folks a couple of bucks to keep them going for a little while longer.

New York Artbook Fair: Liveblog!

Ah yes: Once again it’s time for the New York Art Book Fair in PS1, Long Island City (which is the westmost-part of Queens, right across the East River, in case you didn’t know). I’ll be live blogging, kinda, over the next hour or so BUT I can’t buy any more books: I don’t have room.
To that end, I have wired myself with an electrical shock system. If you see me about to buy a wonderful art book, please send me a shock via clicking on the box below:



Sunday, September 21, 2014

End of the line


Video from the march


May Day 1971

I was, of course, a child. But on that day my brothers and I went with our mother to Riverside Park, down by the famous Little Red Lighthouse under the George Washington Bridge. In my memory it sometimes looks like a movie about those days: Hippies were painting and singing, wearing tie-dye and there was a general groovy tone. One hippie gave me a big fat paint brush and told me to paint something on a big rock, but my mother said no: She thought it was against the whole point of the day to paint the rocks, but she was OK with us painting on the walkway, so that's what we did. I don't remember what I painted: Maybe a Yellow Submarine (I liked drawing those), or maybe a rainbow or something.

The hippies gave out a lot of stuff too, and one hippie gave me what appeared to be a hardboiled egg, which I brought home. Later that day, or maybe it was the next day, something horrible happened: The egg broke open and inside was a dead chic, it's dead eye closed. At the time we didn't understand it, and thought it was just a mistake of some sort. But years later I realized that that hippie thought he was handing me the future, and that a baby chic would bust out of that egg to symbolize life and everything else. He probably imagined that that's what happened.

And it did, of course, in a way symbolize the future: The hippie's world was not sustainable; It was a self-contained egg of culture and beliefs that should have hatched but never really did. My generation, the punk generation, looked back on a lot of that hippie stuff as nice enough but just not real and in denial of all the darkness were would have to work through.

But now, perhaps, today, there's the stirring of a new world after all. This stirring, perhaps, can stay alive because it includes a broad enough spectrum of peoples to be realistic about what it will take to change course. And we need, of course, to change course.

Times Square

live March

live climate changearch

March

Climate march

I'll try to post some photos live-ish from the march here in NYC today.

In the mean time, if you are so unfortunate as to get into a conversation with a climate change denier, just put the burden of proof on them: Ask them to prove how 40 billion tons of CO2 added to the atmosphere each year WON'T impact the climate.
Free Counter
Free Counter