Who is that? A cup of tea? I just like the photo. Pretty Green.
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If, like me, you are quite happy to wade through click-loads of average images to find that one image, which makes your day, then please, make your way here, to fjordphoto.
They say of themselves, ‘Fjord is a project that showcases the photography of young, up-and-coming photographers.’
Not exactly breaking boundaries with a new or innovative approach, yet, a collection of such magnitude will not doubt herald the inclusion of some great talent. Kaarel Nurk caught my eye. Not sure why, but caught it nonetheless. The image above came from the attached blog thesupersnap. Winter is setting and I am settling into it.
Sunday, Monday, Happy Days, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Thursday, Friday, Happy Days……
Happy days are all well and good, but what about Odd Days? My Odd Days to be exact. Ben Wolfinsohn has been creating short animations for every odd day since July. He’s documenting strange events which occur in his life. It’s refreshingly brilliant. Take a look.
I have been hooked, and am watching back through the four or five months worth of shorts. Each one is only a few minutes at most, so get to it. It’s worth it.
Ben is a talented fellow, his own site is worth a look too. That is some of his polaroid photography up top.
What is better then watching people create? The Draw Like a Monkey project says of itself, ’ It came to our attention that people love to watch artists when they draw. The magic of seeing a drawing come to life not only captivates but inspire people too.’
You’re right it inspires. I will never be an artist, however, seeing the likes of Klink and Blanca Garcia create such beautiful little drawings in a few minutes makes me want to get out my pencil or sharpie and give it a go. It’s just videos of artists drawing, what an idea!
It was great to come across Jean Jullien again through this project. I had used one of his images in Art&Sons a few years ago and had forgotten all about checking back to see how he is doing. He has become quite the art-celeb, and rightly so, with shows around the globe. Everything fantastic. Check out his site here. That’s one of his images above, taken from his It Fell down the stairs show, which was in Paris.
If you like what you see, find out a little bit more about Jean here. It’s an interview he did for noequalclothing, who he designed for.
Not for the first time, and surely not the last. A post on The Villagers.
The film Duel (1971), which incidentally has the most awful cover images, has been watched on repeat by myself this week. If you have not seen this film, please, take some time, namely 90 mins. The plot is oh so simple, a normal American man on a business trip, driving on the open road. Unintentionally he attracts some interest from a trucker, who takes it upon himself to try and kill the middle aged mister.
I think what I love the most about this film is just how stuck in the 1970’s it is. It could not be made now. You are watching it, in agony, pleading ‘Please sir, pull over, crack out your iPhone and call the Police’, but sir has no cell/mobile. Sir is miles from a phone. Sir is driving down a mountain with a truck bearing down on his bumper. Sir is in trouble.
It took less then two weeks to make, it must not have cost a great deal, but it holds you. Gripping. Simple. I love this film. Spielberg.
Hannah Taylor must have the strangest dreams. I know when I concentrate on something too much for a long period of time I can do nothing but fall asleep dreaming of it. Therefore, if you do nothing but knit, well, knit one pearl one would send me to sleep. Alas Knitted dreams may be rather lovely, I shall never know.
Hannah’s collection, seen above, really is stand-out. At 22 she’s got so much talent, if not to everyones liking, it certainly has made my day. Here is her blog and her website.
I have been taking all the labels off the world and adventuring from the air (via googlemaps). I know not where I really am until I zoom out. It’s fascinating. The above is from China. Beautiful.
I have been watching some of uptheriver’s shorts, the one above caught my eye. It’s very simple, and I love that. I’m working my way through them all, I would recommend ‘Too much to ask’. Apologies for any potty mouthing in these by the way.
The Daniel Eric Weiss link in the about section brought me to thegreatbookshavebeenwritten, which is also worth a peek. I wonder if I would love NY.
Two people live on the outskirts of a town, one on the North side, the other on the South. They both walk to work. They both have jobs on the opposite side of the town to where they live. There is but one route which allows them to walk to and from work safely. Both people need to be at work at 9 am.
One of the two is fit and athletic, the other, slightly older in years, lacks that brisk pace often synonymous with the morning walker, instead, they are easily spotted as the one with the shuffle.
It is a fact that both of these people will cross paths each and every morning. They both walk the same route, albiet in opposite directions. The fast paced walker sets off twenty minutes before they need be on the South side, the shuffler allows thirty-five before they reach the North of the town.
The walk to work is a boring affair, rarely punctuated by scandal or intrigue. The walk home from work is quite often a cause for celebration, the end of another day.
I too walk to work. Each morning I notice the same people, like the two mentioned above, walking to and from work. Crossing roads at the same point, giving emotionless greetings to the same shopkeepers, holding the same briefcase or umbrella. There is a small space of time during which we all are in the same vicinity, as we converge on the centre of town, with four or five heading North, the others South. I am sure we all see eachother, and that I am not alone in wondering where everyone is off to, or what the rest of their day looks like. If it wasn’t so frowned upon, i’d quite like to follow a few, although now that I have written that it does sound terribly strange. I suppose I shall just wonder.
As the mind often does, mine has created odd and somewhat unrealistic roles for these, the ‘morning walkers’. There is a child Lawyer, dealing only with clients under 14, a well dressed Butcher, pinstriped suit and trench coat. A male nurse, 6ft 4” who obviously has never spoken to another human, bar his mother, in 8 years. And so on and so on.
I’m sure these people have menial jobs, much like myself, but one can’t help but conjure something else up.
I was sparked into telling you all of this after seeing Paul Willaert’s image above, from his essay, Alive in the City.
Dorota Mytych comes from Poland, but from what I can tell, is now based in Australia. Her work is simple, in that it is charcoal on paper, however, it is packed with detail and such fantastic characters all grouped together in mass, yet each one individually original. Please take a few minutes to browse through, she’s not prolific, there is nothing too recent up there, but we’ll forget that for now.
The above image, taken from her 2-D section, is called ‘Establishment’. Like most of her work, it’s from several years ago. It begs the question, what is she up to now? I can see that there are some exhibitions just drawing to a close at the end of this month in Oz, it seems tea leaf work is her focus these days.
Oh don’t forget to take a look at Jester.
I saw the above picture several months ago and at the time thought, I’ll save that one for the end of October, Halloween and all that jazz, and didn’t I go and forget all about it. So November will have to start with it, I only wish I knew where I had come across it so I could link.
For those of you who care, Venice is sinking, or so I’ve heard, I am no expert. There are arguments littering the Internet over the reason why, arguments I care not to be a part of. You see, regardless of why, year after year, as high tide seasons arrives, streets and the warren of canals which have made they city what it is, become one. Wooden platforms are erected to allow safe passage of the tourists, the show must go on. Venice is slowly sinking.
However, I have never been to the city, and they say the proof is in the pudding. So I’m not giving up on the old dog yet. Neither, it seems, are the locals, Venice is not Sinking was founded in 2006, with one issue a year. The website is all in Italian, but visually, from what I can see of the magazine, I love it. Lots of illustration and great photography, from reviews to adverts. It all sits so well.
The design and concept, I think, excuse my Italian, is from Studio Camuffo, who has a website you must take a chance to look through. There are picture archives going back to 2004, a rarity online, and a great chance to see Venice in a new way, like the image above. On the site there is the same framed shot overlooking Venice taken multiple times at various times of the year and in all conditions, it’s beautiful every which way. Keep pressing ‘yesterday’ and decide for yourself what Venice is doing.
