In determining whether a couple of images were of sufficient quality for a Duratrans, we made test prints. Each had a stack of image slices at the desired scale, one against the next. I've been fusing these two with Prismacolor pencils for a week.
Semiotic Black Market: “I grew up in Brazil in the seventies, under a climate of political repression during military regime. You're forced to live in a sort of a semiotic black market, where you can never say what you really mean and everything that you hear is not what really is.” - Vik Muniz
i've always been fascinated by desks. a desk is just one of things that gives a glimpse into the personality of the person who sits there, much like a bookshelf, record collection or refrigerator door. excellent series!
In the morning, in the hour or so before the others show at work, I savor the silence that will fade, and often pretend the concrete floor is the surface of the moon.
They are cell phones. Thousands of them, all waiting to be recycled outside of Atlanta.
Making the same piece with cars would be quite a feat. Something that Chris Jordan will move on to eventually, I'm sure (he's already shot lots of crushed cars)...
Andy, I'm still trying to figure out what it is. It's amazingly stunning...but appears to be made out of garbage. Like packaging tape and garbage bags and something else...
It also took me a minute to really see this image.
I think it's a broken window pane, lined on the interior (away from the viewer) with a black garbage bag. On the exterior face of the glass (foreground) is a mass of clear packing tape. It appears to be a makeshift attempt at weatherproofing.
If you look closely you can see Meadows's reflection in the lower right-hand corner.
hello, i was wondering if you made this, ir if it was muniz? i am searching for muniz version and cant find it anywhere! id be grateful if you could get back to me, louise4550@hotmail.com THANKS!!!
If any doubts remain about the kind of building, the kind of neighborhood I call home, these two disparate and accurate Craig's List posts ought to clear things up:
WARNING TO ALL THOSE LOOKING AT LOFT APARTMENTS AT 345 ELDERT STREET!! THERE HAVE BEEN A STRING OF BREAK INS AT THIS BUILDING. THE LANDLORDS HAVE DONE NOTHING TO RECONCILE SAFETY CONCERNS OF THE TENNANTS!!! IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO LIVE OFF THE HALSEY STOP YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! 345 ELDERT STREET HAS HORRIBLE LANDLORDS UNWILLING TO FIX BROKEN SECURITY CAMERAS THAT ARE ALREADY IN PLACE. WARNING!!!
$325 to live in NYC. incredible. but lets get this out of the way right now: its a small bedroom with low ceilings. so if you are taller than 6 ft or larger than a refridgerator, then forget it, you'll hit your head on the rafters and wont get through the door. seriously. here we go.
the bedroom can confortably fit a twin bed, small dresser, small desk, hanging rack and side table, or a double bed / futon, desk, rack and dresser. you got a book nook and ceiling shelves. you got natural light and pipes to knock your head on. it's a bit of a cramped situation, but the loft overall, is the shit. we got 13 ft. ceilings, a split level (you live on the top floor) with cozy corner/storage facility, projector for wall-screenings, kitchen / living space, wireless internet, bath, art onna walls, etc etc.
we are a collective of three: intellectuals / writers / activists / musicians / filmmakers / performers / raggedy anarchists / poets / self-started businesspeople / NYC tour guides / West Coasters / Pennsylvanians / Native Brooklynites (represent!) / great cooks / lactose intolerants / cheese maniacs / (almost) cover the total spectrum of sexual identity / well-read / outspoken / coffee addicts / human beings. plus we have two cats: a bitey cat called Ignition and a playful kitten called Juggernaut. And lots of toliet paper.
The Loft is in a large reconverted knitting factory thats way the christ out in Bushwick. 1.5 blocks from the Halsey St. L train (27 minutes from Union Sq), 6 long blocks from the Halsey St J & Z trains (20 minutes from the financial district) (but honestly, does the Z even exist?!?) with laundry on the floor, a sometimes-working frieght elevator, a fuckins enormous roof with full distant view of the isle of Mannahatta. the neighborhood is a little desolate, but we have our share of Latino arroz con pollo places, bodegas, hair salons & 99cent stores. supermarket close by. short walk to bustling Ridgewood, QNS. also, NYC's largest cemetary (Evergreen) is 4 short blocks away. great to bust into late at night and read poetry or get goofy on dead-breath-air. Remind me to introduce you to the Captain of Evergreen. He's great. bike riders a biiiig plus, move in aug 1st.
!!! do they really think the hipster roomate they are after is going to be all, "yes!!! now i can get my hair done in a half-cornrow, baby-hair shellacked confection with a blowdried burgundy rinse in the back!"
It's "Carnagie Magnmt". They are one of the late great slumlords around Bushwick. I lived in this building in 2000-2002, the first 2 years it was open. They kept my security, and tried to throw my bed out while i was moving. most of the people (at that time) weren't even paying rent b/c it was a totally illegal situtation. No fire exit, etc.
no one else yet has managed to make a ceiling vent look so interesting.
Do you have any advice for someone experimenting w/ cameras? I just recently bought a coloursplash Lomo camera and have enjoyed my trek across the country with the 12 different filters and colour flash, but have not yet developed them...
Do you know of Lomo and have any tips and pointers?
Rarely do I ride to work (or anywhere really) without the accompaniment of music, pumped through once-white wires at volumes most definitely damaging. I'm one of those people seeking removal from the commuter crush; hiding under black brims, sunglasses and headphones; tuning out the vapid chatter of bankers, ballers, tweens and queens.
Largely I succeed; a cornered New Yorker in black and navy; a hard shadow only identifiable as anything other by the tin frequencies that slip past the plastic in my ears. Watching me absently nod in time to this periodic hiss, my fellow commuters likely question: "rocking or retarded?"
I'm the same way. I wear my earbuds and blast triphop, house and indiepop in the mall should I ever be stupid enough to venture there to ward away evil spirits (sales asses).
dude - when it gets a bit cooler, we really gotta take that grating off - that is unless your 'hood experiences over the last year have made you rethink derigging security measures.....
The city is amazing, and becomes for most New Yorkers the only place they can imagine living. I recommend it to all.
You might want to reconsider your position on the boroughs however. The distinctions between each might seem negligible from afar, but trust me, New Yorkers find the five to be vastly different from one another, and have powerful loyalties to the one they call their own.
Clearly, I'm a Brooklyn kid. I never looked at another borough when I was planning to move here, nor will I before I go. It's chill, and working class, and well, very real. The massive creative community doesn't hurt either.
Manhattan is too much work, too much money, too much.
Queens has it's charms (great food, great ethnic diversity), but in general has a suburban feel, and consequently residents with a suburban mentality. I'll pass.
The Bronx has it's edge and little more.
And Staten Island isn't even worth discussing. It's an isolated isle of secretaries with marginal intelligence, garbage and cars.
Aaron,
I'd still love to shed the grating. Though I must admit, as I long for a life of porches and dogs, I have less and less energy to tackle the aesthetics of a property I do not own. Even if we're there for another couple years, is it worth it? I'm not so sure anymore. I'm getting used to it now...
And Staten Island isn't even worth discussing. It's an isolated isle of secretaries with marginal intelligence, garbage and cars.
um..wu tang clan? i might be the only person i know who took the ferry to staten island and walked around on foot. got some weird looks...nobody walks in staten island apparently.
I did for a while; in 2001 and 2002 when everyone was using yessmoke.com. Unfortunately, thanks to local and international legislation, that became an unreliable option.
These days, we carry them back from visits to Virginia and South Carolina where Heather has family. I think we paid $21 a carton last time around...
Occaisionally, we're fortunate to supplement that supply with gifts from friends passing through Duty Free.
As the smoker of far less volume, I defaulted to hers for exactly that reason (I used to be a Parli/Dunhill guy; Marlboro Menthol Lights back in the day). Since then, I've come to appreciate the moist and earthy char of Camels.
Please view the full-scale images as well - Image 1, Image 2
Nearly every morning I awake just prior to my alarm. Though I hear the capacitor charging, I haven't let it ring in months. I simply open my eyes within the same minute of the each day (6:44), shuffle towards our makeshift nightstand, and silence that which already was.
The above images capture those first moments when cloudy eyes focus on grey objects in grey light; the first things I saw today. Both have been contributed to My Eyes Open, an art project that collects similar scenes; sharing structure and sensibility with PostSecret, one of my regular haunts.
Thanx, I like them too (and find myslef making them most slow weekends). They're a little Wolfgang Tillmans, but who's to say he owns the loft still life genre...?
For the past five years much of my student work has sat dormant. Some of it resides in carefully organized and easily accessible directories (on hard drives and CD-R). The balance however, is stored within enclosures now antiquated (leather portfolios, acid-ridden envelopes and video cassettes); each unfortunately securing its contents from both private and public eyes.
The pieces I had most wished to experience again, the ones I'd lived longest without, were the three videos I made in the Fall of 2000 while learning analog editing in an introductory video-art course.
With the help of my employer's talented (and nerdy) New Media Department, I've begun exhuming them from their S-VHS coffins and encoding them in pristine and efficient MPEG-4 H.264. This means that you will need to have QuickTime 7 to watch the videos that follow. H.264 support hasn't made it to QuickTime for Windows just yet, so for the time being PC users should save the files to disk and view them with the open-source VLC.
Click the Video: links to view each video within your browser, or right-click and save the file for later viewing.
Systems
The first video I had ever made, Systems examines repetition, the perception of time, duration, looping, and the artificiality of the modern experience. It principally depicts the birds of Baltimore, which (interestingly) have become nearly invisible after being transcoded.
Video: Systems Format: MPEG 4 Codecs: H.264, AAC Dimensions: 720 x 586 Duration: 4:21 Size: 14.2 mb
108 Frames
108 Frames, was my response to the 2000 Faculty Exhibition at the Maryland Institute College of Art. The length of time each work is displayed correlates directly to my opinion of it. Tones separate each piece. All pieces included in the exhibition are included in this work.
Setting marks the beginning of my transition away from systematic creative processes, towards a practice better informed by beauty, identity and the invisible/intangible. It is the last video I made prior to my arrival in New York.
I listen to music for hours each day, and only ever remember the lyrics to songs by Underworld and Les Savy Fav. Spoon and such sound like voices, just not words.
Aiming to lessen the monotony at work (and refine my hand-style), I added a rainbow pack of Sharpies to the department Staples order in April. Since then I've been killing idle time, filling in the circles on this card. Today, I drew the last ring and realized, maybe I'd been reading too much Moody.
While I'm on the subject of Brooklyn's cultural death as depicted through tees, I should also mention this gem now available at Old Navy, who describes it thusly:
This super-laidback cotton style celebrates Brooklyn's hippest locale! Glittery print outlines 'Williamsburg' on chest.
Another success in Brooklyn Industries's quest to destroy the authentic culture of an entire borough through uninspired and derivative design. Soon to be seen on NYU students and other tourists returning from forays into the perceived wilderness that is the fucking first stop.
Are the designers aware that 52% of Bushwick residents receive income support (up over 15% since 2000)? Are the designers aware that memories of the '77 blackout riots still hang heavy in the air? Are the designers aware that there are families here, history here?
Or is the word Bushwick just another word made meaningless once set in type, out of context?
The presence of this decoration confirmed a rumor that I had heard months prior: We have a new grocery store in this industrial corner of Bushwick. Excited about the opportunity to nourish myself locally with something other than Jamaican beef patties and Presidente, I immediately dropped in to survey the place. Sadly, they appear to be the purveyors of bleach by the case and ground beef by the family, not the farmer's market for which I had hoped.
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