|St. Paddy's Day • Holyoke, MA • 1974|
Tuesday, April 6
Tuesday, March 23
|Eveready Diner • Rhinebeck, NY • October, 2008|
Once upon a time the United States was the only major industrial nation not rubbled by World War. No, not wars... War! The gap between the first and second halves of the European Psychotic Break was a couple of decades... just enough time to reload and suck the Asian Pacific into its madness. And so it came to pass that world wealth got transferred here in exchange for jobs, finished capital, and consumer goods.
The bargain was unsustainable. As bright, educated peoples restored their tools... like factories, dams, power grids, roads, rails, airports, institutions, and competitive sanity – trade imbalances shrank and inevitably turned against America. But the 50 or 60 year capital advantage created a golden moment for US consumers got drunken on their temporary possession of so much of the world's wealth.
Speaking of unsustainability, American union monopsonists struck equally unsustainable deals with their monopolist employer/partners to achieve average wage heights built upon the myth of eternal world pauperism. US labor shared in the flow of world wealth to its shores with no threat from cheaper labor that lacked competitive tools.
Now they have the tools.
Ever heard of arbitrage? It means buying cheap and selling dear. Buy stuff made for less in Romania, sell it in London where incomes, hence prices, are higher. Like that. Today financial capital dispatches tools to low wage world spots to produce goods or services for a lot less than American companies whose workers have identical tools but with legacy high wage contracts (and government mandated additional labor costs) unavailable to Romanians, Ethiopians, Peruvians, British, or of course, Chinese.
Investment capital is the most mobile factor of production. It moves at quantum speeds through digital pipelines. Errors in predicting arbitrage advantages are spotted and overcome, by computers, at light's velocity. And while actual production and employment follow those directions with a lag... their vast movements are inexorable.
See the October 2008 Eveready Diner up there? It's a relic of "Mid-Century" America's momentary competitive advantage. Unlike anytime before in history, regular people... typical families... drove there and in air conditioned comfort chose from enormous menus.
October 2008 was about a month after America came aware that its financial iceberg had calved off over a quarter of its value. Access to financial capital got squeezed in what was to become known as the Great Recession. The lag between financial loss and real economic activity was about to bring down a curtain. The Eveready Diner (which may or may not be gone) stood on quaking economic ground - a 50s lyric of an unsustainable time when thanks to Europe's Psychotic Break - even the poorest consumers in the US were better off than their counterparts anytime in the history of history.
Sunday, July 19
|Brisk winter afternoon.|
Friday, July 10
Sunday, June 21
|About a block or so from the Bastille|
Anyone able to translate this culturally, historically, and of course linguistically? Blow it up and look carefully at these tags. See the one on the upper left? That's a cartoon cop car - upside down - with "police" in English. There's a 1984 slashed vertically in the center and, well I give up. Gotta' admit this is totally fascinating art (I know Andreas, I'm eating some crow here).
The sunrise was just perfect, like a spotlight on stage. And the palette is eye popping. It's a shame the it was too early to pop into the Café on the first floor. I wonder if the decor is classic French? Look at all the chimneys. And were there... are there... elevators? If oui, then when did they get installed.
So much history piled up here. These are the architectural shots I totally love. The way that builders elbow their way into spaces so that each generation plops its cultural flag along a streetscape, but in the case, a generation got in there with paint!
And I wonder which generation? How old are these graffs? You think 60's? 80s? The fading suggests nothing newer than the 90s but Wudda-I-know? Is this political, or just fun? And at who's expense (see my last post)? Do they add to the somber inheritance of those buildings? Or subtract?
If someone cared, I expect they'd be gone. Yet, how'd they get up there, and how'd they get erased? And would erasing them be a Taliban sort of desecration.
Enquiring minds wanna know.
Saturday, June 20
|Model: Marti Armstrong|
Thursday, June 11
|Bike messenger stops for Parisian winter lunch|
(1) See the cyan shift in this image. I stole the color map from the art of a movie poster, then worked it into the final image to reinforce winter mood in contrasty morning light.
(2) To peer into shadows and hi lights while giving objects a 3D feeling I employed Photomatix to dig into both shadows and highlights and,
(3) Worked subliminal cubist lighting onto the image. Blow it up and squint to see how both shadows and lights sweep from all directions such that there is no spot which lacks a pathway or line directing eyes toward the messenger's face.
Visual tyranny :-)
Oddly, artists as a group are among the most hostile toward tyranny. Good for them. But yet, they are also control freaks within their scores, frames, plots, and edits. Art is about communication... It's expression reduced to essence. Reduced? How about - compacted?
Artists share thoughts and feelings wrapped in ambiguity. Strip away the ambiguity and they become illustrators. Which isn't so much a title but an insult to many. So art critics and experts make livings by stripping off those outer layers, explaining to the rest of us what great artists mean to say. How they came to say it. And how all of that should influence those who visit the art that the learned analysts are unravelling.
Through their own filters of course.
Wednesday, June 10
Yes - this image is over processed. And your point is? Heh heh...
|Églese Saint-Séverin, Paris - Circa. 11th Century|
But right now, every project is a chance to experiment. And yeah... Guess that means BIG PROCESSING, huh? I'm like a kid splashing about in the first pool of summer.
Tuesday, June 9
Tuesday, May 12
Sequestered at home by fiat, the mind wanders/wonders... "It's artists' jobs to ask questions. Answers though are above their pay grades."
I'm just sayin':
"Did my heart not listen, or was it my head?"
|12 Makes Ambani $59.7 Billion|
"Life's heirlooms are tiny as a heartbreak."
|11 Larry Page $61.1 Billion|
|10 Carlos Slim Helu (and family) $63.5 Billion|
|09 Amancio Ortega Gaona $65 Billion|
|08 Larry Ellison $66.4 Billion|
|07 Vladimir Putin $70 Billion|
|06 Mark Zuckerberg 76.34 Billion|
|05 Amancio Ortega $77.1 Billion|
|04 Warren Buffett $$88.8 Billion|
|03 Bill Gates $108,2 Billion|
|02 Bernard Arnault (and family) $109.2 Billion|
|01 Jeff Bezos $111.5 Billion|
Saturday, April 25
|Go on, explain this. It's a fact I snapped. |
A room with all of its furnishings. All of them.
Saturday, April 11
|King Mohammed VI, Rabat. Morocco|
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There's a word, "introspection". Why is there no word, "outrospection"?
Oh, BTW... One great thing about being King, no one ever asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Although an entire country quietly wondered about his answer to that question.
PS: King Muhammad VI has been controversial, so it is possible that the statement up there in the image might not be one of patriotic support. But given the laws re. critiquing the Monarch... Well, maybe this is the subtlest way to do that? Regardless, it's an image that prods at outrospective questions... :-)
Note the graffiti on the front of this shop. This was a set for the movie Gladiato