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"Staggeringly poor service for stunningly rich prices!"
"Our team is perfectly friendly, just not actually helpful."
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Couple items from HyperAllergic, which has fast become one of my favorite sources for news from the art world.
First this, (read it!) about the amazing Carol Highsmith's billion-dollar scuffle with Getty Images over them charging for images THAT SHE DONATED to the Library of Congress.
photo: @lifeisamother/Instagram |
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Labels: art, photography, policy, public art, street art
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Labels: acting, films, new york, photography
Three Shakespeare plays over three nights, Thursday through Saturday. One was free, one pay-what-you-want, and one was the opposite of free. Each has something unique to offer to this summer's Shakespeare season (made a little extra juicy by this year's commemoration of the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare's death.)
Troilus and Cressida from the Public/NYSF at the Delacorte; As You Like It from The Cradle Theatre in Prospect Park; The Merchant of Venice, which is the contribution to the Lincoln Center Festival from Shakespeare's Globe.
As I've said before (and will say again), I'm an actor, not a critic; no desire to pick these shows apart. Dan Sullivan (whom I've known for a while) takes a really good swing at the very tricky pitch that is Troilus. The curveballs of love and politics, the high heat of war, the secret signals that hold together the batteries of diplomacy and military intelligence. Homeric Greece and Troy find their way to an Orwellian present of perpetual war.
Rebecca Etzine (whose tumblr I've admired for a while, and whom I had the pleasure of meeting at the show on Friday) delivered an As You Like It that is even more distinctly of today. A young company of young artists turned a wooded part of Prospect Park into the forest of Arden - a few extra twists of gender and sexuality, plenty of playfulness, and a healthy dose of irreverence result in a show that is compelling, contemporary, and - most importantly - alive. They're moving camp to Ft. Greene this weekend; check their website. Cory missed this one, sadly; hey, this heatwave is a real thing, and not everyone's appetite for Shakespeare is quite as bottomless as mine, especially given that on the docket for the next night was...
Last and emphatically not least, Jonathan Pryce was Shylock in what is of the most brutal, and certainly one of the best, productions of Merchant I've ever seen. While the staging and design is firmly in 16th Century Venice, the anti-semitism conjures all-too-current outbreaks in Europe and America. Never (in my experience) has Shylock seemed so justified, never has Jessica been so disdained (even after her 'voluntary' conversion and marriage to Lorenzo), never has Antonio been such an asshole, and NEVER has Portia been such a snotty, snobby, vindictive prig (while still managing to be the smartest person in the room). The final, added scene of Shylock's forced baptism was bitterly piercing.
Not much visual stimulation for you today, but here are a couple shots of Shakespeare's birthplace from our trip. [What?? A side trip to Stratford-upon-Avon when we went to London? Hey, he'll only have a 400th Deathiversary once.]
A couple exteriors of the gables.
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Labels: photography, public art, shakespeare, theater, travel
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Labels: activism, landmarks, love is love, photography, policy, politics, Pride, public art
So this is kind of exciting.
All issues of Avant Garde Magazine have been made available for online viewing in their entirety.
It ran from 1968-71, 14 issues in total, published by the controversial Ralph Ginzburg.
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Labels: art, magazines, publishing
The rational, measured, intelligent response that Obama gave to that gun guy at that town hall a couple weeks ago has been making the rounds an extra special lot in the last 48 hours. Understandably.
Last Saturday night we went to an event at Little City Books in Hoboken - a combination book release/signing, discussion, and concert, all in celebration of Bob Mehr's Trouble Boys: The True Story of the Replacements.
The 'Mats are one of the all-time great bands as far as I'm concerned, and the I-haven't-finished-it-yet-but-so-far-it's-more-than-worth-the-effort book has drawn attention from some pretty fab people.
Michael Hill, who helped the band navigate Warner Brothers. Or tried to.
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Labels: books, music, photography
In Sri Lanka, anyway...
From a Sri Lankan propaganda/PSA film. Or so we were told by the amazing Station Manager Ken on the unparalleled WFMU.
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Labels: drinks, life and how to live it, propaganda, radio, Sri Lanka
One more image to add to the vast gallery appearing everywhere celebrating Zaha Hadid.
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Labels: architecture, art, photography, public art
Continuing adventures in music.
The Ecstatic Music Festival at Merkin Hall.
Yo La Tengo performing the music of Alvin Lucier. Bringing it to the molecular level, taking microphones to the scale of microscopes.
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Labels: ecstaticmusic, music, performance
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More Ai Weiwei. Who knows something about blogs.
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Labels: activism, art, London, museums, photography, sculpture, travel