TASTE & POWER

Children of the World, Unite!

Posted in Art, Film by TASTE & POWER on January 6, 2010

FAMILY IS AN ECONOMIC UNIT, LOVE IS STICKY, WE FEEL AT HOME JUST ABOUT EVERYWHERE. PRIVATE PROPERTY IS CUTE, BUT THE LAW THAT PROTECTS IT WAS ERECTED TO PROTECT THE FIRST ACT OF STEALING. OBJECTS TALK, BUT THE LAW, LIKE A THIEF, IS SILENT. OBJECTS TALK, BUT THEY DONT SAY ALL THEY KNOW, THEY KEEP THEIR SECRETS FOR THEMSELVES.

Guy Ben-Ner’s narrative video Stealing Beauty (2007) was shot in secret at 3 different IKEA’s in 3 different countries, as Ben-Ner and his actors(his family) were forced to change locations every time they were caught taping.  The story depicts a family’s trials after their youngest is caught stealing at school.  It explores themes of globalism, public spaces, private property, consumerism, family, love and theft.  You can watch the video in it’s entirety on UbuWeb.

CHILDREN OF THE WORLD, UNITE!  RELEASE THE FUTURE FROM THE SHACKLES OF THE PAST!  MY PEERS, IT IS OUR TIME TO STEAL!  NOT IN ORDER TO GAIN PROPERTY, BUT IN ORDER TO LOSE RESPECT FOR IT.  PROPERTY IS LIKE A GHOST: YOU CAN NOT POSSESS IT WITHOUT BEING POSSESSED BY IT.  STEAL, AND LET OTHERS STEAL.  LET PROPERTY MOVE FREELY FROM PLACE TO PLACE SO IT WILL NOT HAUNT YOUR HOME.  STEAL FROM THE LOCAL SUPERMARKET, STEAL FROM THE CITY!  STEAL FROM THE STATE. STEAL FROM YOUR PARENTS!  AND ABOVE ALL, DON’T ACCEPT INHERITANCE: STEAL IT!  ROB YOUR PARENTS, AND RID YOURSELF OF PROMISES YOU WILL HAVE TO KEEP!  CHILDREN OF THE WORLD, UNITE!

post-it notes from the prodigal son

Posted in Gossip, Music, Uncategorized by devinkk on August 5, 2008

performance art odd rap and joke punk at 152 ludlow

performance art odd rap and joke punk at 152 ludlow






It Ain’t Easy

Posted in Art by thedumpsterbaby on April 27, 2008

Smoke Eaters, 1975, Jill Freedman

Great piece in the today’s New York Times Sunday Edition by a friend of T&P’s about the life and times of forgotten NY street photographer Jill Freeman. Yesterday the foothills behind my house caught on fire, and last night, on my way home from the grocery store, I passed group after group of “photographers” holding up their digital point-and-shoots (some on tripods) and camera phones and it made me think about how the ease of using these new technologies had democratized the medium, and how many more crappy photos are floating around the world as a result. This is not entirely terrible, but this article made me think about how many great photographers there must be from the lost age of the F-Stop which have eluded well-deserved recognition in recent times. So read.

Art is Dead Death.

Posted in Art, Faith, Gossip, Politics, Religion by thedumpsterbaby on April 18, 2008

So we all know contemporary art is boring. At least we all know that thats how most people feel about it. In addition to boring, other adjectives commonly used to describe the segment of cultural output are pretentious, masturbatory, self-serving, narcissistic, and, today’s key word: offensive. Art’s been pissing people off for centuries, and that is a big reason why I like it. People in general annoy the crap out of me, and even though art’s a limp-dick kind of gun, society just hates being conceptually tea-bagged by weirdo art-fags, while, for me, few other events can evoke the same feelings of bliss & joy from the depths of my depravity.

So recently we’ve been hearing a lot about that guy who starves dogs to death while socialites stand around watching, drinking wine and eating cheese. This seemed to piss people off pretty good, as it seemed i could not log on to myspace or Aim for several days without some horrified dog-lover forwarding me the story…and then came the petitions: “Stop this dog murderer before he strikes again!”

Spare me. Ain’t no myspace petition (more…)

Ain’t No Part Like a 2012 Part ‘Cause A 2012 Party Don’t STOP

Posted in Art, Astrology, Faith, Film by vomitcops on April 11, 2008

As I sit here (in blackface) with no pants on, greasy unkempt hair reaching for the heavens like the branches of some odious sweaty tree, I am thinking about the entertainment industry in all of its forms. As an employee of the dying record producing industry, this affects me directly, but I don’t really care because I am young and I do not own anything of value (i.e. a business). Perhops this is sacrilegious to dispute the things written below me in a blog I am supposed to be a “part of,” but if all tangible media is going the way of self-produced-consumer-generated-and-controlled-garbage and Mayan hellfire is on the horizon, I don’t really have anything to be afraid of. (more…)

Two Thirds of Contemporary Art Officially Boring

Posted in Art by teenagediet on March 6, 2008

I just walked in the door from the Whitney Museum of American Art Biennial members preview. If this exhibition is the cultural litmus that it claims to be, well then two thirds of contemporary art is officially boring. See for yourselves. If you want to wait twelve hours in line tomorrow the weather is going to be nice (let’s not even talk about this weekend). But considering that you will only have thirty minutes from the time you get in until closing let me offer you a strategic approach. Skip the top two out of three floors all together.

There are a few exceptions, Phoebe Washburn is up there and she is always naively charming with her science projects, and her efforts here are no different (I used to work for her and we had frequent ping-pong breaks throughout the day). Also Olaf Bruening’s “Home2” is on view on the third or fourth, but if you are pressed for time (you will be) you can just watch it here. The second floor is a great show. It’s not really full of surprises, Karen Kilimnik, Rachel Harrison, and Rita Ackerman are all enjoyable. But you knew that didn’t you? The one that made me jittery with the excitement of a new discovery was the big clunky Jebediah Caesar piece in the middle of the floor. You will know what I am talking about when you see it, but for some reason old ladies feel a very strong inclination to smell this thing.In a hilarious act of total lack of self-awareness the Biennial this year has decided to have a satellite space. Why do I find this so amusing? The satellite space is basically the new I-Phone, in that every gallery owner and art dealer in New York who doesn’t have one or isn’t in the negotiations to get one, has been left feeling as self consciously cheap as the girl who wore the same prom dress two years in a row. Soooooo, if the Biennial wants to prove itself as an accurate account of the times they’ve gotta get one too, right? Well they did, and it’s at the beautiful Park Avenue Armory. In spite of the sheer excess of this gesture it may very well be the saving grace of the exhibition.

Remember back in 2002 when the Biennial was fun, when the curators were like “fuck it, viewing art should be good times great oldies, not a somber occasion”? I mean sure it was a little awkward waiting in lines to see pieces once you were already in but that only added to the Disney World-esque experience. Well over at the Armory viewing art is fun again. The giant castle has been transformed into a haunted mansion. With only a vague map to guide me I wandered from room to room in this giant space finding ephemeral acts of mysticism in dark corners like a feather tied to a record player lightly strumming an amplified guitar. Sure none of this work is really destroying my preconceived notions, but it was fun. Viewing the exhibition transformed into a ghost hunt and it is this kind of experience that I would encourage the Whitney to steer towards.

p.s. really sorry about the lack of images but you know how top secret these guys like to be.

I’m so glad the king is dead

Posted in Art by teenagediet on March 2, 2008

Thomas Krens aka the prince of darkness aka the director of the Guggenheim foundation is resigning from his throne of human blood and gold. This is the man responsible for such tasteless moves as bringing a show of Armani Suits (underwritten by the company) to the Googs as well as giving Frank Gehry the “outsider architect” (Krens discovered Gehry in a mental institute in Appalachian Virginia) money to build heinous temples of poor aesthetic judgment across the globe, the newest in Abu Dhabi (let’s hope no cell-phone pics of this war crime surface) . Anyways, I will be breaking my long moratorium on the foundation in celebration of this news, and will be viewing “I Want to Believe” by Chinese artist Cai Guo-Qiang this week. Wanna Go?