Everything gets better when you change yourself on the inside.

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Hey, are you feeling the heat? Not just the heat waves (though there’s plenty of that too). But tension… STRESS. Even depression. It’s more common now than ever before, and for a lot of reasons (even besides the obvious). The thing about stress, depression, or just plain “feeling bad” is that it takes EVERYTHING from… Continue reading Everything gets better when you change yourself on the inside.

Sie Ruhten in Netzen von Spinnen

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Traum von einem Seminar, in dem das Vermächtnis eines im Südpazifik verschollenen Naturphilosophen besprochen wurde. Wir rüsteten auch eine Expedition aus, um nach ihm zu forschen, das Klima war südamerikanisch, tropisch, eine Regenwaldinsel mit orangenen Äffchen, die so winzig waren, dass sie sich morgens in den Netzen von Spinnen ausruhten und dort die Tautropfen von… Continue reading Sie Ruhten in Netzen von Spinnen

Venus

Well, I’m your Venus I’m your fire, at your desire Well, I’m your Venus I’m your fire, at your desire — Shocking Blue, Venus

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Anomie is our condition, Anomia is our curse, Anomaly is our profession. Or to put it another way: our scabrous individuality consists of trying to name our condition. — e.m. cioran fall into time

Imaginary Economy

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How does photography serve to legitimate and normalise existing power relationships? How does it serve as the voice of authority, while simultaneously claiming to constitute a token of exchange between equal  partners? What havens and temporary escapes from the realm of necessity are provided by photographic means? What resistances are encouraged and strengthened? How is… Continue reading Imaginary Economy

Vague Clues

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Gilman’s room was of good size but queerly irregular shape; the north wall slanting perceptibly inward from the outer to the inner end, while the low ceiling slanted gently downward in the same direction. Aside from an obvious rat-hole and the signs of other stopped-up ones, there was no access—nor any appearance of a former… Continue reading Vague Clues

Murderers of the Real

At stake will have always been the murderous power of images, murderers of the real, murderers of their own model, as the Byzantine icons could be those of the divine identity. To this murderous power is opposed that of representations as a dialectical power, the visible and intelligible mediation of the Real. All western faith… Continue reading Murderers of the Real

A Sunset

A sunset: 78%, a landscape: 76%, a little girl playing with a cat: 56%, a woman breast-feeding: 54%, a folk dance: 46%, a weaver at work: 39%, a famous monument: 27%, a first communion: 26%, a snake: 20%, a rope 16%, a metal frame: 15%, cabbages: 12%, a butcher’s stall: 9%… a car accident: 1%… Continue reading A Sunset

2500 rolls of undeveloped film

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Oscillating wildly between fiercely claiming a position, a decisive point of view and rejecting it, aiming at position-less, becoming a machine of registration. And in between there is this wash-tub full of undeveloped film in the basement of Gary Winogrand’s house like some sort of Schrödinger’s Cat, an experiment that vanishes when realised.  On March… Continue reading 2500 rolls of undeveloped film