30.11.13

self-portraits by ben zan

BEN ZANK WAS BORN IN THE BRONX IN NEW YORK. AT THE AGE OF 18 HE BEGAN TAKING PHOTOGRAPHS FOR FUN AFTER HE DISCOVERED A PENTAX ME SUPER IN HIS GRANDMOTHER’S ATTIC. HIS SELF-PORTRAITS AIM TO STRETCH THE VIEWER’S IMAGINATION AND EXPRESS HIS FEELINGS WHEN WORDS FAIL. HE SAYS: ‘I DIDN’T GO TO SCHOOL FOR PHOTOGRAPHY. INSTEAD I MAJORED IN JOURNALISM. AS A JOURNALIST IN SCHOOL, YOU FIND THAT YOUR OWN WORDS END UP BEING SILENCED AND IN PLACE ARE AN OBJECTIVE AND ALMOST ROBOTIC NARRATIVE THAT IS CONSTANTLY REGURGITATED. CONSEQUENTIALLY, I FOUND MYSELF BAD AT EXPRESSING MY EMOTIONS THROUGH WORDS. I WAS GOOD AT THE RANT, BUT ANY REAL MEANING ABOUT MYSELF WAS LOCKED DEEP INSIDE. MY PHOTOGRAPHS ARE A WAY FOR ME TO ABSTRACTLY SPEAK MY OPINION AND BRING MY EMOTIONS INTO LIGHT.’



source: www.ignant.de

some facts from art world

2 from 5 art critics personally make art
4 from 5 collect art

60% never write about abroad art
77% like writing about paintings
>50% like to write least about online art

43% artists have graduate degree
40% chose innerdrive to make arts their first choice



 by Rodin
 by Olle Eksell

29.11.13

Cities Like Cats Reveal Themselves At Night


San Paulo in 1960s by Rene Burri 

By Joseba Elorza 



rainy day




Once in Vietnam

june 18, 1965

Kings of Leon - Beautiful War


Bite your tongue
Don't make a scene, dear
Everybody's been here least once before
We've been here more

Your heart breaks
Rolls down the window
I've seen it all go, come back around
And I've heard the sound

The tip of your tongue
The top of your lungs is doing my head in
I say, "Love, love don't mean nothing
Unless there's something worth fighting for."
It's a beautiful war

When I hold
The warmth of your body
There is nobody that I'd rather hold
Shattered and cold

The tip of your tongue
The top of your lungs is making me crazy
I say, "Love, love don't mean nothing
Unless there's something worth fighting for."
It's a beautiful war

I say, "Love, love..."

27.11.13

The Greenhomes - There is an End


Words disappear, 
Words weren't so clear, 
Only echos passing through the night. 

The lines on my face, 
Your fingers once traced, 
Fading reflection of what was. 

Thoughts re-arrange, 
Familar now strange, 
All my skin is drifting on the wind. 

Spring brings the rain, 
With winter comes pain, 
Every season has an end. 

I try to see through the disguise, 
But the clouds were there, 
Blocking out the sun. 

There's an end

DAYDREAM BY NONOTAK PROJECTS

‘Daydream’ is an audiovisual installation by Nonotak Projects that generates space distortions. Relationship between space and time, accelerations, contractions, shifts and metamorphosis have been the lexical field of the project. This video of the installation aimed at establishing a physical connection between the virtual space and the real space, blurring the limits and submerging the audience into a short detachment from reality. Lights generate abstract spaces while sounds define the echoes of virtual spaces. ‘Daydream’ is an invitation to contemplation. The frontality of the installation leads the visitors to a passive, observing and hopefully understanding position.






source: www.ignant.de

26.11.13

Jason Schwartzman

He has the coolest sense of style...
...he can be as handsome and as sexy as hell...
 … he can be a hipster living next door...
 …he can be hilarious...
… he can be every teenager-girls's dream rockstar/role model...
 … but he is just a wonderful actor and the man of many faces.


He is Jason Schwartzman.

22.11.13

Buffalo Spri - For What It's Worth


There's something happening here
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware

I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?

There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking' their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind

It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?

What a field day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly saying, "hooray for our side"

Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
Step out of line, the men come and take you away

We better stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?

We better stop
Now, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?

We better stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?

Auto Aerobics by Chris Labrooy

The project ‘Auto Aerobics’ by Chris La Brooy, an UK based artist, began with the context. ‘Walking through Brooklyn on a winters evening is a truly memorable experience’ which motivated him to build a digital model that captured the various details and textures of this location. The pontiac automobile was initially just a prop parked on the sidewalk when Chris started building the environment, however he later decided to make it the subject of the series and started abstracting the forms by hollowing out the cars core and experimenting with multiples which over time began to look extraordinary.







20.11.13

The Zombies

Well no one told me about her the way she lied
Well no one told me about her how many people cried
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there

Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there

Well no one told me about her, what could I do
Well no one told me about her, though they all knew
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there

Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright

But she's not there 
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there

Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there


It's the time of the season
When love runs high
In this time, give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured hands

To take you in the sun to promised lands
To show you every one
It's the time of the season for loving

What's your name?
Who's your daddy?
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken any time
To show you what you need to live?

Tell it to me slowly
Tell you what I really want to know
It's the time of the season for loving

What's your name?
Who's your daddy?
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken any time
To show you what you need to live?

Tell it to me slowly
Tell you what I really want to know
It's the time of the season for loving

National Geographic Photo Contest 2013

Crows Nest: The crows that live in Tokyo use clothes hangers to make nests. In such a large city, there are few trees, so the natural materials that crows need to make their nests are scarce. As a result, the crows occasionally take hangers from the people who live in apartments nearby, and carefully assemble them into nests. The completed nests almost look like works of art based on the theme of recycling. (© Yosuke Kashiwakura/National Geographic Photo Contest)

Orta Lake Storm Chasing: I have spent the entire summer chasing thunderstorms all around Italy. I usually stand in front of the camera, to modify the parameters according to lighting's distance and intensity. This time I was in a very dangerous situation, I was completely surrounded by lightning strikes, so I chose to leave the camera on the tripod shooting in automatic mode. I spent about 15 minutes on the ground, as far as I could from any conducting material, and I protected my eyes and my ears hoping for the best. When I finally looked to the pictures I was very impressed by the size and intensity of the storm. (© Riccardo Criseo/National Geographic Photo Contest)

Omohara: "Omohara" is not only a geographical crossing of Omotesando and Harajuku,but also variety of styles and culture are come and go. Omotesando is town of adult where high brand's buildings put together the eaves. On the other hand, Harajuku is town of young where born the new culture. Omohara is a place that new culture and old culture are fusion. And leading the art and culture of Japan always. (© Teruo Araya/National Geographic Photo Contest)

Bright Canopy: While studying in Florence, Italy, I went on a trip throughout Europe. The first stop was in Berlin, Germany, where we rented bikes and rode throughout the city. While visiting the Jewish Museum I stood under a group of trees and noticed the great interaction of hand-like branches with the light coming through the canopy of leaves. (© Kevin Connolly/National Geographic Photo Contest)

Amazing Midwinter Sunset (4:30pm): November 6th, 2013 - at approximately 4:15 pm we were all watching this amazing batman-like beam coming over the dyke on the upstream side of the Yukon River which was just beginning to freeze. I grabbed a camera, made my way over towards the river and discovered this amazing scene. As we are heading towards the shortest day of the year, the sun usually disappears between 4:30-4:45 pm. (© Andrea Magee/National Geographic Photo Contest)

Cows And Kites: I was driving along the beach highway when I noticed the bulls sunbathing on the empty beach. I initially thought i was seeing things,but no it really was sunbathing cows! I had to park my car a fair distance away and that meant a long walk along the beach in 35 degree heat. When I got closer to them I was careful not to spook them, so I crawled on my stomach on the hot sand to get a good picture. Mission Accomplished! Location: Tarifa Beach, Andalucia, Spain. (© Andrew Lever/National Geographic Photo Contest)

19.11.13

New Order - Blue Monday

How does it feel
To treat me like you do
When you've laid laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are

I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how do I feel

Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
They will turn away no more

And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me
Just how I should feel today

I see a ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasn't for your misfortunes
I'd be a heavenly person today

And I thought I was mistaken
And I thought I heard you speak
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how should I feel

Now I stand here waiting

I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel
When your heart grows cold

An Infinite Staircase by David McCracken

 Photo by William Patino
 Leighton Wallis
Paul Davis

18.11.13

Emilio Pucci Spring Ready-To-Wear 2014

Even I don't like the belt the overall look is just stunning.

Tracy Chapman - Happy


Should be happy to be loved
Happy to be
Unburdened by the thought
I could still be lonely
I think you're the one
Everyone agrees
But some can see the face of love
And turn away in disbelief

Every time we get close
I just run
And the wind on my face
Last rays of the sun
Shine on my skin
My heart slow me down
Is all that I can feel
All that I can feel

Should be happy to be loved
Happy to be
With someone who knows
And understands me
I think you're the one
Everyone agrees
But some can touch the hand of love
And pull away in disbelief

Should be happy to be loved
Happy to be
Possessed by nothing but
A heart that's chosen freely
I think you're the one
Everyone agrees
But some can feel the grace of love
And walk away in disbelief

17.11.13

Castello Cavalcanti by Wes Anderson for Prada


collaboration of my beloved designer and my favourite director
what can be better??

James Vincent McMorrow - Cavalier



Speak until the dust
settles in the same specific place
Light refused to go
Drink it from a cast and iron plate
instead of cold milk
was offered unripe
Instead of silence
considered craven

Nothing made it seem
hidden where the aging soil was pure
Pressed against the crease
Mountains become fragrant at the source
how can you stand this
exotic angle
I read it somewhere 
that they would lie still

I remember how cloth hung
flexing with the forest clung
Half waist and high raised arms
kicking at the slightest form
I remember my first love
I remember my first love

Unrelied I was called
missing teeth out of favour
Nickel beach it was all
gathering by the sundial

I woke hard
I woke heavy 
for the half way stop
Five whole hours in
when I woke hard 
I woke heavy with the live or parts 

I remember my first love

Solaire in Numéro magazine












model: martha hunt
photographer: txema yeste
stylist: franck benhamou
hair: laurent philippon
make-up: lloyd simmonds