Love Affair
I've been sick, like my brain has been hurting because my sinuses have been so fucked and I really have accomplished approximately nothing all week. Anyway, despite not doing anything positive, sucking saltwater up my nose, taking 3 showers every day just for the humidity and losing two to three pounds every time I blow my nose (along with, possibly, 15-20 points on my fucking SATs, or IQ, which means basically nothing) over the last 6 days, I did manage to watch some movies, read some magazines, look at some pictures and listen to a bunch of music. And all I want to do is sit outside with friends and laugh, then go for a nice if overpriced dinner, and out to some dark and dirty bar, wake up smiling at my headache and foggy memories, and go for brunch. Instead, I write the lamest blog post in history.
This story, of a guy who collected a Polaroid every day for about 18 years, is so over-blogged I wasn't gonna post it. But the images are very good, and the story collected is well crafted and the images from the last year of his life are something else.
It also ties into one interesting story of dedication, love, focus and partnership. This one I saw yesterday while I tried to not infect anyone whilst wandering around MoMA. You kind of have to see it in person to recognize the sheer madness of spending 30 years taking pictures of then curating and printing a geometric and fucking weird survey of industry around the world. But Bernd and Hilla Becher have done something that just tears apart my mind.
Go rent the movie Control, about Ian Curtis of the band Joy Division. Movie was made by Anton Corbijn who is a legendary music and portrait photographer. You should really look around his website and at his photographs.
Hercules and Love Affair Blind.
Cut Copy.
Justice. (I was gonna post this, but then I saw it on Anthony's Joystick blog, but I'm posting it anyway. Great minds don't fall far from the tree of Apples?)
