jeraldtroyramos ASKED:
why is everything in here scary?
Come on in, close your eyes.
Michael Schwartz, The Last Rite (for Dansk magazine)
Tindersticks, Come Inside
(The Something Rain, 2012)
A sigh as wide as the side of a mountain.
Buy The Something Rain. Tindersticks, previously. Come inside again.
Glen Luchford, Malgosia Bela (for Self Service)
Yelena Yemchuk, Enikő Mihalik (for Tar magazine)
Lautaro Garcia, k1000amf016
Lee Friedlander, New York City, 1967
Seeing this photo twenty years ago is what got me into nightlife photography. (And I occasionally reference it to this day.)
People who are regularly complicit in wrong, are not in the habit of admitting such things. The unwillingness to admit wrong, the greedy claim upon the powers of disappointment, the deep sense of injury is not coincidental — it is a necessary fact of wrong-doing.
When a professor of history calls Barack Obama a “Food Stamp President,” it isn’t a mistake to be remedied through clarification; it is a statement of aggresion. And when a crowd of his admirers cheer him on, they are neither deluded, nor in need of forgiveness, nor absolution, nor acting against their interest. Racism is their interest. They are not your misguided friends. They are your fully intelligent adversaries, sporting the broad range of virtue and vice we see in humankind.
— Ta-Nehisi Coates in The Atlantic
Ville Varumo, End #9 (for The Ones 2 Watch issue #18)
Ville Varumo, End #3 (for The Ones 2 Watch issue #18)
Jaromil Jireš, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders
“Not since The Wicker Man has a soundtrack occupied my mind like Valerie and her Week of Wonders. It was like a door had been opened in my subconscious and fragments of memories and dreams rejoiced right there in my living room. I became very possessive over my copied version, a VHS to cassette copy which hissed like it had been captured from another world. I would surprise friends with snippets of the theme, it never failed to get a curious “Who’s this?” I was continually asked to make a copies but I had no intentions of making copies for anyone. The ritual chanting, the sections of catholic mass, the Czech hymns were mine, the cogs sequence, the acoustic love song, the room of cogs all mine.”
— Trish Keenan, Broadcast
Trish Keenan of Broadcast died one year ago today. Treat yourself to her favourite film.
