And What Do You Do, Mr. Ando?

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He’s a tough guy and a really wonderful architect whose work has sent me on more than one pilgrimage in my life. But even so, I can’t help but feel a little sorry for Tadao Ando. The most dazzling, sophisticated and successful spatial element of Yu-un, the guest house he built for a longtime friend, is not by the architect; it’s an art installation by Olafur Eliasson. [The serial Ando client, Takeo Obayashi, is the head of one of Japan’s leading contractors and a contemporary art collector.]
Ando sounds kind of testy and defensive in the Architectural Digest profile of the project, and he seems to get far more credit for Eliasson’s work than he should:

Yu-un’s courtyard, however, is different from any Ando has designed before, and it created challenges demanding the delicacy of a diplomat. “We had some struggles with so many designers and artists on board,” says Ando. “We had many discussions with them, and it took time to find good solutions without compromising my design.”

Despite its name, Architectural Digest has always taken an extremely circumscribed view of architecture. In the magazine’s relentlessly tasteful, decorative hierarchy, every service industry employee has his place: architects define space and structure; interior designers transform, synthesize and finish; artists and tradespeople provide the raw materials for the realization of the designer’s vision; and when the client is a collector, art serves as the appropriate symbol of his wealth and taste.
The subtitle of the article–“A Surprising Modern Design Blends Ornament and Restraint”–and this awesome quote from Ando are a one-two punch for art’s function:

Of course, I work with a lot of artists. In Los Angeles, I’m making a guesthouse and exhibition space sort of like Yu-un, and we’re doing things with Damien Hirst and other people with installations on the surfaces. So it may become common with this kind of project where one installs treatments on certain surfaces.

ornament. surface. treatment. Brunschwig & Fils, meet Fischli & Weiss. Scalamandre, Carl Andre. Uh, and please use the service elevator next time.
Which goes a long way in explaining why there’s next to no information or context at all about the 7,000 oddly shaped, platinum-glazed tiles that were the source of so much Ando consternation.
So until there’s an Artistical Digest that’s at all interested in art beyond its merely sublime decorative function, here’s some background on those tiles:
The complex shape–technically a rhomboid dodecahedron, I think, and so more brick than tile, really–was dubbed a quasi brick. It emerged from Olafur’s ongoing collaboration with the Icelandic architect and former Frei Otto student and Buckminster Fuller disciple Einar Thorsteinn. Rhomboid dodecahedrons are one of five space-filling polyhedrons, shapes that can stack on themselves and fill a solid space. Like a cube, but without the regularity.
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Eliasson has been interested in the form’s dualities–raw/manufactured, manmade/natural, random/ordered, mathematical/elemental–for several years and has shown it often. The artist used black, double-fired tiles for Soil Quasi Bricks inBlind Pavilion at the 2003 Venice Biennale, they were, among other things, an evocation of the crystalline forms of Icelandic basalt columns, which are created when molten lava collided with ice. [Check out Gitte Orskou’s “Inside the Spectacle” (pdf) for more discussion of the Pavilion and a related 2-D floor installation in 2004 in Reykjavik, Frost Activity.]
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There were fired quasi bricks on the shelf in the Model Room, the fantastical math toy-filled installation of Thorsteinn’s form-making activities which they first showed in New York in early 2003. [It’s in the SFMoMA show.] And even before that, in 2002, Eliasson showed a wall of the quasi brick forms of bent steel at Basel. Let that one get away, unfortunately. It seems so cheap in retrospect…
Anyway, Googling around, I found an account of an architect who worked in Eliasson’s studio who was involved in the Obayashi commission. It’s an enlightening look at the artist’s process, but the architect, Andreas Eggertsen, also makes a lot of interesting observations on the experience of working with an artist and incorporating science into the design process.
There’s even a description of the studio team’s struggles with Ando and the construction crew in Japan. Turns out the quasi-bricks’ apparent randomness was the problem:

The idea of the quasi brick is that it is an expression of high complexity. The quasi brick is a space filling geometry based on “fivefold symmetry”, a mathematical description of a quasi-chaotic geometry, which was found by a physicist in the 80´s.
The bricks can be rotated into 6 different positions, and put together randomly they create a very complex pattern. As the Japanese are a very thorough people they were not pleased when the construction had started and we had not supplied them with a list of how each brick should be rotated. As there were thousands of bricks, we had not figured out a way to indicate the exact rotation of each and every brick and thought that it would be easier for the construction workers to rotate the bricks themselves on site.
We did not realize that the Japanese were going to be so confused by this. They could simply not work without a drawing that showed them exactly what to do. So when we received this e-mail we got a bit frustrated. The construction had already started and in order not to delay the entire project we had to supply them with new and accurate drawings the following day.
To draw the rotation of each brick in Autocad would take us a week of work, so we had to figure out something else. We were getting a bit stressed, trying out different ideas to create a diagram that could illustrate the rotation of each brick, when the idea to use Matlab appeared to generate a random series of numbers from 1-6 dispersed over as many rows and columns as intended in the design. The numbers were then pasted into the Autocad file and soon the diagram was drawn and we could send the drawings before dawn.

Well if you put it that way… The construction workers on the boxer-turned-starchitect’s project for their boss’s boss’s boss’s house didn’t want to be the ones deciding which way the artist’s tiles faced? No freakin’ duh.
It’s all fascinating stuff, but I can’t imagine any of it ever showing up in the pages of Architectural Digest. Nor can I picture it working its way into Ando’s own practice. Though he and Eliasson share an obsession with the spatial characteristics of light, Ando’s method seems positively atavistic and instinctual compared to Eliasson’s. The sight of Ando scrawling his name and a sketch with a fat, black crayon on the wall at the opening of his 1991 MoMA exhibition was a formative experience for me. I’m fine to cut AD loose; they’re a hopeless cause. But it’s too bad that even after working with him, Ando apparently can’t see the depth behind Eliasson’s work which, while created in a totally different way, shares so many ideas with his own. But you know how temperamental these artists can be.
Tokyo Jewel Box: A Surprising Modern Design Blends Ornament and Restraint [architecturaldigest.com via tropolism]
Putting Science to Work in Art [nic’s a&d blog]
In 2005, Thorsteinn exhibited his own work on five-fold symmetry space and form in Copenhagen. Heady stuff. [einarthorsteinn.com]
[images except top, via olafureliasson.net]

Lady Madonna, Children At Her Teat

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From the Great Opening Paragraphs Department, Matthew Placek interviewed NZ documentary filmmaker Pietra Brettkelly for V Magazine:

In March of 2006 I traveled with Vanessa Beecroft to Rumbek in South Sudan on two separate occasions to produce an image for her latest project, VBSS. Vanessa asked me to produce a painterly, Madonna-esque image of her wearing a custom-made dress by Maison Martin Margiela burned at the hem. There were two slit openings for her breasts in order to nurse two orphaned Sudanese twins. Vanessa was and is trying to adopt the children legally.

The vapid, superficial, self-absorbed aesthetic fetishist in Brettkelly’s new film, The Art Star and the Sudanese Twins, will be instantly familiar to anyone familiar with Beecroft’s perennially hackneyed work, which has been a lowpoint of at least two Venice Biennales [the most recent one is in the film].
NY Magazine has a nice takedown recap. It puts the interview in fashion-friendly V into interesting perspective; Beecroft’s collaborator and the outsider director make what are rather contorted attempts to be nice and non-judgmental about what is a transparently repulsive, self-damning project. Good stuff.
Filmmaker Pietra Brettkelly on artist Vanessa Beecroft’s new quest in the Sudan [vmagazine.com]
‘Art Star’ Vanessa Beecroft: Slammed at Sundance [nymag]

Welcome To The Sound Of The Life Of The Mind

The sonic precision and cohesion of the Coens’ films have much to do with the close collaboration between Mr. [Skip] Lievsay and Mr. [Carter] Burwell. Extensive discussions between a film’s sound editor and composer are rare, given typical post-production schedules. It’s customary, Mr. Burwell said, for the two parties to meet only “at the final mix where everyone will be arguing about what should be the loudest.” But Mr. Burwell and Mr. Lievsay, having worked on all 12 Coen films, have figured out a cooperative approach. “We try to be complementary, or we stay out of each other’s way,” Mr. Lievsay said. On some films, like “Barton Fink,” they have gone so far as to divide up the sonic spectrum for individual scenes, so that one of them tackles the high end and the other the low end.

Hearing the wallpaper glue unpeel with unnerving clarity in Barton Fink was one of the first times I was aware of sound as a designed, not just found, element of filmmaking. Now I wonder which one of the Coen’s guys did it.
Exploiting Sound, Exploring Silence

BF Dome In BF Louisiana Gets BS Treatment

As they say in the bayou, when it comes to preserving our modernist architectural heritage, you can’t trust a hillbilly as far as you can throw him.
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The Union Tank Car Dome, the first industrial-scale geodesic dome, built by Buckminster Fuller in Baton Rouge, Louisiana in 1958, was demolished without notice in November 2007 by its current owner, the Kansas City Southern Railroad. The dome had been the subject of some local preservationist attention for several years, and it would have been eligible the National Register of Historic Places this month.
At 384 feet in diameter, the Union Tank Car Dome was the largest dome in the world when it was built. The 80-foot glass dome inside it was a superfluous flourish, added just because they could. [image below via bfi.org]
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While we all lament the loss of such an architectural treasure and bemoan the predictable philistinism of the owners, let’s also take a quick look at a few mitigating dome factors:
The dome was in the middle of freakin’ nowhere, and I don’t just mean Baton Rouge. Even by Baton Rouge standards, the dome’s in the middle of freakin’ nowhere. The kind of nowhere that’s only 2000′ away from Google Maps’ lo-res image cutoff.
KCS had had the dome for sale for years, dirt cheap [see point above], and willing to go cheaper. In 2001, when a local architect spearheaded an early preservation campaign, the whole place was just $500,000, negotiable. But then the guy moved to England. Oh well.
If the international community of Fuller True Believers can’t rally a measly $500k within 10 years, or entice an architecture collector to buy in the industrial fringes of hillbilly country, just how long should we expect said hillbillies to wait around?
Union Tank Car Dome, RIP, where’s another kick-ass Fuller structure with an ignorant owner just dying for someone to offer to take it off their hands? Architecture’s collectible now, right? So where are the dealers? Where is the registry of sweet, OG modernist landmarks for sale? We’ve seen this with the Paul Rudolph houses, where the only outrage is too late and from people not willing or able to pony up.
What Buckminster Fuller needs is an Eric Touchaleaume and a few Robert Rubins. Touchaleaume’s the guy who dropped into Congo in the middle of a civil war to airlift three of Jean Prouve’s Maisons Tropicales out of the line of fire. With collector-scholar Rubin’s help, he restored and placed two with museums–and sold the third to Andre Balasz for $5 million.
The real problem, though, is that Fuller attracts too many hippies, and anyway, evangelizing organizations like the Buckminster Fuller Institute are more interested in the number of domes and the problems they solve–“Today over 300,000 domes dot the globe.”— than in preserving the currently obsolete artifacts “by” Fuller. If there’s a Fuller Preservation Crisis, they don’t seem too concerned about it.
Demolition of historic “Bucky Dome” a stain on KCS [kansascity.com via things]

Undoing The Ongoing Web-based Invisibility Of Triple Candie’s Jacob Lawrence Show

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installation shots via triplecandie.org/archive.org
Yesterday Holland Cotter wrote a glowing review of Triple Candie’s current exhibition of the largely white art world’s history of misrepresenting the work of Jacob Lawrence. The show consists of full-size reproductions of all 60 panels of Lawrence’s masterpiece, The Migration of the Negro, which the artist painted in Harlem when he was just 24.


Lawrence was sort of the Jackie Robinson of the white art world, the first African American artist to have a show at a major gallery, and as any young artist, he was expected to be thrilled when the Museum of Modern Art expressed interest in buying his work. Or half of it, anyway.


I don’t know anything about it, but now I have to find out, because it seems that the responsibility for the breakup of The Migration Series–the first instance of what Triple Candie calls the work’s “Ongoing Bastardization”–rests squarely with the Modern’s offer to buy only half the panels.


Triple Candie’s press release for the show has some tantalizing information, but it’s all embedded in a giant, un-indexable web graphic. So I’ve retyped it below, as it appears on the TC site, just to get it out there more. Hope that’s alright.


[2013 update: TC’s website looks to have gone offline this year, though it’s still in the Internet Archive. Glad I got this when I did.
2020 update: Triple Candie lives on, in various project forms and online, cf., a page about this show.]

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Last Days Of Disco Balls

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Rhonda Lieberman on the opening of Helmut Lang’s exhibition, “Next Ever After,” at the Journal Gallery in Williamsburg:

If a New Yorker cartoon had to sketch a perfectly “hip” awkward situation, they couldn’t have done a better job: a bunch of not particularly friendly people lurking around a fallen disco ball in a space too small for them not to feel conspicuous. It was fabulous.

Nearly two weeks ago, the Times’ Horacio Silva had described the disco ball as “found,” which has had me envisioning a world of perpetual morning-after, littered with disco balls, where the main activity consisted of squinting at the unexpected sunlight and picking glitter out of each other’s hair like a troop of overdressed baboons.
Or not. It turns out the ball was from Lang’s boutique, which makes it as “found” as one’s car. And it had been left outside “on Long Island,” the slightly too self-conscious, “a little school in Boston” way of saying “the Hamptons.”
Which completely changes the question of the disco ball from, “Where the hell’d he find it?” to “why the hell’d he keep it?” A dazzling symbol sentimentally yet unceremoniously hauled out and dumped on an 18-acre beachfront estate in East Hampton and left to weather away in over-fabulous isolation. With a 4-foot disco ball in tow. [ba dum bum.]
Lang didn’t make the Brooklyn opening. As his assistant told Lieberman, the artist was “on Long Island.” Just like, Lieberman did not add, Brooklyn itself.
Ball Drop [artforum]
Now Hanging [sic]: Helmut Lang’s Artwork [nyt]
The Journal No. 21 contains an interview with Lang by Neville Wakefield [thejrnl.com]
Previously: Miuccia Pravda

An Object Tossed Back And Forth From One Country To Another

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Though my reflex was to read David Antin’s Artforum review of Lawrence Weiner’s Whitney retrospective as a bit of an overshare:

…these readings are as slippery as rain and evaporate fairly quickly. Take [a 1962 work] “an object tossed from one country to another.” In 1962 it could have read as an ironic invitation to think of the Cuban Missile Crisis. Now it could suggest a case of extreme rendition—a Canadian citizen kidnapped by the CIA and flown to Syria for torturing. But “tossed” is a casual term, unlike “hurled,” and less energetic or violent even than “thrown.” So perhaps the most meaningful reading would invoke this casualness more directly, even while taking into account the relation between countries, for which the passage of anything from one to another almost immediately suggests borders and contraband and anything-but-casual concerns with immigration.

you gotta love any story that involves Weiner and Joseph Kosuth and Conceptual champion Seth Seigelaub dropping by a California border town for lunch and Marlboro-tossing.
And yet I can’t resist making my own thoroughly subjective associations–like Border Volleyball.
Last summer, Brent Hoff, the editor of Wholphin, McSweeney’s DVD magazine, packed up some friends and a ball and headed for a pick-up game of volleyball at the mouth of the Tijuana River, which empties into the Pacific at the US-Mexico border.
For an hour or so, Hoff and Joshuah Bearman played volleyball across the 30-foot border fence with Jerry and Larry. Bearman wrote about the trip for LA Weekly last summer, but I found the documentary short on Wholphin #3.
I’ve been late to the Wholphin game, partly on purpose; though it involved work by some of my own filmmaker mancrushes [David Russell, Alexander Payne], I felt the need to resist McSweeney’s fanboy syndrome. I should’ve given in earlier. After watching through all the Wholphin issues to date the last few months, I’m quietly blown away, even though there’s nothing that feels particularly essential [one exception, just a minute].
Short films are like that; they’re a take it or leave it medium that’s so inconsequential, even a maker of short films has to wonder what the point is sometimes [ahem]. And yet, Wholphin makes shorts feel organic, logical, and enjoyable. Some of the best moments are actually in between the films: the navigation menus and transitions are all microshorts and unusual footage, programmed in a way that makes you want to explore, as opposed to all the overproduced studio DVD navigation which inevitably feels like it’s keeping you from what you want to do, which is just watch the damn movie.
Anyway, after buying all the back issues, I’m caught up, and now I’m a Wholphin subscriber, and I’d be happy to suggest you should be, too.
But about that essential DVD content: Wholphin Nos. 2-4 each include, on a separate DVD, the three parts of Adam Curtis’s mindblowing documentary, made for the BBC in 2004, The Power of Nightmares. Curtis traces the parallel, intertwined rise of militantly conservative Islam and emergence of Al Qaeda and the American Neo-conservative movement which, he argues, dishonestly supports and exploits the existence of an Islamist Threat to further its own political and ideological ends. It’s a cogent and disturbing read of history–and the present–that Americans should be aware of, not only because it’s so full of dots that remain unconnected in our country’s mainstream analysis, but because those dots aren’t even in the picture our over-consolidated media provides.
Lawrence Weiner at the Whitney through Feb. 10 [artforum]
Check out Wholphin overall or just a clip of Walleyball [wholphindvd.com]
Joshuah Bearman’s LA Weekly account of the game and the making of the short [laweekly]

1600 For Men: Presidential Prestige Bath Products For Men

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There’s nothing I can say that isn’t already said by the licensee:

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From fine cologne to moisturizing body wash to fabulous Kits on the Go this line of products was created to please the senses on every level. Our 1600 for Men® signature scent is crisp, cool and masculine created for “The Man” of the house.

Except for the TSA Toiletry Travel Kit, everything in the 1600 for Men collection is a “power” product. And except for the Presidential Power Robe, all the products are “powerfully presented”:

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  • Power Shower Basket, powerfully presented in our sturdy metal basket
  • Power Lotion, powerfully presented in our unique, bell-shaped bottle
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  • Presidential Power Robe
    The deal for 1600 for Men was apparently arranged last year by the Secret Service’s licensing agent in California. 15% of retail sales goes to charities and families of Secret Service personnel. 1600 for Men is available online and in The White House Gift Shop at the National Press Club building in Washington DC.

  • The NY Times’ 53 Places It’s Safe For Your Folks From Scarsdale To Visit In 2008

    re: The 53 Places to Go in 2008
    I was intrigued as the next guy by the list of 53 Places we’re supposed to go in 2008, then I realized that almost without exception, the “reason” to go is the opening at long last of that destination’s first “luxury” accommodations. Which seems about the dumbest reason I can think of for choosing where to travel.
    I started pulling out all the quotes, Zagat-style, but I got so bored, I quit around 40. You get the idea, though. And you have to admit, those exceptions are rather awesome: who needs an Aman Resort when you have “flower bloggers” and “death squads”?

  • 1 Laos: “luxury teak houseboats”; “seriously upscale Residence”
  • 2 Lisbon: “style-savvy”; “avant-garde status”
  • 3 Tunisia: “undergoing a Morocco-like luxury makeover”; “stylish boutique hotels”; “increasing numbers of well-heeled travelers”
  • 4 Mauritius: “Four Seasons resort”
  • 5 Mid-Beach, Miami: “faded glitterati hangouts” with “multimillion-dollar renovations”; “a Mid-Beach outpost of the members-only Soho House”
  • 6 South Beach, Miami: “red carpet of designer hotels”
  • 7 Maldives: “high-end hotels expected to open next year”; 50 villas “allowing guests to observe the rich marine life while still lying in bed.”
  • 8 Death Valley: “flower bloggers already speculating about a dazzling spring bloom”
  • 9 Courchevel: “ultra-exclusive”; billionaires fuel the “consumption of Cristal jeroboams and high-ticket hotels”; “sumptuous”; “rustic-chic apartments”
  • 10 Libya: “luxury hotels and golf courses are planned”
  • 11 Hvar: “a new Riviera”; “fills with yachts”
  • 12 Puerto Vallarta: “some dozen gay-friendly hotels”; “a glut of bars and clubs”
  • 13 Sylt: “the ‘Hamptons of Germany'”
  • 14 Prague: “youth hostels are being squeezed by luxe hotels”
  • 15 Quito: “a crop of upscale hotels has arrived”
  • 16 Liverpool: more “than just the Beatles”
  • 17 Munich: “hybrid Mercedes-Benz taxis”; “cushy living”; “posh new hotel”
  • 18 Iran: “luxury cruise liner”
  • 19 Tuscany: “the nine-hole course covers 247 acres”
  • 20 Anguilla: “Just when you thought the Caribbean island of Anguilla couldn’t get any fancier”; “172 luxury accommodations”; “3,200 feet of private waterfront”
  • 21 Bogota: “remembered for its death squads”
  • 22 Playa Blanca, Panama: “tres chic beach club”; “‘sexiest project in Panama'”
  • 23 Alexandria: “upscale cafes”
  • 24 Mazatlan: “a half-dozen resorts are now in the works”
  • 25 St Lucia: “upscale progress marches on”; “eco-hedonistic resorts”; “private jet terminal”
  • 26 Oslo: “one of the world’s most expensive cities”; “two new design hotels”
  • 27 Buenos Aires: “the first five-star gay hotel in Latin America”; “bohemian-chic”
  • 28 Rimini, Italy: “Italy’s bling party capital”; “style-conscious”; “raging club scene, cool boites and designer hotels”
  • 29 Malawi: “luxury lodge”
  • 30 Roatan: “waking up with big plans”; “Westin Resort & Spa”
  • 31 Mozambique: “high-end lodges”; “luxurious tented bandas”
  • 32 Kuwait City; “a slate of opulent hotels”
  • 33 Verbier: “will get decidedly more upper class”
  • 34 Lombok: “other high-end hotels are on the way”
  • 35 Northwest Passage: “Notwithstanding last month’s sinking of an Antarctic cruise ship”
  • 36 Easter Island: “its first luxury resort”
  • 37 Virgin Gorda: “raising its profile” with “three villas measuring 8,000 square feet”
  • 38 Namibia: “the country is going eco-deluxe”; “stylish decor and matching rates”; “planning five luxury hotels”
  • Painting Was Not Dead: Manfred Kirchheimer’s Stations Of The Elevated

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    Wow. I can’t believe this was shot in 1977. Stations of the Elevated, Manfred Kirchheimer’s remarkable documentary–is art documentary a genre?–of New York City’s graffiti-saturated trains and their environs is a total throwback feast. The film puts graffiti into the larger context, contrasting the tagged-up trains with the visual cacophony of officially sanctioned paintings of the day: billboards. For 45 engrossing minutes, the lost texture of mid-70’s New York rolls by, accompanied by a Charles Mingus soundtrack.
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    A Washington Heights native who might’ve been expected to criticize the poor, non-white graf artists who moved into the neighborhood, Kirchheimer instead provides a sophisticated and persuasively sympathetic view of a visual language that challenged the corporate marketing machinery on its own terms: painting.
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    It’s ridiculous to say it out loud, but I’d forgotten that they used to paint billboards. It’s incredible how familiar yet utterly alien the advertising landscape of Stations is to 2007 eyes. Those billboards are stunning, as if the whole of the Bronx were painted by Mel Ramos.
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    As recently as 30 years ago, painting was not [just?] a twee, aesthete’s diversion, cloistered in the museum; it was a mass medium of daily communication. When graffiti artists took up their paint, it was the default medium of expression, not only in galleries, but right there along the tracks.
    Stations of the Elevated was screened at the 1981 NY Film Festival, and it’s been released before on VHS. According to a letter the filmmaker wrote to the NY Times last fall, Stations and a follow-up doc, Spray Masters were supposed to be released on DVD in the spring of 2007. So far, though, there’s nothing online.
    The entire film is on YouTube at the moment, chopped up into the Tube’s mandatory <10 minute segments. It's a great taste, but it'd be so worth it to get a clean transfer on DVD. Stations of the Elevated, in 5 parts [youtube, images, too]

    She’s No Lady, She’s My Brother

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    So Speed Racer gets to come out, but they stuff Larry Wachowski back in her closet?
    From USA Today, which has first look, very anime-looking stills from the film:

    The brothers Wachowski (The Matrix trilogy, V for Vendetta) take a crack at updating the cartoon with Speed Racer, which gets its first look here and whose trailer runs tonight on Entertainment Tonight.

    Jalopnik says the project comes from “The men behind The Matrix.”
    Indeed. And as of September, Fox News is reporting that Speed Racer producer Joel Silver says Larry is still Larry, and not Lana. Back to you, Ted.

    Tom diCillo Interviews Roger Ebert

    In an attempt to figure out why his well-reviewed film, Delirious, grossed only $200,000 at the box office–or rather, to figure out why a small, independent film is subjected to the same make-or-break Opening Weekend metrics as a studio blockbuster–Tom diCillo emailed Roger Ebert some questions:

    5. Does independent film exist anymore?
    Yes, barely. The irony is that indies are embraced at film festivals, which have almost become an alternative distribution channel. “Delirious,” for example, was invited by San Sebastian, Sundance, San Francisco, Seattle, Avignon, Munich and Karlovy Vary. All major festivals. But you didn’t make “Delirious” to sell tickets for festivals. I frankly think it’s time for festivals to give their entries a cut of the box office.

    With the acknowledgement that festivals are a business–or at least have an economic, not just a cultural, value proposition–and that they function alongside commercial screens as a part of the theatrical distribution channel, Ebert is righter than it sounds like he knows.
    Shifts in the way theaters make money–specifically, the split between the studio/distributor and the theater on opening weekend vs later weeks–have combined with the overbuilt glut of screens–and screens per multiplex–to constrain theater owners. They need tons of traffic to generate concession sales, since the studio gets the lion’s share of opening weekend receipts. So they fill their screens with the latest releases, pushing smaller and independent films out.
    The maturation and consolidation of non-mainstream theaters, too, means that actual independents constistently lose screens to the products of the mini-majors.
    For the moment, theatrical runs are still apparently important to securing a film’s success in the DVD sellthrough and rental markets, but maybe there’s a way to change this. The potential returns from DVD’s could become key to profitability, especially if there were ways to better leverage a limited theatrical run or decouple DVD’s and box office entirely, or if there were a way to capitalize on festival exposure. I think of the way bands burn and sell live concert CD’s on the spot or online. If festivals are dispersed enough, there would be next to no downside for selling DVD’s of a film, maybe coupled with festival extras like the director Q&A as part of a ticket package.
    diCillo may be a bit of a stretch, but I could picture directors with healthy online followings–from Mike Mills on the quiet end to Kevin Smith in the food court–reaching a decent sell-through audience. Then let MySpace fill in the rest. Or maybe get a blog.
    An indie director asks: Is the whole thing a Kafkaesque nightmare? [suntimes via kottke]

    On The Table: Buckminster Fuller Chandelier

    Buckminster Fuller wha?
    It was the photo caption in the photo spread of the Foreign Office Architects country house project in the November 2007 World of Interiors on the coffee table. I snapped a quick phonecam photo, thinking I’d look it up later and find some random product Fuller had licensed, and then I’d pick one up on eBay some day, but no. Oh, no.
    Now I have to track down this one, the only one, a wedding present of some renown.
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    From Maggs, the rare books and art dealer who apparently sold the Margaret/Snowdon Fuller Chandelier some time in the Internet era [I’m guessing around 2004] to its current owner [an art dealer, so there’s hope, at least]:

    Designed by Buckminster Fuller, and made by James & Gill Meller as a wedding present for Princess Margaret and Lord Snowdon.
    A basketweave geodesic sphere, of perspex (aka lucite) prisms wired together with steel fishing line, served with crimps and electrical terminals, the crimps threaded into cut out venturi.
    89 cm in diameter, just over ten kilograms in weight.
    Attractive and practical [!?], this is a unique three-dimensional souvenir of the great maverick philosopher-inventor Fuller and a remarkable manifestation of a period when Britain, against the odds, embraced and integrated the ideas of this most awkward and inspirational member of the American avant-garde into a new school of radical architecture…

    Snowdon, it will be remembered–or in my case, learned–collaborated with Fuller supporter Cedric Price and the engineer Frank Newby on the tensile architecture of the London Zoo aviary. Architect James Meller built the thing with prisms “from The Perspex Shop” and “eighty pound plastic-coated trace wire) and crimps from Farlows in St. James’.”

    Geometrically speaking the sphere is a truncation of a truncated icosahedron, a form which results in a polyhedron with 12 pentagons, 20 hexagons, 60 triangles, 90 vertices, and 180 edges. It works tremendously well as a chandelier, as the Perspex components function as refracting prisms and produce subtle rainbow coloured patterns. It is currently suspended on a simple rope harness, with no light source supplied.

    Or at least it was. Now it’s sitting on a table in what used to be the cheesemaker’s living room. If anyone has a fuller [heh] image of the chandelier, I’d love to see it. And if you have a royal, hand-wired, geodesic chandelier you’ve grown weary of, do call.
    A ? THE! A Geodesic Chandelier [maggs.com]