Hollywood Photographer Edward S. Curtis

two indigenous kwakiutl men sit in traditional clothing on the floor of a lodge surrounded by objects, including a small white faced analog clock on the floor between them. a 1911 photo by edward curtis
Little Plume (R) and his son Yellow Kidney (L), in their lodge with an analog clock, 1911. Curtis removed the clock from published versions of the photo. via wikimedia

The general contours of Edward S. Curtis’s decades-long struggle to produce his 20-volume photographic epic, The North American Indian, are not the issue, though much of the details hit differently now than they did when I was a dewy-eyed child. This 2012 Smithsonian article does a fine job of laying out the top-line WTFs, like destroying his glass negatives to keep his wife from getting them in the divorce. And selling his $75,000 Kwakiutl restaged documentary to the American Museum of Natural History for $1,000 during WWI.

But what I was not prepared for Curtis’s Hollywood era.

In 1920, a broke 52-yo Curtis moved to Los Angeles, where he shot celebrity portraits, and took promotional film stills for his friend Cecil B. de Mille. Here is a hand-colored portrait of Anna May Wong, which sold at Christie’s in 2002.

a studio portrait of a tall, thin, asian woman with a short dark bob, one hand behind her, the other raised to her chin. she wears a tight gown that is arranged on the floor around her in a large, fringed circle. the photo is black and white, but the dress has been hand painted red. the woman is anna may wong, a famous 1920s actress, and the photographer was edward curtis
Edward S. Curtis, Anna May Wong, 1920s, hand-colored gelatin silver print, 16 3/8 x 12 1/4 in., via Christie’s [s/o Nothings Monstered on bsky]

Here is one of seventeen film stills from de Mille’s The Ten Commandments (1923) in the collection of the California Historical Society.

a blue toned photo of four men on the set of the ten commandments in 1923. two are in modern clothing, the director and cinematographer, i think, and pharaoh is seated, with ridiculous curled elf slippers, while moses is wigged out like gandalf on the right. the photo was taken by edward s curtis.
I don’t know who that Barry Diller-looking guy is blocking him, but Charles DeRoche, who played Rameses, clearly did not have final edit on this photo. Also DeMille and Theodore Roberts as Moses. photo: Edward S. Curtis, via CHS

This is the only one that has the filmmaker in it; the rest are all posed or captured moments of the world of the film. But this one, too, of course, feels staged.

Curtis may have dismissed his commercial and commissioned work, but it still embodies his process, techniques, and aesthetic choices. Curtis has been criticized for his staging and manipulation of his North American Indian images, for the romanticization and exoticizing of his subjects, and for ignoring the active oppression and cultural violence Indigenous people were experiencing throughout his project.

The Hollywood work feels like a perfect lens for recognizing what’s going on in photographs, Curtis’s or otherwise.

If I had a nickel for every time an early 20th century photographer deleted a small alarm clock in order to make their pre-modern point, I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s strange that it’s happened twice. [greg.org]

Dali Skull, Uklanski Skull

fascist bootlicker salvador dali sits in a top hat and tails in the lower left corner of this portrait photographed by philippe halsman, while on the right side, seven nude white women sit, lay, and contort to form a a human skull that fills the right half of the image. circa 1951, this later print is less dark than the mass edition, and is from john koch gallery.
Philippe Halsman, Dalí Skull, originally titled, In Voluptas Mors, 1951, this print before 1976, on 14×11 in. sheet, via John Koch Gallery

In 1951 Philippe Halsman had seven nude women sit in the form of a human skull for a portrait he made of fascist cuddlebuddy Salvador Dalí. One of those women, the one seated on the center left, I believe, was Olga Bogach, who I happened to interview in 2007, at the encouragement of some relatives were looking to buy her apartment.

I later edited the interview and uploaded it to YouTube, where it sits quietly to this day. I just watched it again, though, and do like the fascinating story, of course, but also the moral nuances that pop up throughout. As Joan Didion did not say, we tell ourselves stories in order to sell our co-ops.

[The apartment deal didn’t happen for several nontrivial reasons, not the least of which was Olga’s complicated relationship with the co-op board, some of whom, it sometimes seemed, were thwarting a sale in order to get her apartment for themselves, on the cheap. But that is like five tangents from here.]

a black and white photo by piotr uklanski of seven white people, nude, arranged in the form of a human skull, with the artist at the center in an oddly christ on the cross-like pose. unlike salvador dali's version which inspired it, piotr's skull has three men in it (including him). they're still all white tho. anyway, selling at sothebys oct 2025
Piotr Uklanski, Untitled (Skull), 2000, gelatin silver print, 14 x 11 in., ed. 14/20, selling rn at Sotheby’s

The Halsman/Dalî connection was a surprise, because Piotr Uklanski’s own co-ed, self-portrait re-creation, Untitled (Skull) (2000), was an inadvertent guest at our wedding. Or at least the wedding party we had at Passerby, that overflowed into Gavin Brown’s Enterprise while Piotr’s show was on. Except for a sculpture that was a puddle of water in the center of the floor, which we mopped up, the rest of the show stayed. On one wall behind the dessert table was a giant, framed photo of Mt Vesuvius. But mounted on the main wall was a life-sized version of Untitled (Skull). Piotr’s outstretched arms and placid face—and a tangle of torsos and asses—all blend perfectly into every. single. photo. And not even like the background; our photographer shot black & white, and it often really did feel like these folks were right there, celebrating with us.

One of the few prints to turn up from the much smaller (14 x 11 in.) edition is finishing at Sotheby’s as I type this. It was great to see it again, and for a minute I did think of going for it. But then I figured, nah, let someone else have a chance; besides, we have like 300 pictures of it already.

Olga of 67th St (2009), the Halsman’s about 11:00 in, if you’re antsy [youtube]
1 Oct 2025, Lot 942: Piotr Uklanski, Untitled (Skull), est. $2-3,000, sold for $6,350, I lost [sothebys]

Le Pierre Embrassé de Cherbourg

in august 2025 the white marble gravestone of jacques demy and agnes avarda is surrounded by green vines, interwoven with fake flowers, and a string of prayer flags reaches out from the top to the right edge of the image. the gravestone is covered with red lipstick marks and doodles. the grave in front is covered with dead flowers, pine cones, and potatoes, a reference to varda's last good film that didn't involve jr, les glaneurs et la glaneuse.

Well the most popular grave in the Cimitière de Montparnasse is not Chaïm Soutine’s, Samuel Beckett’s, or even Jean-Paul Sartre & Simone de Beauvoir’s—though they’re close. It’s Jacques Demy and Agnès Varda’s.

And while the gleaned potatoes and pine cones and even the prayer flags are chill, I cannot get past the number of people who kiss the headstone with big cheesy red lips, or write on it with lipstick.

It reminds me of the woman who kissed the Twombly in Avignon, who was like, I couldn’t control myself, it’s an act of love. And honestly, people should be able to control themselves at least this much.

A Portrait of A Mayor As A Young Man

salman toor's sketchy study of a portrait of 14-yo zohran mamdani has messy dark brown and black hair, deep eyes with a serious expression, and a lot of the surrounding image left uncomplete. it is in a wide flat black wood frame on a shelf, next to a tiny painted figurine of some kind, in a photo posted on insta by amitav ghosh
Salman Toor, Portrait of Zohran Mamdani, 2007, collection: his parents, image: IG/Amitav Ghosh

In 2007 Salman Toor was a 24-yo student at Pratt when he made this portrait of Zohran Mamdani, who was then 14. Amitav Ghosh posted the pic on instagram after Mamdani’s victory in the Democratic mayoral primary in NYC, which he celebrate with Mamdani’s parents, Mahmood Mamdani and filmmaker Mira Nair.

From Artsy’s report, it sounds like the study was created in preparation of a larger family portrait. Toor is asked to do the corny thing of seeing the future in this portrait. Inshallah he wins, of course, but I do not go for this portraiture sorcery.

On the other hand, if you were to ask me if this looks like the portrait of a kid who told his mother to reject the offer to direct a Harry Potter movie and instead keep working on adapting a Jhumpa Lahiri novel about grieving over the loss of a far away family member, I would say “Absolutely, nailed it, 1000%.”

The Caretakers of Walter De Maria at Dia

Dia has released a video about Walter de Maria and his work there. It’s specific in many interesting ways. If someone is polishing the top of Vertical Earth Kilometer in Kassel, we don’t hear about it, but there are interviews with the longtime caretakers of Dia’s permanent De Maria installations in the US: Bill Dilworth (New York Earth Room); Patti Dilworth (Broken Kilometer) and Robert Weathers (Lightning Field). Bill Dillworth died in December 2024, and the project is dedicated to his memory. [h/t Chris Nanos]

Related, somehow not previously: In 2023 Jeffrey Weiss wrote about the history, changes, and poetics of De Maria’s Earth Room after it had been removed, renovated, and remade. HVAC and new windows substantively changed the character of the work and the visitor’s sensory experience of it. But the implications extend far beyond questions of aroma, humidity, or ambient sound, toward permanence, aesthetic and the nature of the art experience.

[later that day update]: @octavio-world’s post adds new context: the Dilworths both left/retired in 2023, after the renovation/alteration, and were replaced by a rotation of minimum wage workers. So while extolling both the primacy of the physical experience of De Maria’s works, and listening to the singular people who have experienced it, that connection was broken. I mean, yay oral history, but that feels like an important thing to have omitted from the story, especially when it makes it sound like a memento mori and not a corporate/conservatorial decision.

[update: I’d had the Dilworths’ name spelled right, then I changed it after doublechecking a quote, and seeing it spelled wrong in the video captions. I’ve changed it back. Dia could do the same. Thanks for the correction.]

Yes, Tumblr, I Am Interested

in a darkening evening street, joaquin phoenix's white loser character in spike jonze's her (2013) sits on a low wall, hands clasped, leaning forward, looking kind of sad or like a loser as people walk in front of him, oblivious. a giant screen behind him, and walls of video monitors on either side of that, like in a tv store, all show the same slow-mo stock footage clip of a horned owl swooping down, wings extended, talons out and pointed right, it turns out, at phoenix's back. for me this happens infinitely because i only know this scene from an animated gif created on tumblr by bladesrunner
Screencap from Spike Jonze’s Her (2013), from a gif by @bladesrunner

Imagine an internet retail revolution that not only created online shopping, but that brought digital shopping into the physical world. The mp3 store. The gaming store. The stock footage store.

a closeup video of a horned owl with red eyes against a blurry grassy background, with an istockvideo watermark, fills the letterbox-dimensioned screen on the wall of the matthew marks gallery in 2019. it is a 2010 work by sturtevant.
Sturtevant, Simulacra, 2010, single channel 16:9 video, installation view at Matthew Marks, 2022

The stock footage store.

Imagine a bustling day in 2009 or ’10 at the iStockVideo store in Paris, in the old BHV, the department store where Duchamp bought his readymades. Under the high ceiling a long table arrayed with great horned owl footage. A chic but cantankerous Sturtevant and a cheery, slightly sheepish Spike Jonze both rummaging through the tablets, realizing each other’s presence when the reach for the same clip. They look up, Jonze smiles, says, “Pardon” in his downtown French, and pulls back his hand. He casually peruses his way to another clip.

a darkened gallery is lit from the left side, and also from a wall of at least 14 flatscreens, stacked two high, on the far wall, all with the same istockvideo loop of a horned owl with red eyes and a blurred grass background, a sturtevant installation in 2019 at Freedman Fitzpatrick
Installation view of Simulacra, 2010, from Sturtevant: Memes, at Freedman Fitzpatrick, 2019, via CAD

Imagine in that world, as in ours, Sturtevant opens a show at the Serpentine in 2013. Spike Jonze’s Her, 2013, was released in France on March 19, 2014, and Sturtevant died on May 7. Imagine this 89 year old Deleuzian, in what would be the last few weeks of her life, going to the cinema to see the movie about the guy in love with his bot. In that world, as in ours, she just opened a show at the Serpentine with a video wall of owl footage. She sees this scene of Joaquin Phoenix on the sidewalk.

installation view of a sturtevant show at the serpentine gallery in 2013 includes a reverse pyramid of nine flatscreens, all showing an istockvideo clip of a horned owl headshot. on the right wall is a diptych of sturtevant marilyns, one square grid of marilyns in color, abutting another square grid of marilyns in black on white.
installation view of Rock & Roll Simulacra, Act 3 (2013) in Leaps Jumps & Bumps, 2013 at the Serpentine Galleries, image: Jerry Hardman-Jones

Does she then remember that fleeting encounter, years earlier, at the owl clip shop? Is the question I’d rather consider than the one this world has presented me when tumblr’s algorithm presented this gif to me because it thought I “looked interested.”

Pausing The Pod for Neptune Frost

I’ve been working my way back through David Naimon’s Between the Covers, and was listening to a 2023 conversation about translation and African language with Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, when I had to pause the pod’ for Neptune Frost. The 2021 Afrofuturist musical was made in Rwanda by Saul Williams and Anisia Uzeyman in February & March 2020, escaping a global pandemic shutdown by four days, like the Deathstar plans leaving Scarif.

The 2022 US trailer from Kino Lorber is kind of choppy, and more about the film’s critical reception, while the earlier, 2021 Directors’ Fortnight trailer gives more of a sense of the film’s atmosphere.

Uzeyman and Williams’ conversation with Eugene Hernandez at the 2021 NYFF gives a sense of the project’s origin, their artistic influences, and the euphoria of pulling it all off.

Nobody Expects The Roma Deposition

this altered version of Caravaggio's Deposition from the Vatican Museums in Roma is a cascade of mourning figures holding or looming over the dead but still absolutely caked up body of Our Lord, with an outsized clipped version of Richard Prince's under-oath face roughly pasted onto the main figure in the center, the one who is holding Jesus, but, importantly, also looking straight at the viewer. Obviously, since this is a picture about Prince's deposition in a lawsuit, the so-called correct thing would be to paste his face on Jesus's, and in less apocalyptic times, I might have, but [looks at the world] I'm not taking that chance rn

For a brief shining moment in 2023, a website called depositionrow.com hosted the entire 6h42m42s video of Richard Prince’s deposition in the copyright infringement lawsuit over his Instagram New Portraits. And then it was gone.

Well, now you can watch it again. Starting today, it is playing on a computer on a table in a Janis Kounellis installation at Sant’Andrea di Scaphis in Rome, Gavin Brown’s deconsecrated side hustle. What are you waiting for?

[apr 30 update]: there is video now, it really is like this for six hours.

prev: The Second Deposition of Richard Prince, 2023

Jasper Johns: Take An Object, Add Some Little Guys To It

a close up film frame grab of jasper johns touching up the corners of a copper intaglio plate sitting on a white worktable at ulae. the horizontal rectangular plate features three stick figures holding brushes, a motif johns first used 7 years earlier. via hans namuth and judith weschler's 1990 film, jasper johns: take an object
Johns adding these little figures in Namuth & Weschler’s 1990 film, Jasper Johns: Take An Object

“I thought to add these little figures, which appear in a different drawing of mine, an old drawing. They’re in the bottom of Perilous Night, for John Cage.”

Oh hey, look, it’s Jasper Johns in 1989 discussing the addition of his little stick figures to another work for what sounds like the first time since he used them in 1982.

jasper johns 1990 print, the seasons, is a jumble of elements from his painting series of the same name, rearranged into an interlocked cross form, with three tiny stick figures appended to the bottom.
And little guys: Jasper Johns, The Seasons (ULAE 0249), 1990, intaglio, 50 1/4 x 44 1/2 in., ed. 50

Johns is talking to filmmaker Judith Weschler, who produced Jasper Johns: Take An Object with photographer Hans Namuth in 1990. The short film is bracketed by two extended scenes of Johns at work: in 1972, painting in his own studio, and in 1989, printmaking at ULAE.

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Unfinished, Lost, Destroyed

a blurry 16mm film still of a crowd of pink people half dressed in pink, assembled atop a hexagonal platform draped with pink fabric and decorated around the edge with white, a sculpture of a birthday cake by claes and peggy oldenburg, who are on the cake with andy warhol and others, in a meadow of a farm in connecticut, shooting a film by jack smith. a thick wall of green trees is behind them. via callie angell and the jack smith archive, ultimately

In Summer 1963, amidst the scandals and arrests that marked the earliest screenings of Flaming Creatures, avant-garde filmmaker Jack Smith was already at work on his second movie, Normal Love. Andy Warhol, who’d just bought his first movie camera, was filming the first rolls of Sleep at his dealer Eleanor Ward’s rented farm in Old Lyme, Connecticut.

On the weekend of 11 August, Jack Smith and the cast of his new feature film-in-progress, Normal Love, also turned up [in Old Lyme]; they were there to film the Cake Sequence from Normal Love, in which the cast dances on top of a giant wooden birthday cake designed by Claes Oldenburg, which they constructed in a meadow on Ward’s property (figure 1). Warhol appeared in the Cake Sequence of Normal Love. that’s him on the right (figure 2), in the dark glasses; on the left, you can see poet Diane di Prima, in the turban, and Mario Montez to her right. And he also shot one of his very first films of this event, a four-minute silent color reel titled Andy Warhol Films Jack Smith Filming “Normal Love,” probably on the same day.

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Twombly Cinematic Universe

this sally mann photo of cy twombly's studio is from 2011, probably. a densely calligraphed white on deep blue painting sits in a thick, old carved giltwood frame on a dark easel, next to a work table cluttered with mail, books, posters, acrylic paint jars, and a five-tiered square wedding cake of a twombly sculpture made out of white boxes with what looks like a caketopper-like figure in a chair, but is probably a blob of plaster-soaked rag. on one of the plinths of the sculpture rests a black an dwhite polaroid photo. two thin stalk-like sculpture elemtns rise behind the table, and the whole scene is blown out and backlit by the light coming through the thin accordion style blinds in the background. sally mann is a professional photographer so this is an artistic choice. it's not like she was going to tell twombly to relight or restage his studio. we're lucky to have this
Sally Mann photo of Cy Twombly’s Lexington Studio from Remembered Light

Looked through Remembered Light: Cy Twombly in Lexington, Sally Mann’s 2016 book of photos of Twombly’s places, for the first time the other day, and saw this. A perfect little painting in a fat, baroque giltwood frame in his cluttered storefront studio.

But this is not just any perfect painting. [I don’t actually know what painting it is, tbh.] I just know it was a major plot [sic] in Tacita Dean’s 2011 film, Edwin Parker.

a 12yo detail of a screenshot from tacita dean's 2011 film edwin parker is the interior of twombly's cluttered studio, where twombly, his back to the camera and wearing a camel colored corduroy jacket, is standing in front of a red green orange and black swagged painting which he's trying to reset in an old, carved giltwood frame sitting on an easel. A white guy in workwear and a baseball hat, twombly's driver and local assistant in lexington virginia whose name is literally butch, like, butch is his name, is standing to the left, not quite helping, but trying to be ready to help with some tape or whatever. a yellow measuring stick has been inserted behind the painting to wedge it into the frame, by nicola del roscio, twombly's companion or whatever, who understood that on the easel, there was nothing holding the painting in place.

Maybe plot is a little strong. In her quiet, attentive film Dean doesn’t follow Twombly around so much as just be where he is, and observe. And for most of the film, he’s in this little studio. The first action or narrative drama, such as it is, involves a painting that has fallen out of this picture frame, and Twombly tries to fix it. The two men with him—first, Butch, his local assistant, and then Nicola Del Roscio—alternately hover and jump in to help with tape and a tape measure.

a screenshot from tacita dean's 2011 film edwin parker which shows twombly's storefront studio after the three men have gone outside, on their way to lunch. the jury-rigged painting with the tape measure sticking out is in the center right middle ground. the clutter of a table, with books and boxes and bags and the tiny head of a porcelain frog from a yard sale are out of focus in the lower foreground. a couple of white painted sculptures or sculptures in progress stick up like lone buildings in this messy skyline. the pleated accordion shades probably bought at walmart are down, the light is better than sally mann's photo, at least stereotypically better.
detail of a screenshot from Tacita Dean’s Edwin Parker, 2011

When I had a review copy of Edwin Parker like ten years ago, I got kind of fixated on this painting, wondering what it was, where it was, and taking grainy screencaps so that I could track it down.

When the Hirshhorn was wrapped in his giant curtained scrim, the swag and slightly lurid colors made me worry Twombly’s painting was by Nicholas Party. When I was making Facsimile Objects about inaccessible Dürers in German museums, I wondered if it was the freely painted verso of something more mundane.

a google streetview screenshot of the back of a durer painting in the state museum in karlsruhe, germany, which is mounted on a white pedestal in a black and gold edged frame. the back of the painted panel is swirling red green pink blue, pale yellow, interpreted as a slice of agate, and I forget what's on the front. some devotional image of jesus [love him, don't get me wrong, but not the point rn] the gallery floor dominates the image; it is strip wood. the walls are pale grey with a dark grey stone baseboard. google streetview cruft and ui elements abound obv
gsv of a Dürer in Karlsruhe, via

Later in the film, Del Roscio is holding the blue & white painting up top, flipping it around, as Twombly says it’ll fit in the frame. It looks like it’s related to the series of paintings Twombly made for the Louvre in 2008, as part of his ceiling deal.

a woman in a black hijab walks with her phone outstretched, presumably filming or photographing as she walk along a series of cy twombly paintings on the white wall of the louvre abu dhabi. the paintings are vertical, larger than human scale, in deep dark blue with loose, thick gestural calligraphic loops and rows of marks in white. the nine paintings were bought by the louvre for the louvre abu dhabi, and then the louvre in paris had twombly make a blue ceiling mural for them. the image originally comes from cnn
installation view of Cy Twombly’s Untitled I–IX, 2008, at the Louvre Abu Dhabi, screenshot via CNN

So the plot, such as it is, involves the swapping out of one painting for another. Technically, this climax does not happen in Edwin Parker; Del Roscio is only shown setting the little painting carefully against the wall.

Whether that makes Mann’s photo a spoiler, a sequel, or just a post-credits teaser, I cannot say. All I know is now I have two little paintings to track down.

About That Robert Irwin Documentary

I watched the Robert Irwin documentary, A Desert of Pure Feeling, and it is good. [It is currently on Kanopy for free, support your local public library.]

Some things stand out:

Irwin’s mystical-sounding development of his pursuit of perception was fascinating: posting up on Ibiza and not talking to anyone for eight months? wandering around the desert or whatever, painting dots for 16 hours/day, 7 days/wk? But he was not, in fact, alone in that pursuit. Some art world context would have been more helpful than repeating his refusal to allow his work to be photographed.

The Whitney installation was nice, but it felt somehow confusing, which is weird because there was even a real reinstallation of it, with footage and everything. The filmmakers did somehow manage to shoot other phenomenological aspects of other installations coherently.

Evelyn Hankins, who curated Irwin’s spectacular Hirshhorn retrospective, was thoughtful and present—but that show was somehow not, at all.

Which, wtf, the MCA San Diego’s masterpiece, 1° 2° 3° 4°, was done dirty here. Is it the ultimate “you had to be there” Irwin? Except for the Chinati building, which took up the last third of the film?

The dynamics of shooting and interviewing around Marfa and Chinati was weird. Marriane Stockebrand, the inviter, I guess, was everywhere, but Jennie Moore, the director who dragged that project across the finish line was airkissed in one crowd shot? Maybe that is #chinatiworldproblems, I guess I’ll demur. The weird caginess over whether he’d attend the 2016 ribboncutting was eerie, too; it made it sound like he died in production. [Spoiler: he stuck around for seven more years.]

For a documentary about perception and reproduction, it did shoot Irwin’s own dot paintings immaculately. But the shimmering moiré of halftone dots and pixels during pans across archival photos was hilariously distracting.

Seeing Arne Glimcher as a producer both makes sense and raises some flags, but how is that any different from anything the Glimchers have done all this time? It is what it is.

For such a singular thinker, who’d done so much work on his own mind and being, maybe give the film a title that reflects something he said, not just something he quoted?

Destroyed Karen Kilimnik Painting

a karen kilimnik painting, very brushy, of a bust of model amber valletta, with blonde, straight, shoulder length hair looking intently to her left, wearing a black top, neckline plunging out of the frame, so the dominant feature of the painting is the model's pale pink and beige flesh. the eyes are painted with more detail. the background is several shades of blue, and according to chloe sevigny who bought it, they represent the flames of the title, The great hamptons fire. image via 303 gallery.
Destroyed: Karen Kilimnik, The Great Hamptons Fire, 1995, 24 x 18 in., 0il on canvas, via 303gallery

While promoting her personal style memoir published in 2015, Chlöe Sevigny told the story of how the first painting she bought, Karen Kilimnik’s The Great Hamptons Fire (1995) burned up in the second of two supposedly mysterious house fires of then-methhead writer/director Harmony Korine. Getting an unspun account of Y2k-era Korine and his fires has been difficult; by 2008, all he knew was, he woke up, and the house was gone [twice.] by 2019, the fires are just a line in Chris Black’s cute puff piece.

In her sadface emoji shoutout to Sevigny’s story—while blurbing Kilimnik’s current show at Gladstone—publicist Kaitlin Phillips linked to a scraped version of the story on a defunct Russian art dealer blog rather than to the original magazine. [Maybe because their image of the painting hadn’t disappeared.]

Anyway, the painting was in Kilimnik’s 1995 show at 303 Gallery, her third, which opened on Halloween, three months after Kids, and while the F/W95 Jil Sander campaign featuring Amber Valletta she’d based the painting on was still in print. The ICA show she loaned it to was called, “Belladonna,” a group show of women artists that opened in early 1997. In addition to Sevigny’s Kilimnik, Korine’s Connecticut fire destroyed the footage for Fight Harm, an in-process project where Harmony’d get the crap beat out of him by passersby, and Leo DiCaprio or David Blaine would film it. That pushes the date past 1999.

If we are to understand the story and the timeline, though, Sevigny either put the painting in Korine’s care before the first fire in New York, and left it with him, OR she gave it to him after he’d already burned down one house. All so that more people could see it, in Korine’s suburban drug den. I, too, am sad this beautiful early Kilimnik was destroyed, but it seems like Sevigny is leaving out some key aspects to this story.

Robert Medley’s Sebastiane, Or An Autobiographical Incident

filmmaker derek jarman sits on a sofa covered with purple velvet in the yellow painted living room of his cottage in 1989. he is white with black hair, wearing a denim shirt under a mushroom colored jacket. a book sits next to him on the sofa, and a large pale toned painting of a reclined nude white male figure with another male figure in a tunic in front of it, and sketched out crowds in the periphery. in the room, a plant sits on a low stool at the left, diamond pane cabinet windows inset into the wall on the right have a piece of driftwood studded with pebbles or something. the photo was taken for world of interiors magazine by john vere brown, and they have run it three times so far.
Derek Jarman at Prospect Cottage in Dungeness, in front of a painting by Robert Medley, photographed for World of Interiors in 1989 by John Vere Brown

The World of Interiors has run the same story about visiting Derek Jarman at Prospect Cottage three times: the first was in 1989. The second was in June 2019, and ngl, I can’t figure the hook. Jarman’s partner Keith Collins had died the year before, so the cottage was in limbo, but the Art Fund campaign to rescue it wouldn’t come until 2020. There was a restoration of The Garden (1990), and an exhibition of paintings he made at Dungeness that spring, but neither seems big enough. I just saw it trending in a sidebar, but it turns out the third time was last February, the 30th anniversary of Jarman’s death. So bless the editors and algorithms of World of Interiors, I guess.

What caught my attention was the large painting over Jarman’s sofa, in a style like none of his other works. Which makes sense, since it was not by Jarman, but by Robert Medley. The painting “is entitled Sebastiane, and is autobiographical in the sense that Robert was in the film of that name that Derek made in 1974.”

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Logistics in Reverse

a screenshot of logistics, a 2012 film that lasts 37 days, shows the bow of a ship with containers stacked variously in five rows, on a grey sea and under a lighter grey cloudy sky. two rain drops on the camera housing distort the light slightly.
screenshot from Part 5 of Logistics (2012), on YouTube

Logistics (2012) is a 37-day-long film by Erika Magnussen and Daniel Andersson that tracks in real time the route of a cheap, electronic pedometer from its warehouse in central Sweden back to its factory in Shenzhen. While it does answer the question of where the stuff in our world comes from, it is primarily concerned with how it gets to us, via truck, train, ports, and most of all, container ships.

Logistics first screened in Uppsala in 2012 and has streamed on various platforms, but since Spring 2024, it has been available on YouTube in 107 8-hour segments. It feels right at home.

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