Let’s Talk Art: “Rise and Fall of Apartheid: Photography and the Bureaucracy of Everyday Life” at the International Center of Photography

Last Thursday, as part of my new internship at ARTnews, I visited the International Center of Photography to take a look at its current exhibition, “Rise and Fall of Apartheid: Photography and the Bureaucracy of Everyday Life.”

Curated by Nigerian-born Okwui Enwezor, the show consists of over 70 photographers and nearly 500 photographs, films and publications, chronicling the affect of apartheid on everyday life in South Africa.

From ARTnews’s “Things Fall Apartheid”:

Exploring the way these images were created, circulated, and ultimately used as regime-changers is the mission of the show. “The role of photography in the struggle against apartheid is far larger than we can really imagine,” Enwezor says. “It became one of the most persuasive, instrumental, ideological tools.”

At a time when museums have been rethinking the way they present art from regions beyond traditional centers of power—a process Enwezor has pioneered and championed—the relatively small shadow cast by apartheid in the cultural sphere shows how much territory remains to be explored. “We see so many exhibitions on Europe and D-Day,” he says. “I want people to take away that there are multiple theaters of history.”

Peter Magubane is an extremely active photographer who placed himself in the line of fire numerous times and who was arrested on many occasions. Magubane does not identify himself as neither a photojournalist nor a “struggle photographer”; rather, he sees himself simply as a photographer, working to portray South African photography as moving from protest photography to a medium that depicted a culture that was more self-aware.

Magubane photographed the 1976 Soweto uprisings, led by black students who did not want Afrikaans established as their national language.

Peter Magubane, Soweto Riots, 16 June, 1976.

One of the most iconic photographs from the uprisings, shot by Sam Nzima, also hangs in the ICP:

Sam Nzima, Hector Pieterson, 16 June, 1976.

The photograph depicts the fatally-wounded, 13-year-old Hector Pieterson being carried by Mbuyisa Makhubo, an 18-year-old South African school boy. Hector’s 17-year-old sister Antoinette runs alongside them. The photograph has a striking resemblance to a Pièta scene.

Another photographer whose work is featured is Billy Monk, a white bouncer at the Catacombs, a whites-only club in Cape Town. Monk photographed his friends in their various states of inebriation during the night. Despite the festiveness and wildness of his images, his subjects’ behaviors speak of social fracture and racial segregation, presenting a very classist portrayal of life in South Africa under apartheid.

Billy Monk, “The Catacombs,” 6 November, 1968.

One of the most striking series is “The Transported of KwaNdebele,” shot by David Goldblatt. Expelled from their own homes and placed in a segregated area, these black South Africans were forced to endure up to eight-hour commutes to work. Some wrapped themselves in blankets in hope of catching some sleep; some cushioned their heads with foam plastic to protect themselves from injury due to the incredible bumpiness of the roads. While the images capture South Africans facing hardship and immense social fracture, they also depict their strength and self-pride in fighting to support themselves and their families.

David Goldblatt, The Transported of KwaNdebele series, 1983-84.

Some of my favorite photographs were of the Black Sash, a group of white, privileged women who protested apartheid. The women used “the relative safety of their privileged racial classification to speak out against the erosion of human rights in their country” (2005 Speech by Marcella Naidoo, National Director of the Black Sash). Their demonstrations were extremely performative: before heading to the streets, they would dress up in luxe threads (accompanying their striking black sashes) and coif their hair. One of the more striking aspects of these photographs that my museum guide discussed is the fact that when the protest signs enter the frame, people immediately cease to be mute, and the photographs function differently than if there was a lack of words.

© Gille de Vlieg and SAHA / South African History Archive: Jean Sinclair, founder member of Black Sash, Jan Smuts Ave., Johannesburg (1985)

The show also features a series of animated shorts by William Kentridge, “Drawings for Projection.” Kentridge’s process is extremely meticulous and painstaking: he draws, then films his drawings, then returns to the sketches and erases lines, then films again and repeats the process. His method, ultimately presenting a series of constantly moving lines on screen, is a creative mechanism for identifying social fracture and instability. Check out “Tide Table,” from 2003, below:

The show closes on Jan. 6, 2013, and I highly encourage you to drop by the ICP to examine the collection of images that shows the incredible achievements of an array of South African photographers.

Concert Recap: Jens Lekman @Terminal 5

Love, romance and Kirsten Dunst: Jens Lekman plays Terminal 5.

German vegetarian food in Berlin. Dandruff on a girl’s shoulder. Swastikas drawn in Kirsten Dunst’s cappuccinos. What do these three things have in common? Nothing, really, except for a 31-year-old Swedish songster who keeps falling in and out of love and wants only to find his right kind of romance.

Jens Lekman took the stage at Terminal 5 on Monday, Oct. 8, following the ethereal and soothing sounds of opener Taken By Trees, comprised of fellow Swedish singer-songwriter Victoria Bergsman and her band. Emerging quietly from the shadows as his keyboardist tapped out the opening notes of “Every Little Hair Knows Your Name,” Lekman gazed at the packed room from under the rim of his baseball cap and beamed widely as the crowd exploded with deafening cheers of pure bliss.

And that’s exactly what a Jens Lekman show is: an explosion of joy and a night of permanent smiling. The king of concert banter, Lekman rattled off reels of farcical — but true — anecdotes that inspired each song. One could not help but grin as he told his stories, ranging from conspiring to marry a friend to attain Australian citizenship to stalking Kirsten Dunst as she visited his hometown of Gothenburg to pretending to be his lesbian friend’s boyfriend as her father grilled him intensely.

Lekman sang of those who have had their hearts broken (“The End of the World is Bigger Than Love”) and of those who break hearts (“Some Dandruff on Your Shoulder”). But sung with his boyish charm and darling humor and accompanied by joyous instrumentation ranging from swelling baroque sounds to jazzy numbers to ABBA-esque disco jams, these overworked themes shed their typical sadness. As we’re bouncing and singing along to Lekman’s jovial tunes, we’re reminded of the absurdity of relationships, of the option to take something painful and turn it into a droll tale to share with others. Lekman transforms his crowd into a swarm of hopeless romantics, beckoning us to experience his rocky love life with him, but it’s still a journey brimming with energetic handclaps, snapping and galloping piano keys that can force even the most jaded New Yorker to groove a little.

And there’s never a dull moment with Lekman: whether he’s playing air xylophone at the end of “The Opposite of Hallelujah” — which could easily belong on a Belle and Sebastian album — or posing pensively for photographers or throwing an adorably pathetic pocketful of confetti at his audience, he catches our attention and runs with it.

Clearly a crowd-pleaser, this raconteur mostly played songs off of his latest album, “I Know What Love Isn’t,” but still incorporated old, fan favorites such as “Waiting for Kirsten” and “Sipping On the Sweet Nectar.” He commenced his three-song encore with everyone’s beloved, “A Postcard to Nina,” rousing an energetic sing-along.

As Lekman closed his show with solo performances, he offered to sing specific requests to anyone who found him in the crowd and said he would be in the city for a couple more days, if anyone would like to email him to hang out. With all his charm and graciousness, it’s no doubt he’ll be facing a full inbox. And with any luck, this self-labeled “potato chip factory boy” will be weaving new tracks about these adventures. One can only hope that he’ll return to New York City for another lively jamboree.

Introducing the Latest Endangered Species: Print Journalism

A Storify I wrote for my Investigating Journalism course. Thoughts on the transition from print to online news? Drop a comment!

  1. Enjoying a cup of coffee while reading the morning newspaper may soon be an activity of the past. With the rise of online news sources, broadcast news media and social media, traditional print journalism faces an uncertain future as newspapers and magazines are finding it increasingly difficult to maintain their readership.
  2. lunaszoke
    “The idea of the morning news is already under fairly significant pressure.” -#shirky #ijnyu #stb3
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:57:47
  3. Shirky himself contended that the death of print journalism is inevitable, as the digital world is advancing at an incredibly fast pace.
  4. d_polovets
    “I don’t think there is any hope for print.” #Shirky gives us numbers of how many newspapers and printing presses shut down #IJNYU #sagers
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:11:09
  5. KPMcGov
    #Shirky fundamentally believes print news dying isn’t necessarily a good thing, but is just happening. There is no stopping it. #IJNYU #ms2
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:56:33
  6. kellykhkim
    It is inevitable to slow down the transition of technology. #Shirky #IJNYU #ms2
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:31:17
  7. One of the biggest problems print journalism faces is the issue of gaining financial support. Gone are the days when most people paid to pick up their news from a newsstand. In a world where the majority of online news articles is free — and even if full access to an article requires a paid subscription, one can easily read the same story on another website sans payment — it is simply unnecessary for many readers to pay to stay in-the-know. In addition, compared to publishing news online, printing stories is uneconomical — both material- and time-wise — and Shirky argues that we should not exhaust ourselves trying to hold on to and fix a lost cause but instead accept the shift towards a more technologically advanced platform.
  8. Kishpen
    #Shirky talks the evolution from news being brought to people by a boy on a bicycle to an unfathomably complicated device in front of them.
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:17:00
  9. rubi_a_mora
    #Shirky: “Does it make sense to print yesterday’s news and truck it to you 30 miles away?” No economical sense, no. #ijnyu #stb3
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:12:11
  10. LenaParodi
    “NPR is three times more effective in convincing its listeners to give them money than the New York Times.” #IJNYU #Shirky #JB #Bleyer
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:39:26
  11. mpetrova92
    “Journalists who spend time trying to slow down transition, is time and energy they could be using towards journalism.” #IJNYU #Shirky #JB
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:31:14
  12. LenaParodi
    With less advertisements, the question cannot be “how can we save the newspapers”, but “how do we save the journalists.” #IJNYU #Shirky
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:13:16
  13. Reactions from students were mixed: some agreed with Shirky’s acceptance of what seems to be a harsh reality while others remained hopeful of conserving the tradition of print.
  14. shanhealion
    “Print is just going away…There is no social choice here” – Clay #Shirky reveals the painful truth—print is not savable. #IJNYU
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:56:12
  15. SnehaRad
    I really respect Shirky’s realistic approach to the issue of print vs online journalism. #IJNYU #sec7 #Shirky
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:16:17
  16. paulayjho
    #Shirky, I think you have it wrong. Upgrading technology doesn’t mean getting rid of print once and for all. #IJNYU #y
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:35:17
  17. komalpatel299
    @MaxDuron @SaraAshtaryeh I think that #Shirky is right about increase in internet usage, but I don’t think all newspapers will die #IJNYU #y
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:27:43
  18. MaxDuron
    #Shirky “They aren’t just wasting their time they are shifting their attn from what matters.” Well, it’s not a waste to save print #IJNYU #y
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:32:39
  19. However, Shirky did briefly shine a sliver of light into the tunnel, mentioning a subset of readers — albeit a very minuscule one — whose loyalty to newspapers might continue to fund these publications.
  20. hssjournalism
    Out of the total head count of people who read newspapers, there is some subset who read them as a sense of loyalty. #shirky #ijnyu #sagers
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:39:07
  21. RyGil01
    “God forbid the NY Times goes out of business.” That’s who will pay for content. #Shirky #IJNYU #Sec7
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:39:07
  22. This small percentage, however, is unlikely to be strong enough to maintain the survival of print journalism.
  23. liljournalist
    ”We’re not eradicating print news-IT’s going away. There’s no money to keep them going.” #Shirkey #IJNYU #AM
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:54:22
  24. anujajoshi93
    people at this point are paying for print subscriptions out of loyalty…
    but this will soon die out won’t it?
    #IJNYU #AS #shirky
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:40:24
  25. While certainly adamant about print journalism’s demise, Shirky still acknowledged the problems with the online news world. Although web-based publications can utilize the power of social media to hear of as well as distribute stories at a speed against which print journalism cannot match, the innumerable sources documenting the same stories from different angles can stir doubt from readers.
  26. JamesLegris
    “20th century, mainstream consensus is over. Now there’s so many differing, available opinions. no one to fully trust”- #shirky #IJNYU #STB2
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:21:37
  27. erkishh
    Since news covers basically everything, how can people trust media to provide coherent, perceptive news? They won’t #shirky #mbs #ijnyu
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:22:17
  28. AvuChaturvedi
    Trust has eroded with the advent of abundance in the media #Shirky #IJNYU #Sec6
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:18:08
  29. Clay Shirky’s lecture definitely shook some students, sparking panicked tweets concerning future careers in print that are seemingly on the brink of extinction.
  30. ZuhaJamil1
    #IJNYU not trending. Are we all having difficulty digesting the brutally realistic nature of journalism #shirky has to offer? #sagers
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 09:13:01
  31. katcalls
    so anybody have any idea about what the hell we’re going to do to get jobs/spread the news adequately? Does #Shirky? #IJNYU #Sec6
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 09:00:04
  32. NcolPhillip
    Well, there’s definitely a sense of hopelessness in this newsroom for the print world. #IJNYU #Hei #Shirky
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:56:33
  33. This is a crucial moment for all journalists, with the fast advancement of technology driving publications online and revolutionizing the world of journalism. So is print journalism worth salvaging? Clay Shirky may think the platform is en route to its eradication, but, as shown by tweets of students who remain hopeful in spite of his words, perhaps the small subset of readers willing to save the tradition of printed news will not give up the struggle so easily.
  34. ashleyflor
    After two weeks of hearing about how hopeless print is, I’m still not convinced #JB #IJNYU #Shirky
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:40:30
  35. CLARACHUNSA
    Proud to be a loyal subscriber of the New York Times, Vogue, Times, Elle, Forbes, and TeenVogue! go PRINT! #shirky #IJNYU #ms1
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:46:38
  36. LavyaYalamanchi
    #SHIRKY is right. Its not all going to be fine. But he is also assuming that no one can come up with a new business model to sustain print
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:56:36
  37. MaxDuron
    #Shirky “I’m not sure if there’s any way to get those people back.” There is definitely a way, we just haven’t though of it yet. #IJNYU #y
    Thu, Sep 27 2012 08:22:16

Adventures in New York: A Lazy Photo Post

I’ve been slacking on blogging lately. I’d say I’m bogged down by homework, but that would be only half true. It’s been a lazy Sunday, so I’m writing a lazy post lacking in words, but heavy in photographs.

WHAT I’VE BEEN UP TO LATELY:

  1. Seeing Yeasayer live at Central Park’s Rumsey Playfield:
    You can find the somewhat mediocre review I wrote for NYU’s Washington Square News here. More photos can be found here.
  2. Gaining calories at Smorgasburg, the weekly food market in Williamsburg (warning: some food porn follows):
  3. Playing with my newest love — my fisheye lens:
  4. Spending time with some of my favorite people — making meals, going on walks, getting late night ice-cream, running amok on rooftops, roaming Brooklyn, chatting in coffee shops, listening and grooving to music, etc…

Being young and in the city is the best.

Today’s Tune: A Walk – Tycho

I’m still having trouble falling asleep. But I finally bought myself a pair of mega cheap speakers, and I’ve found that listening to Tycho at night and having his sounds fill my bedroom helps me doze off pretty quickly.

Tycho is Scott Hansen’s musical pseudonym. He also does design work under the name “ISO50.”  One of my favorite songs off of his album Dive (2011) is the opening track, “A Walk.” It begins with soft, hollow beats that alternate one by one – they remind me of a gentle rain – then the drums kick in, grounding everything. And he keeps adding more and more layers, yet he never loses the track’s chill feel, and it never gets too busy.

The title track is great as well; when I listen to it I think of sandy beaches and gazing up at a cloudless, blue sky.

If you don’t need silence to sleep, listen to Tycho. He’ll take you places; you’ll have great dreams.

Adventures in New York: Skool Iz Fun & Kool

So the first official week of school has ended, after a glorious week of freedom, which just consisted of running around the city with friends and doing crazy, fun things.

So far, I’m enjoying my classes tremendously. I’m taking:

  • Investigating Journalism
    This one will be tough, but it will also be thoroughly interesting. We have awesome, super cool journalists coming in every week to speak to us, and we have to live tweet each guest speaker then create a Storify from the tweets.
    Lecture #2: How to Tweet. We spent the entire class talkin’ hashtags and @s and smartphone photography.
  • Human Evolution
    I ADORE this course. My professor is a brilliant and wonderful British man. We spent an hour simply looking at photos of primates. Primates with long tails, primates with big noses, teeny primates that can fit in the palm of your hand, primates with long middle fingers, primates with beards. Like this one:Our assignment for extra credit: Go to the Bronx Zoo and look at monkeys. Also, we get to play with skulls and other bones, which I, of course, love.
  • Expressive Culture: Film
    No one in this class knew that its focus was on black American cinema until we were all in our seats, especially since last year’s syllabus included films by Kubrick, Coppola, Altman and Scorsese. I’m a little bummed because I was hoping that this year’s syllabus would be similar because I want to see and analyze more films by those directors, but I’m definitely still very much excited, and our list of films is great – movies include Cabin in the Sky and The Birth of a Nation. It’s a 4 hour lecture, consisting of the lecture itself, followed by a movie. I’m only worried about falling asleep, because the chairs are rather comfy and the room is so dark. Yes, its basically the same setting as a regular cinema, but this is also my third class in a row on Wednesdays and I get awfully tired by the time I reach the room.
  • Intermediate Microeconomics Introduction to Color Photography
    I dropped my minor in economics this week because I would sit in lecture and stare at my professor scrawl mysterious symbols on the board and listen to him go on and on about math that I don’t understand, and I could feel my soul ebbing away. I knew I’d much rather be spending my time in a creative setting. And I feel a lot better now, although this might not be the best decision, career-wise. But I feel like I’m truly where I belong. I miss the dark room and the smell of fix. I miss standing over the enlarger with headphones on and being in my own little world. Granted, color photography isn’t a wet process due to the high toxicity of the chemicals, but nonetheless, it’s going to be great being back in the dark room and working with film.

The homework is already piling up, but, of course, my nights and weekends are still filled with wonderful and insane shenanigans. I’ve missed being in a college environment. It’s great to be around all my friends again, especially in this city.

Daily Musing: City Nights and Weekends

Everything is so fluid right now and I love it. This is one of the happiest moments of my life, I think. Walking on these streets, sitting at those tables, curling up in soft beds, leaning out half-opened windows, looking over roof ledges, down at all the movement and all the running. Being with people, being alone, being in a daze, roaming, talking, feeling, blinking, gazing, clasping, laughing, sleeping, walking, smiling. Everything is a dream. Laughing and laughing and smiling all the time. I love that it’s so simple. Everything is a dream.

It’s inescapable right now – how can it not be, especially right now. It feels so simple, quiet, perfect, so right, yet there’s something that feels a little wrong. But it’s the shadow that’s appealing, I think. That softness, warmth, those simple chords in the morning. It’s too beautiful to stifle. It just feels perfect. And the ropes are gone, and that window is open, and the breeze floats in, bringing in the city with it. The sirens surround me, the blinking lights are straight ahead, the trees are waving at me and the night’s breath feels great. Things dash, some remain as just a blur, but they’re so lovely, and all they do is just form color. The gaze arrests me, and all I want to do is fall asleep to your sound. And I like the way you move and walk. And the accidents and the surprises have happened, but I’ve rather liked them anyway and sometimes it feels like they were meant to be, and yes, they all make my heart beat a little faster. There’s nothing quite like this city. There’s nothing else that can make me feel this way.

It’s early Monday morning. I’m lying in bed in an old gray T-shirt and waiting for the waves to wash over me.

Today’s Tune: Yet Again – Grizzly Bear

I’ve been listening nonstop to Grizzly Bear’s new album, “Shields,” to be released on September 18th. It’s simply beautiful. My favorite tracks right now are “Yet Again” and “A Simple Answer,” but honestly, every track on that album is eargasmic and everything flows together wonderfully. I’d write more, but alas, school started today and a pile of journalism homework calls my name.


Also, this made my day. Ah, the joy of small acts.

Craft Time: Beer Bottle Cap Magnets

What better way to spruce up a dorm fridge than to stick a couple of beer bottle cap magnets on it, right? This is an extremely simple and speedy craft; in fact, you could probably still do it after downing a couple of forties.

You will need:
– Adhesive magnetic strips
– Scissors
– A glue gun
– Cardboard
– An assortment of beer bottle caps

  1. Cut out a piece of cardboard and fold it in half, so that it fits neatly into the back of the bottle cap. Glue the two halves together, then glue the entire piece of cardboard to the back of the cap.
  2. Cut out a square of the magnetic strip and stick it to the cardboard.

And that’s it! You’re done! Of course, these can’t hold up anything heavy, but they do all right with photographs or with friendly notes to roommates. So drink up, try different kinds of beer, and eventually your fridge will be speckled with colorful cap magnets.

Adventures in New York: Climbing Cloud City at the Met

Two afternoons ago, Alex and I went to the Met to see Tomás Saraceno’s sculpture, Cloud City, located on the roof of the museum. If you find yourself in New York City from now until November 4th, I highly recommend paying this sculpture a visit (of course, don’t forget to look at all the other masterpieces in the Met while you’re there). Visitors are allowed to climb up and into the sculpture – where you unfortunately can’t take photographs – but only if they have timed tickets (they’re free!), so be sure to allot yourself enough time to receive a ticket and wait for your assigned time to explore Saraceno’s incredible work of art.

Once you’re in there, you might feel slightly disoriented; it’s difficult at times to tell if you’re about to walk into an actual space or a mirror or a plastic pane. All confusion aside, it’s an extremely beautiful and fun, interactive work of art. It explores the ways in which we experience space and nature and our environment; although we’re inside these large nodules, we’re still very much exposed to the outside world as well. We’re also surrounded by not just one, but many different views of our surroundings, through the particular placement of the mirrors, which additionally creates a cool, juxtaposing effect that frames the natural setting of the trees and the city within the sturdy, industrial metal frames like some kind of grandiose painting or photograph. So when I was walking through the sculpture, at times it was almost similar to walking through an art gallery, where the surrounding walls were large frames displaying my environment, and in that sense, emphasizing space and scenery as art forms in themselves.

To end on a different note…the whole time I was there, all I could hear in my head was this:

Craft Time: Paper Bunting

20120829-184938.jpgThe common area in my suite is lookin’ TREMENDOUSLY bleak right now, and every time I come home I get sad just looking at it. Since I’m waiting for my suitemate to arrive before I start going berserk with sprucing it up, I decided to just start off with something small for now.

After a delicious lunch at Cafetasia with my friend Elle, we headed over to Paper Presentation to pick out some fun paper prints, then back to Elle’s dorm for an afternoon of crafting.

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Making bunting is easy! All you need is a pair of scissors, a ruler, a pencil, a hole punch, some colorful sheets of paper and string. Simply trace out some triangles, cut them out, make two holes near the top and string everything up! And voila, your boring, zero personality wall has a splash of joy!

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Alexis joined us too and made some mini bunting!

20120829-182117.jpgElle’s roommate works at Georgetown Cupcake and they have about 50 cupcakes in their fridge, so we had some delicious post-crafting snacks. In other words, it was an extremely girly afternoon.

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Still bleak. But a little more cheerful, right?

Adventures in New York: Afropunk Fest

Phew. All moved in to the dorm. This has been one hectic, busy week. But on Sunday night, right after unpacking all my belongings, I went to the second day of the free, 8th annual Afropunk Fest at Commodore Barry Park with some friends. This year’s lineup included artists such as Erykah Badu, Gym Class Heroes, Janelle Monae, Das Racist, Toro Y Moi and TV on the Radio.

We arrived just as Toro Y Moi took the stage, but the line to enter the park was insanely long. So after roaming around and checking out all the various food trucks, we sneakily snuck our way into the middle of the line (you gotta do what you gotta do). We waited for a LONG time; I could barely see Toro Y Moi but I could still hear him and was EXTREMELY pleased that he performed “Low Shoulder.”

Then I received a phone call from another friend saying that another entrance was now open and that he had managed to enter the park immediately after arriving. So in we went, just as TV on the Radio started its set.

TV on the Radio was fantastic, and the crowd was wonderful; people were dancing, singing along, clapping their hands. I was a tad tired from having woken up early that morning and spending most of the day unpacking, but I still managed to dance around a bit. And I had forgotten to charge my camera so these are the only decent photos that I have, le sigh.

After the show, we went to Crif Dogs and then to Village Yokocho for some sake and squid to end the night (thank you, Andrew!). Needless to say, it was a wonderful first night back home.

Craft Time: Knob Hangers

In order to procrastinate packing up my stuff to go back to New York, I decided to make more decorations for my dorm. I went to World Market the other day and they were having a huge sale, so I finally bought some dresser knobs I’ve been eyeing for a looooong time to do this craft. I apologize for the awfulness of the accompanying photographs because this was a nighttime craft and the artificial lighting here is crappy, and I was way too lazy to Photoshop them properly. :((((

You will need:
– An assortment of dresser knobs
– A plank of wood
– A pencil
– A ruler or tape measure
– Masking tape
– An electric drill
– A small saw
– Hooks

  1. Use the tape measure to measure the length of your plank, dividing it into even segments depending on how many knobs you have. Mark the spots where the knobs will be with a pencil.
  2. Tape the length of the back of the plank with masking tape to prevent it from splitting when you drill into it. One long piece should do the trick.
  3. Find the right-sized drill bit and carefully position the drill on your pencil markings. Then drill, baby, drill. I enlisted the help of Dad the Engineer because I don’t trust my clumsy self with power tools.
  4. Remove the tape. Insert the knob into the hole. Depending on the knob, I left the washer and nut screwed on in front of the plank if I needed to create more hanging length.
  5. If your plank is not as thick as the length of the knob’s screw, you’re going to have to do a few more steps like me. After inserting the knob, screw on another nut so the plank is sandwiched between nut and washer (to clarify, most of my knobs consisted of, from back to front, nut –> plank –> washer –>nut –> actual round knob part). Measure the length of the remaining screw after the nut.
  6. Remove the knob from the plank, and saw off the excess bit of screw you measured (so that when you put the knob back in, only the nut and no additional screw sticks out from behind the plank). It’s tedious, but pretend you’re that dude in Saw and keeping your foot (and your life) depends on it. Listen to this while you saw.
  7. Once you’re done, screw the knob back into the plank, and screw the nut back onto the knob. Repeat these steps for each knob.
  8. Drill in some hooks to hang this bad boy up on a wall, and you’re all set!

    INSTA-KNOBS

I might paint the wood later; I’m not entirely sure yet. But now I gotta get back to packing.

Let’s Talk Art: Donald Judd

Untitled, Brass and colored fluorescent Plexiglas on steel brackets, 1969. Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden, Washington, D.C. 6 1/8″ x 2′ x 2′ 3″

One of my favorite museums is the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden, located right here in Washington, D.C. It houses a piece by Donald Judd, an artist I adore, who created many sculptures similar to the one in the Hirshhorn.

Labelled by many as a Minimalist sculptor, Judd was a New York City-based artist (he actually studied at Columbia after transferring from William & Mary) who focused on simplicity and precision. He wasn’t at all interested in abstruseness; as you can see, this piece is plainly comprised of ten geometric boxes made of Plexiglas and brass. There’s no other material…no paint, no wires, nothing else but these unadorned boxes. Untitled isn’t supposed to carry some kind of metaphorical nor symbolic meaning; it simply just announces, “This is me! I am an object!” It’s straightforward.

Why, then, are Judd’s seemingly basic pieces installed in museums such as the Hirshhorn and the MoMa if they don’t carry any profound message that the viewer deduces and instills in him a feeling of discovery? Of course, this question naturally leads to a lengthy discussion of what art is, but I’m not going to dig into that because then we’d be here forever. But to me – and to many others, including the curators of the Hirshhorn and the MoMa – art doesn’t have to tell a story or have some kind of moral to be considered art (hello, Duchamp!). It isn’t a betrayal of art to simply intend to exist as is, without any element of surprise.

So, I find Judd’s geometric sculptures beautiful because of their use of space. Three dimensionality is severely stressed – almost aggressively because of the work’s rigidness. Space is very real. There are no illusions: it is sculpture, not a painting, and its purpose is to play with space. The lines are clean and hard, which is especially emphasized by the use of industrial material, and clearly divides the space into segments. The use of Plexiglas also enables the viewer to see inside each box, creating additional, new space inside the boxes.

The entire sculptural area is also used to highlight the colors and materials. In fact, the gaps between the boxes become part of the sculpture itself: the red Plexiglas surfaces reflect off one another, casting light and shadow onto the walls, and from certain angles creating a column of color. I also see this column as extending continuously throughout the length of the sculpture, so it’s as if an uninterrupted pillar of red exists, despite the presence of boxes. Space is broken up by the boxes, but it’s also one continuous space of light and shadow. Paradoxical!

In sum, Untitled plays with space, and it interacts with itself. In that sense, it’s sort of producing some kind of frozen movement, rigid as it is while creating verticality and tossing light and color in the air. Nicely done, Judd.

Let’s Talk Art: Klimt’s “The Kiss”

I love art history. I miss learning about art history. AP Art History is probably the most interesting class I took in high school, and I took a course titled From Neoclassicism to Realism during first semester last year. It saddens me to think that I might not be able to discuss art properly in a school setting anymore due to my tight schedule, so I’m starting a new series here to keep my interest going.

ANYWAY. While shopping at World Market yesterday with my mom, I stumbled upon a card featuring Gustav Klimt’s painting, The Kiss.

Oil and gold leaf on canvas, 1907–1908. Österreichische Galerie Belvedere, Vienna, 180 cm × 180 cm

I absolutely adore this Viennese painting for its ability to convey sensuality in such subtle ways, and aesthetically, because of it’s gorgeous colors and rendering of emotion. Klimt painted it during the fin-de-siècle (end of the century, for you non-French speakers), in which the growing middle class worked to mimic the luxuries enjoyed by the aristocracy. Thus was born a culture of self-indulgence, engrossed in sexual desire, corruption and the want for power. Everyone basically had a pretty forced attitude to make sure they enjoyed life.

The Kiss captures the spirit of this decadence with its use of glimmering colors and of course, the layers of gold leaf. The couple’s embrace depicts the sensuality of the period; however, only small glimpses of their bodies are visible. The rest is engulfed by the opulent patterns and shapes – to me, it is almost as if their love has grown out of this ornateness, implying its artificiality, perhaps, emphasizing the materialism and superficiality of the period. Or perhaps their very human emotions are tragically vastly overshadowed by these material objects. There’s also something rather religious about the circle of flowers around her head. It is probably not intentional, but they remind of me Byzantine-style halos…suggesting some kind of perversion of religion, maybe?

I still find it utterly romantic, though. He leans over to kiss her, holding her like a dream. Her face is completely serene: eyes shut, lips slightly pursed, her cheeks blushing ever so subtly. He holds her tight, cradling her head; she pulls on his neck with one hand, almost as if she needs him for support (I love those bent fingers!!), and with the other, takes in his hand as if stroking it. And I love the contrast between the softness and transparency of the figures’ skin and the hardness and opaqueness of the extravagant patterning. And the extreme detailing of the patterned bits, versus the plainness of the people. Yet somehow, their emotion certainly captures my attention first before I begin to examine the rest of the painting. Overall, it is a visual reflection of the lavishness of the end of the 19th century.

I’m also a fan of Klimt’s little orange signature floating in the bottom right hand corner.

Adventures in Singapore: Visiting Mutts and Mittens

Two days ago, my friends brought me to Mutts and Mittens, an animal shelter in Pasir Ris Farmway, because I’ve been incredibly bored and needed some thrill in my life. So I spent that afternoon being mauled and nibbled by overly excited puppies as well as rubbed against by attention-seeking cats. It was a cuteness overload! I didn’t want to leave! But alas, dinner time came around, and food obviously became more interesting than the strange humans hanging out in the kennels.

Here are some photographs I took of these adorable creatures. One of the cats (3rd row, 5th column) looks like he has a handlebar mustache!

If anyone reading this lives in Singapore and has the means to care for a pet, I encourage you to drop by Mutts and Mittens and adopt one (or two, or three) of these lovely animals. Or at least stop by and give ‘em some attention and love!

Side note: cats are soooo much easier to photograph. Dogs (especially puppies) move WAY too quickly for me.

Adventures in Texas: Visiting Matthieu

I finally developed my roll of film from my trip down to Texas in July, so here are some of my favorite shots:
Matt drove us everywhere. It is weird to see him drive when all we do in New York is walk.We visited the Contemporary Arts Museum, the Museum of Fine Arts and the Menil collection (Rothko Chapel!) and pondered the meaning of art.We went thrifting in Montrose.We watched Moonrise Kingdom, which might surpass The Royal Tenenbaums as my favorite Wes Anderson film. “What kind of bird are YOU?”We ate ice cream and escaped the Texas heat.Matthew brought me to a cozy coffee place.He had coffee.I had a chai latte.I had a wonderful time and will see him in less than 20 days! :)

Adventures in Singapore: Shopping in Haji Lane

Greetings from Singapore! I’ve been on the island for almost a week now and will be here until the 18th. It’s extremely warm and humid. I miss New York, but I’ll be back before I know it.

Today, I headed over to Haji Lane, which is my all-time favorite place to shop in Singapore. I consider it a little hipster alleyway, tucked neatly aside from the main streets. Here you will find a cluster of cute, independent boutiques filled with both international and local clothing, accessories, home goods and more. It’s also speckled with Middle Eastern cafes and hookah bars. Many buildings are covered in street art, so simply walking down the street is an experience in itself. I love that everything is so colorful; the vividness of the walls just creates such a wonderful vibe. It’s also a relatively short street, with stores flanking either side, but it still took me close to 4 hours to make it down and back (I entered almost every store).

From a street off of Haji Lane. These shutters are so fucking awesome. WANT.

I especially love shopping here because each boutique has its own personality; most of the store owners do a great job of creating fun, interesting and often cozy rooms in these old buildings. Most importantly, the merchandise is unique and just plain fun to look at, and everyone is sure to find something to suit his or her fancy.

Fixie store!

I left after a successful albeit utterly exhausting solo shopping spree with: 1. a surprisingly amazing, slinky black dress that just looks like a piece of fabric on the hanger (hence no photo), 2. a studded collar shirt (“so edgy!” my mom exclaimed) because I am currently OBSESSED with studs, and 3. a sunny floral shirt. It was a very good day. Looking forward to my next visit.

Craft Time: Sunday School Shoes, Suzy Bishop-Style

After watching Moonrise Kingdom with Matthew, I thought it would be fun to be Sam and Suzy for Halloween (cheesy? A little. Awesome? Most definitely).

I didn’t want to shell out a ton for saddle shoes, so when my friend Natasha told me about this cheap alternative, I was immensely pleased. I know, it’s a tad early to start prepping for Halloween, but we made a Target/craft store run yesterday, so I picked up a pair of cheap shoes. Besides, these can be worn all the time.  A super, super simple project that goes a long way!

So fucking chill.

You will need:
– A pair of cheap, white, canvas lace-ups
– A fine point and a chisel tip Sharpie
– String-like shoelaces

  1. Unlace the shoes so it is easier to color them in.
  2. Use the fine point Sharpie to trace along the seams of the middle sections of each shoe and around the eyelets.
  3. Use the broad tip Sharpie to fill in the white space. Don’t forget to color the tongue!
  4. Lace up your new beauties with the stringy shoelaces!

These are still too white for my taste, so I’m going to have to run around in the grass and dirt a bit to get them nice and grimy. But wheeeeehooooooo for being economical!

Now I just gotta find me some blue eyeshadow and a peter pan collar dress.

Craft Time: Dressed-Up Lighters

I made the two on the left for my boyfriend’s birthday, and the one on the right for myself.

Everyone’s had that moment when they’ve been asked by that super cool dude or gal dressed in vintage threads and covered with ironic tattoos if he or she can have a light to enjoy an American Spirit at that craaaaazy Williamsburg warehouse party, RIGHT? Ashamed that you had to pull out a plain ol’ primary color red bic instead of a hardcore Zippo with a triangle engraved on it (to be more accurate, matches are all the rage right now, but that’s not the point of this post)? Fear no more, in this DIY project I’ll show you how to transform your boring, K-Mart lighter into a hip work of art. You’ll soon be roaming the beer-crusted floors looking for Pall Malls to light!

I first got the idea from my dear friend Nicole, who made us all personalized lighters for Christmas. This is mine, and I love it to death! THANKS, NICOLE, U DA BEST.

My initial reaction: “MARC JACOBS MAKES LIGHTERS?!?”

You will need:
– A lighter (I like the regular sized bics, much easier to work with than those clear ones)
– Mod Podge
(I use the kind with a satin finish)
– Magazines
(fashion ones are the best) or another source for fun, graphic paper prints
– Scissors
– Glue
– A paintbrush

– Newspaper

  1. Spread the newspaper out on a hard surface so you don’t get glue and mod podge all over the place.
  2. Flip through the magazines and cut out some rad prints that you think look well together. Don’t be afraid to mix and match prints that might initially seem at odds with one another!
  3. Play around with the prints, wrapping them around the lighter until you think they flow and transition nicely.
  4. Once you have a general idea of how you’d like to lay out the pieces of paper, start gluing each print onto the lighter. Apply a light layer of glue under each sheet of paper so that you can lift up corners in case you later want to place another print layer underneath so they overlap neatly. Tip: add on cute objects or initials for personalization, gluing them over the areas where different prints meet to cover up the intersections for a cleaner look (see photos at the end).
  5. When it comes to gluing around the top and bottom edges of the lighter, either cut a straight line through your print and line it up with the edges, or, once the print has been glued down, use the tip of the scissors to trace around the lighter’s edge and cut off the excess bits.
  6. Once you’ve finished gluing and your lighter is no longer naked, use a paintbrush to mod podge the shizzz out of that sucker! Apply 3 thin layers for a nice finish, waiting about 10-15 minutes between each coat.
  7. Et voila! Your lighter is ready for some fiery action.

    Add objects (like the eyes) or initials for extra flair and to cover up untidy areas!

Today’s Tune: Bluish – Animal Collective

Bluish has always been one of my favorite tracks off of MPP, which is one of my favorite albums of all time. Despite interpretations that it’s about cunnilingus, I’ve always found it to be rather romantic anyway.

I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls
I like your looks when you get mean
I know I shouldn’t say so but when you
claw me like a cat, I’m beaming
I like the way you squeeze my hand
Pulling me into another dream,
A lucid dream

And then:
When we’re alone, I wanna say,
‘Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment, babe’
Put on the dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there

That’s how I feel when I’m with Matt (though I suppose instead of “dress” it’s “sweater” and “socks” in place of “stockings”?) and to have my exact feelings echoed in a song is such a wonderful thing, and that’s partially why I love listening to this track on repeat. Not to mention that Avey Tare just sounds so honest and tender. There’s a certain softness to his voice; it’s almost as if he’s whispering sometimes – like it’s a love that’s difficult to sing about because it seems like it didn’t end well – and it’s to the girl he loves, and it’s in the most caring and gentle way.

I’m seeing Animal Collective live on October 5th in Williamsburg Park, but unfortunately the band never plays Bluish. They say it’s because they’ve lost the samples, but others opine that it’s about Avey’s divorce – which makes the song sadder. Alas, I’ll have to content myself with the recording.

In other news, a couple days ago AnCo released a track off of Centipede Hz, which will soon be released in September. Enjoy, and get excited:

What are your favorite Animal Collective songs and why?

Snapshot: Here’s A Grumpy Kitty, Mustachified.

I was visiting my friends at their hotel today, and in the courtyard lay this plump ginger cat. He looked as though the he loathed the world.

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“I oppose everything.”

A few minutes later he was exploring the plants at the next door florist.

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“Everything opposes me.”

I decided to give him a couple of mustaches to lighten up his countenance.

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Handlebar kitty.

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Dali cat.

Doesn’t he look dapper?

Snapshot: Une Petite Menagerie Triste

On my way home yesterday afternoon, I came across a man sitting by a band of cats, dogs and guinea pigs on the corner of Park Ave. and 23rd St.

Animals on the street, especially in 90˚ weather? It was a sad sight. I was particularly surprised to see the guinea pigs, which were just plopped atop a pile of buckets as if they were stuffed animals.

A quick Google search brought me here. It upsets me that these animals have to live with someone who cannot give them the proper care that they need. I hope they find a better home soon.

Adventures in New York: Dogmatic and the Met

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Insta-yummmzz!

Having Serious Eats on your Google Reader is seriously frustrating: I’ll be clicking through my feed, and suddenly I’m staring at a photograph of a toasted sandwich full of smoky ham and gooey cheese or a plate of cute ‘lil zucchini pancakes – all of which I can’t devour at that very moment. The other day I stumbled upon a particular enticing image of a hot dog – and that’s when my severe craving for a good ‘ol dog kicked in. Coincidentally, an editor in the office had a Dogmatic menu on his desk. So today, to fill my hot dog-less stomach, I brought my friends to Dogmatic in Union Square.

I ordered a beef dog with cheddar jalapeno and a pomegranate soda. The sausage came wrapped in a crunchy baguette and was pretty delicious. Nothing amazing, but I enjoyed the baguette substitute for the standard bun. The pomegranate pop, however, was heavenly. All in all, not a bad spot for lunch, but I think I’ll stick to my usual venues, Crif Dogs and Japadog – they’re just much more fun and creative with their edibles.

Anyone have any other suggestions for decent hot dog eateries in the city?

After Dogmatic, Alex and I went to the Met, where he kindly let me mooch off in for free via his museum membership. Unfortunately, the Tomás Saraceno exhibition I want to see, Cloud City, is accessible only through timed-entry tickets, and we couldn’t stay long enough to wait for the next visiting round. So we just roamed the various galleries, which is still a lovely way to pass a Friday afternoon. We discussed how a modern day William Blake would live in Williamsburg and drink PBR while Denis Diderot would live in the UES (thoughts?).

The modern and contemporary art gallery.

We saw one of Brancusi’s Bird in Space sculptures, which I absolutely adore. They’re just so elegant. For those not familiar with Brancusi’s work, here’s what the Met has to say about this piece:

Brancusi – Bird in Space

From the 1920s to the 1940s Brancusi was preoccupied by the theme of a bird in flight. He concentrated not on the physical attributes of the bird but on its movement, intending to capture “the essence of flight.”  This particular conception of a bird in space is the first in a series of seven sculptures carved from marble and nine cast in bronze.

Isn’t it beautiful?

We also saw Robert Irwin’s So. Cal, which I’ve always assumed was one of Dan Flavin’s installations until I actually read the plaque today. Oops.

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Robert Irwin – So. Cal

Then we wandered around the Greek and Roman, Egyptian, and Oceanic art galleries for a bit. Great day. I love the Met!

On My Time at Gothamist/Claire Tries Her Hand at Blogging

Today was my last day as a summer intern at the New York-centric blog, Gothamist (little plug here: If you’ve never heard of ‘em or read their stuff, head on over if you’re a fan of reading news with an entertaining twist and a dash of snarkiness).

Overall, the experience was wonderful. I worked in an airy office in DUMBO, Brooklyn alongside Gothamist’s small and incredibly friendly staff and spent a lot of time copy editing published posts, reading Twitter and Google Reader, and scanning YouTube and Reddit for crazy or strange stories. Even though I stumbled upon hundreds of fascinating and often hilarious articles, photos, and videos, sometimes the task became a tad tedious; however, I was also sent to go on many adventures around the city. From roaming SoHo to photograph and ask people whether men should wear flip-flops in NYC (this sparks some serious debate…) to chasing businessmen and women to get their opinion on square-toed shoes (a topic not as heated as the great flip-flop shebang) to staking out the Chipotle in Brooklyn to investigate the discount police officers supposedly receive, I not only had tons of fun but also garnered some solid journalism skills and definitely put my photography experience to good use.

The greatest reward of the internship, though, was the fact that I wrote a couple of posts for the blog. Which is awesome, because Gothamist has a huge readership and it feels great to know that the editors are keen on letting interns write for them. We don’t do menial jobs like fetch coffee or organize files but instead get to go to press conferences, do some first-hand reporting, take photographs, etc…and they’re sure to always give us credit for every little thing we do.

So I emerge from the internship with my name appearing on numerous pages of a major news blog, but what I’m most proud of are my two photo-heavy clips:

  1. Coverage of the OWS Guitarmy March
  2. Survey of Bedford Cheese Shop’s new Manhattan location

Again, overall, a wonderful experience. I met some great, cat-loving writers who taught me all about ’80s/’90s pop culture, and I will honestly miss spending time in that office. Also, being in a legitimate, real-world journalism work area has really alerted me to the fact that I really need to keep up my writing and photographing. And so, I have decided to produce a personal blog. A wee collection of the wild ideas and memories that swarm my mind that I need to put down in writing, and the photographs that accompany them.

Les gens, je vous presente Une Petite Menagerie!