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The 5th Annual Festival of 24 Things opens on March 1st (a special preview word list will be sent to past participants tonight at midnight – leap day bonus!!) and although I’m a bit sad this will be the last Festival, I’m excited about Post-Art’s next project.

For today – inspired by a favourite motel in Niagara Falls – a look at filthy gorgeous subjects that tug the heartstrings of many photographers.

First up, crazyawesome John Divola’s Zuma series:

I love the way the blue paint points to the pastelly water & sunset. So good.

Alec Soth’s Niagara is one of the few giant beautiful artists’ books I own (the majority of my artists’ books are tiny beautiful ones) – and this image has always been one of my favourites – when I was little, my parents had a red cordoba that looked a bit like this:

And rather than mention Lee Friedlander, who kicked the shit outta hotel photography in the early 1960s, I’m going to show you a photo by Eamon MacMahon, whose photo is not actually a hotel, but reminds me of Mr. Friedlander’s signature photographs.

And finally, another Toronto-based photographer, Oliver Pauk, whose photograph brings me back to John Divola, with a sidestep to Andy Lock’s Orchard Park series (A series made by photographing an abandoned project highrise, projecting the images onto phosphorescent paint and rephotographing the resulting image as it degrades, fades and ceases to exist. The most beautifully poetic way of imaging a disappearing space with a camera that I have ever seen.

Photo Round up Tuesday is done – get your cameras ready for the Festival!!

Title credit: The Weakerthans, My Favourite Chords

Yesterday I was on the streetcar when an Occupy TO rep started a human mic, outlined the unfair TTC fare hikes and reduced service, while explaining how to start our own movements, and let our voices be heard. I had just looked at Ian Willms Occupy eviction photographs and, for once, wasn’t wearing my block-out-the-world headphones on public transit. It was… interesting to see/hear the reactions around me. I feel like actions like this, or Charlie Veitch’s megaphone interactions raise awareness in a way that may not be quantifiable, aside from youtube views, but is ultimately a success  as it gets people talking who may not otherwise have given a movement or idea a second thought. Even the grumpy guy, responding to the human mic (shouting) “what about those of us who don’t want to listen to people shouting on the streetcar!” His anti-stance made me feel even closer to the for-stance.

And then I saw this:

and remembered that people line up to be the first to get into a store and buy a bunch of tacky sht they don’t need.

Reality bites.

 

If ever there was an anthem for how I feel right now, this is it:

Held like water in your shaking hands are all the small defeats a day demands. 10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive. Never knowing what survival means. Leave the apartment to buy alcohol. Hang our diplomas on the bathroom wall. Pick at the plaster chipped away, survey some stunning tooth decay, enlist the cat in the impending class-war. Let’s lay our bad day down here, dear and make-believe we’re strong, or hum some protest song. Like maybe “We Shall Overcome Someday.” Overcome the stupid things we say. Say I needed more than this, say I needed one more kiss. We left that light on way too long now. Let’s plant a bomb at city-hall and kill an MLA. We’ll talk the night away. You call in sick, I’ll quit the word-games that I play. I swear I way more than half believe it when I say that somewhere love and justice shine. Cynicism falls asleep. Tyranny talks to itself. Sappy slogans all come true. We forget to feed our fear.

Title and above lyrics credit: The Weakerthans, Confessions of a Futon Revolutionist

 

 

New favourite photographer:

Andrew B. Myers.

Blundstones, Hudon’s Bay Co. jacket, ironic (yes?) moustache, Oh, Canada.

oh yes, and COLOUR SALT PAPER PRINTS!? (I am confounded…)

Nice interview on Heather Morton’s blog, shedding absolutely no light on how you make colour salt prints. I’ll ask Google.

Title credit: Andrew Vincent, Canadian Dream

Happy Birthday George E!

In celebration – an article.

A song:

A to-do list for Rochester-ish folks.

And this is where I found the awesome George Eastman illustration (not credited – sorry awesome Illustrator!).

All these links can only mean one of two things —
1) I get really excited about 156th birthdays for old dead dudes… or
2) I miss you, Kodachro-o-ome,

http://www.flickr.com/photos/kodachroma
http://www.dwaynesphoto.com/

Title credit: Really? You don’t know? COME on! (worth watching this, even if it’s not your birthday.)