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Robin Rhode. You can see more of his stuff here, on the Perry Rubenstein gallery or read about him here.

 

Originally from South Africa, now in Berlin. His work has caught my attention for a few reasons. Firstly the scale, it draws me in to shots like the one above, as does the location. Perfect. It's part of the piece, in fact it makes it. Then there is the sheer simplicity, the mundaneness, which is of course, at times, thrown out the window with his more complex work.

 

I have been missing magazine design a lot lately, and writing, proper writing. Articles and interviews. I have found myself watching flip/flick throughs, you should too. Here Magazine | Gauge Magazine | Metropolis M Magazine I have been stirred.

 

While on the hunt for more flip throughs I came across 500 Frames by Truckerspeed - who I will no doubt be returning to at some point to watch this.

 


 

 

 
   

 

 

 

When I was young a difficult decision always started the 'what should we do with the drunken sailor' tune in my head...obviously the 'what should we do' bit played a role.

 

Believe it or not, the leaves are starting to fall in and around this town. I shall not let this season pass by without plently of time spent enjoying it. The above image has softened the blow that is the end of summer, taken from Lolitas. If you can see past the scandal that is.

 

For the blog today I decided that I would go hunting for some images of a place I could confidently say I would love to visit, based on the pictures alone. It keeps me amused, so please play along. How about we try this for size, what a project. Thank you Salva Lopez

 

 


 

 

 
   

 

 

 

 

Silent films, they could have been very noisey, but they said 'we don't need that'. I have just watched this, and want you to do so too. It will bring a whole new world into your minds eye, whether that world is a place you were meant to be awakened to, well, grasp the stinging nettle that is silent film and see if you blister easily.

 

I found this website, which has a whole list of silent films A-Z, complete with pictures, or rather stills. It's a fun way to pass some time and take in the strange sights of silence.

 


 

 

 
 

 

 

 

I used to dream of being a bicycle courier, however, coming from the country, I never knew a city well enough to get my foot in the door. Or at least that's what I would tell myself when I wondered why it never happened.

 

Maybe Kirsten Pieroth is trying to tell me something about the need for the odd courier with a country compass. Her piece, 'Trophy', which was actually untitled , comprised of hiring a courier to deliver a wooden box from Manchester to Sheffield, over forty miles. The road taken was not a downhill whizz, nor a sunny tour des fields, it was grueling i'd say. You can read more about it here. I'm not sure why, but I love the shots which were taken during the delivery.

 

I came across Pieroth's work on vvork, which is also where I caught sight of thirtyfourparkinglots, the re-make of Ed Ruscha's project using Google Maps. Just sit back and relax, leave your mouse alone and observe.

 

Thank you vvork. Nothing highly original here today I'm afraid. Incidently, the guy who did the parkinglots, Pascual Sisto, also has some great stuff here, on his site, which you should check out. The yellow red, following on from yesterday's colour post, is a winner with me.

 

I watched Nuovomondo last night. It has all the grit it needs, some wonderful scenes and a perfect final shot. Watch it if you get the chance.

 

Ps - Thanks to all that emailed for the CD's, they shall be in the post asap.

 


 

 

   
 

 

 

 

The above photograph was taken in Cambodia by Arjun Purkayastha. Looking through his realms of albums brought colour to mind, and just how beautiful it is. Red, Blue, Green, Orange.

 

If you have a moment, send me an email, include your name and postal address. Seven mix cd's are on offer for the first seven to get their names in. Each has been lovingly decorated with colours such as Blue, Green, Orange and Red. How's that?

 

You'll find all sorts on the mixes, some are up-to-date with what I'm listening to right now, while others are a mix of classics and special tracks. Seven it is, just four colours though.

 


 

 

   
 

 

 

 

Another hour has been wasted, what else could I have done? Used the sixty tick tocks to delve into a book, then argue night and day with myself about whether or not it was worth going back to? From four till five, or two-thirty onwards, no matter when it starts, an hour passes and what have I got to show?

 

Years can pass, but how could you have nothing to show from a year? 8765.81277 hours. It must happen. Who does that happen to? All this thought has come from seeing the work of Pim van Halem.

 

Take a look through his work, year after year. I have never had the chance to look through art like that before, so regimented in time, so clear to see the choice pieces versus the time spent.

 

Elsewhere I have been enjoying Rachel Sender and her blog.

 


 

 

   
 

 

 

 

I caught a fish, without a hook in the water
She's somebody’s wife, she's somebody’s daughter
She can wish and wash, take the breath out of me
Wild and strong, like a winter's sea

 

Fiske 1931

 


 

 

   
 

 

 

 

There is a mountain out my window, but on days like today you could argue that fact, and with pretty good reason, namely that you can't see it. Rain rain go away.

 

Parskid doesn't so much excite me as just creep me out, yet I thought i'd share his stuff with you, because who am I to tell you that you can't find it warm and cuddly. His plush 'kreatures' may well be that, but his paintings are less huggable and cause shivers. I saw his stuff at Flatcolor, which looks like a neat gallery.

 

It kind of reminds me of Ryan de la Hoz's work, which was featured on myloveforyou last week, which in turns reminds me of Killpixie. Not getting down on anyone, it's refreshing to enjoy more artwork in a similar vein and not feel like originality has been lost, but rather the 'collection' has been enlarged.

 


 

 

   
 

 

 

 

I have spent all morning on nieves. A lover of the zine, it has had me entranced. From 3d brilliance to magic marker madness. It's all there, in the catalogue section. I found it after seeing Jocko Weyland's zine featured elsewhere. He has taken all the phrases, signposts and labels he had seen during a spell in China, which use English, but not as we know it, and scribbled them in large black writing, thus creating a simple yet entertaining publication. Just how I like it. Nothing too heavy, leave that for the hardbacks.

 

Oh and the picture comes from Stefan Marx who has several zines.

 


 

 

   
 

 

 

 

A dear friend pointed me in the direction of Villagers, who by all accounts are set to be 'the next big thing'. I sort of hope they stay just the way they are, which is perfect. Head on over to Myspace, which is like this really cool social networking site you may have heard of, where you can listen to tracks. Start with Home, if you don't like that then there is no hope. I despair.

 

Apart from enjoying some new music i've recently found myself falling in love with websites, blogs which reach right into you and make your neck lean toward the screen, one such dreamboat is allthingsordinary, that's where i got the image above via Sarah Hermans. Her nature work is all you need for today. Promise.

 


 

 

   
 

 

 

 

I had wanted to write all about Lookbook, but you know what, it's not really worth it. Just go take a look, maybe you'll love it, perhaps you will be puzzled, like I am.

 

I walked past the Galerie Piece Unique in the spring, I now wish I had stopped to take more of a look, or nipped around the corner for their variations gallery. The idea behind it all is that at any one time there is only one piece of artwork displayed. They have this great panoramic viewer here, keep clicking and moving, oh and what a great office. Over the years there has been some incredible work shown, try here, and browse until your heart is content.

 

The sun is out today and it's Vampire Weekend in my head. I wish there was better radio to listen to, oh the romance of a radio perched on your shoulder, which in turn is steadied against a bus window, a journey. Greyhound. Alas compilations will suffice.