The trailer for the new film by Pedro Almodovar. I’m exciteeed!! I’ve never been a fan of Penelope Cruz’s American works, but I’m glad she’s going back to her Spanish roots and doing more films overseas. Watching an Almodovar film always makes me feel like I’m sitting in one of those old movie theaters.
gray Sundays
My children of the corn lazing about on their favorite window. A bunch of philistines if ever I saw one.
Ahhhhh. Lazy Sundays are best when its rainy. Spent the day downtown at the Bayou City Arts Festival helping out at the creative zone making sun prints with HCP. Except, it wasn’t so sunny and so I spent a few hours watching the clouds descend upon the skyscrapers until I could no longer see them in the background. I’m still officially full from eating at Feast yesterday and I just realized that by ordering pork cheeks and pork stomach for dinner meant that I was eating fat all night long. Hope this weather stays though. I heart cardigan season!
little boxes, little boxes
The photos from my very first pinhole camera, which is basically a box with a whole lotta black tape around it. It was difficult to figure out the exposure time for the images, but I guessed as best as I could, and some of the images came out pretty awesome! Plus, we were shooting directly onto paper and not film, so the details aren’t too amazing, but I like the ghost-like qaulity in some of the images. It looks like there’s hardly anyone at the Menil Park, but it was a very busy weekend.
This is me and Frazier King lurking behind the plants like creeps, waiting and waiting. Most of the exposures in the shade took nine to twelve minutes.
The resulting image from the photo session seen above. I had fogging issues with the film holder or else that flamingo would have looked so badass.
A neighboring house as seen from the balcony.
White heart shaped leaves
Success! A very good exposure! Although, Craig had to help me, and this was after I realized my fogging problem. I feel like a six year old kid right about now.
An old magnolia tree. I heart magnolias.
This was part of a triptych experiment I was trying to pull off with Nathalie and Howard. There’s supposed to be two other photos to complete the scene, like a panoramic, but we failed to figure out the measurements to place the camera at an angle that would give us that big picture. And so, we all ended up with the same tree in out photos. Practice always makes perfect, I suppose.
Empty bench by the Menil.
A grove of trees in a little courtyard that is part of the Menil wing. I saw two lovebird finches land in front of me as I sat there and watched. Sweet.
And ALAS! The piece de resistance that epically failed. The fingerprints does add to the eerie-ness of the photo though, which I like.
a Chinese Nationalist in the woods
In his East Meets West series, Tseng Kwong Chi dons a Mao uniform bought at a second hand thrift store and photographs himself in front of national and well known landmarks. In most of the images, he stands impassive and stiff in front of these landmarks, like an out of place tourist. It may just be that he is being satirical, mocking the notion of the “tourist,” or because you can see the shutter release cable in most of the images, the artificiality of the photograph itself. I find, in my most favorite of his photographs from the series, a more melancholy feeling overall and the surrender to the Sublime of the surrounding landscape that is most reminiscent of Caspar David Friedrich’s Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog. And sigh. Square photography. I heart you.
a fine delicacy
Gabriela de la Mora. You might want to adjust your monitor screen settings for this one. The images can be tough to see since they are actually made out of fine human and synthetic hair. Even in person, I had a hard time seeing the images. If I blinked, a line would fade into white. But, these are really quite beautiful pieces. I especially love his Memoria III series, in which he incorporates computer generated images of each member’s skull and hair pieces of their signature and fingerprints.
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