Category Archives: pop culture and technology

Are going to the party?

Whenever i choose to go out in public with friends (mostly just to keep myself from becoming a goblin) i always end up having a great time because of them. However, the whole process of meeting people that will probably never share anything besides a few blurred sentences; dressing a certain way to complement the caged arena; head-bobbing/bouncing to a song that loops the off-key voice of a lady that may/may not be under the spell of an auto-tune; all the while im trying to consume as much alcohol as possible to ease awkward eye-contact sequences with my bartender…yeaa, that process just doesn’t appeal to me.
Lindsay Scoggins has actually simplified this whole process through a range of edited/juxtaposed mammals in her video “party animals”; which serves as the promo for the contemporary art show curated by her as well. This girl is a pro at beat-editing, and quite the master of contemporary satirical content. Check out her YouTube channel if you haven’t done so already.

***Also, many thanxs to Jay for introducing me to the term “goblin”; which i will shamelessly abuse in future posts***

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almost effortlessly..


“It has to do with the surface of both, which at the end becomes erased, or more erased. Before that, they were richer, full of things. Uglier, but more precise maybe”
-Gerhard Richter

When I think of really intense sensations, like experiencing a moment of pure bliss, or feeling deeply connected to someone else’s understanding of these emotions; I find my head lurking visually for a spot filled with tranquility. Not charged with busy backgrounds, or strong statements, but instead a spot within monotoned and saturated images that contains very little color. Probably one of the reasons to detest most pop art and modern photography is the abusive use of color to convey emotion. I find this so incredibly forced, when it should look almost effortlessly. I caught myself completely falling for this track visually, like the first time I experienced a Gerhard Richter painting up close. Richter’s technique can be found remarkably perfected in Blakes video. Blurred, erased, focused in some areas, but overall revealing a main purpose/intent. I get completely lost in these images, almost effortlessly.


A wilhelm scream is a stock sound effect used in hollywood movies (for ex: a coyote howl, hooting owl, lightning and thunder)

WE OWN THE SKY

This year has been an incredible source of inspiration for myself, and i believe also my surroundings. Living life in the present moment, not worrying about things that can be solved through intangible purchases or monetary exchange. The personal bonds we’ve built along the lines of this fickle life will be what is carried on to the next. In 2011, i plan on making these already built foundations into the tall and solid skyscrapers they are. I will remember this year as the wind that changed my path; a path that has proven to be/will be, nothing short of incredible. With that conclusion, I leave you all with my warmest regards and wishes for paving/changing your very own path in 2011, make it a memorable one.

“We Own The Sky” By M83. Directed by Alex Takacs and Joe Nankin of Young Replicant. D.Photog. Adam Kauper. A perfect blend of imaginative cinematography and special effects portraying life as we know it; full of emotions, ups and downs, climaxes and tribulations.

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“One of he most powerful visions I have experienced was the first photograph of the earth from outer space. The image of a blue planet floating in deep space, glowing like the full moon on a clear night, brought home powerfully to me the recognition that we are indeed all members of a single family – sharing one little house.”
-Dalai Lama ( Tenzin Gyatso )

A friend recently posted this quote on the almighty social networking monster that is facebook and it really got my brain buzzing. I don’t remember the last time i experienced something of such oracular magnitude. Which brings me to my next point, our human spirit has in lots of ways decreased in value. Our popular culture has such convenient accessibility to geography without distance, history without time, value without weight, transactions without cash; that in turn, it has dematerialized anything with true value. The human element, for instance; its in this day and age considered a replaceable object.
The capital leading interests of our generation seem to be: forcing up productivity, and shedding as many unprofitable tasks as possible, which in turn has delaminated the only constant thing we posses; the human spirit. We want more, more, and more of what isn’t truly fulfilling/important. Yes, facebook condenses time like no other living/breathing thing by bringing you real-time updates on whether/not your neighbor went to work this morning, and if he did, how much traffic is he encountering, or where he checked in to have his 2 o’ clock coffee. But can all of these replace the value of a vis-à-vis human conversation?
Unlike the perplexing experience one would encounter on a trip to the moon involving all human senses, we are now experiencing things through the palm of our hands; introducing a false experience through new and improved fabricated senses. I posted Eskmo’s most recent video, animated by artist CYRIAK. This guy is truly a hidden manic gem in the animation world. He uses everything from hindu connotations to capitalist and surrealist mario world politics. The song itself is short and simple, with a beat that could make cows tip over. In many ways, i feel the artist expresses his frustration through repetition. Like Eskimo’s sound-hacked simple statement “we got more”, CYRIAK’s animation is simple but powerful enough to compose a valid statement.

“Hello, I am Cyriak from 100 years into the future, where I have been exhumed and sent backwards in time via cyberspace in order to welcome you to the unabridged contents of my brain-damaged imagination”
CYRIAK

A City Tale


Click on photo to navigate through the site.

I finally got around to uploading some of the work i’ve produced this year. This particular piece was created in dreamweaver with all original images taken with a 35mm film camera and altered in photoshop to fit the interactive process. This is a true story told through broken sentences and linked words. Initially, I wanted to include some flash elements and animations, but since it is my first time interweaving CSS/Flash, i did not want to ruin the story by adding elements that would complicate my existence.
Navigate through it intuitively, have fun with it; there are no right/wrong ways to click about. The words all link to a final conclusion, so rest assure you will find your way home. By clicking on the “X” red tinted icon, you will go back to one of the main pages. With that stated, i will post the entire story below and let you have fun with the interaction.

A City Tale:

We had been walking for quite sometime now, when I mentioned how amazingly coherent and in sync the sounds of this city were. Sirens matched the beat to a background hip-hop song that played on the involuntary movements of a 60-year-old woman, who seemed so fragile yet full of life and personality.
For some reason none of us cared to pick up our cell phones in hopes that any of our friends knew how to direct us back to the apartment via smoke signals. We didn’t care that we’d been lost for almost an hour now, what kept us walking and wondering was her; the city. Like a giant magnet; it felt as if she was directing us towards wherever she wanted us.
It didn’t take us much time to find it. It was welcoming us from a block away, calling our names subconsciously in hopes that we’d listen. As we got close, the colorful vibrations seemed to almost ooze out of the cracked stones. Even the outside greeted our arrival with a giant multi-colored flag, like we were the day’s very own special guests. It couldn’t be ignored; the shouting energy and warm welcoming just led us straight inside that old building.
As we began exploring the old moldy place we discovered its peaceful and true origin. In every room there was acceptance paired along that same energy that filled the streets, but instead was compacted here in tiny viewing rooms of vivacity. Acceptance and adoration amidst the atmosphere, everyone enclosed in a tiny space sharing stories of the outside world and their tough exteriors.
We encountered a couple of older men sitting on a Victorian bench, deciphering what new products the supermarket had now put out to confuse them as customers. He spoke highly of New York, with the occasional curse word of course. Playing the role of well-mannered strangers, we butted in the conversation and I shared with him my thoughts on living in the city, and how I believed New Yorkers didn’t really have time to stop and smell the roses. Of course, leave it to me to spark up an argument about this as we were sitting in a gardened back yard, a little slice of miracle in the middle of New York City; with plenty of roses as the living/breathing contradiction. The time finally came, in which it was my duty as part of a much younger and inexperienced generation to give up my argumentative sword by calling it a difference of opinions. If I had only appreciated that moment as much as I did when I was removed from it, most likely I would’ve kept arguing for the sake of keeping the moment alive.
We kept scattering throughout the building and found probably one of the largest rooms in the center. Decorated with thick velvet curtains and wooden floors. Inside that room there was a mirage of collectible instruments, which were, to my surprise, for public use. A sudden urge to inspect the instruments took over our bodies, and a surge of what can only be described as collective synesthesia was felt as the instruments were tampered with. Our minds then drifted so far, we could no longer hear the city.
We realized we had a plane to board in less than two hours. Staring in awe, and simultaneously reminiscent thoughts of what had just occurred turned into a feeling of completeness. An adventure so perfectly unplanned it could only be successful in movie scripts. It’s difficult to put thoughts into words when speaking of New York City. In every corner there are scattered pieces of vital energy that bounce back and forth between strangers. The connections felt in this city will never be understood unless lived, even if for a couple of hours.

The Sandpit

Director Sam O’Hare encapsulates a day in the life of a New Yorker via tilt-shift photography. Scattering about like little ants to push their daily routine buttons ranging from A-Z. Very often, we go about our ways missing the tangible processes that build and layer objects around us to make them function as we know. This film breaks down the performance of a daily routine in a miniature maquette/stop-motion-like movement, so that our eyes are able to adjust properly and focus on dissecting this very process.

Here’s an interview on how this film was made, and the thoughts and ideas which inspired the artist:

It is shot on a Nikon D3 (and one shot on a D80), as a series of stills. I used my Tamron 17-50mm f/2.8 and Sigma 50-150mm f/2.8 lenses for all of these shots. Most were shot at 4fps in DX crop mode, which is the fastest the D3 could continuously write out to the memory card. The boats had slower frame rates, and the night shots used exposures up to two seconds each. […] I shot over 35,000 [stills].

I did some initial tests a while back using a rented 24mm tilt-shift lens, which is the standard way to do this. However, after my tests, I found it made much more sense to do this effect in post, rather than in camera […] The entire shoot was completed in 5 days and two evenings, during the hottest week of August 2009

MY GIRLS

An incredibly explosive combo of 60’s pop art and surrealist adult swim vectors found in squidbillies. I often refer to my generation this way, simply because it describes everything western culture believes in now a days. Everything the lyrics in this song describe, accompanied by nostalgic colors of 60’s delicacy and romanticism of the 70’s; ultimately, that’s what animal collective/contemporary culture thrives to express.

Interview from the NYTimes the band describes the main idea/premise behind this underground bubble gum palace:

“We had this idea of it being, like, a lagoon,” Mr. Weitz said in a restaurant in this upstate New York town, where the band was working on a collaborative project with the filmmaker Danny Perez. “And there’s this concert, and we’re playing underwater in the Merriweather Post Pavilion of that lagoon,” referring to an amphitheater in Columbia, a Baltimore suburb.

“Not deep water, though. Shallow water. Submerged. Like a coral reef.”