If the film director Terence Davies didn’t qualify as a master in his own medium (albeit one who has made only a handful of features), it would be tempting to compare him at length with musicians who have made a career out of either discovering nostalgic melodic magic in every corner and cranny of England’s cities, such as Saint Etienne, or ones who never pass up an opportunity to lament the passing of a country that once was unique, such as Morrissey. Read more »
In the (likely?) event that you forgot yesterday was, you know, that big romantic day, then be your own savior and invite your lady friend out on Sunday, February 17th for a night at Poleng Lounge. In all their glam and glory, the designers of MADE Jewelry – Debbie Sheen and Abigail Rivamonte – will be debuting their handmade feminine designs at a reduced price for all the event’s attendees. Read more »
The depiction of war can seem alarmingly passé to the generation removed from it. Death and destruction are a given, and we glibly accept them through the linear narrative of documentaries or the History Channel. Read more »
"Berlin means depravity” begins noted performance scholar Mel Gordon in his Voluptuous Panic: The Erotic World of Weimar Berlin. “Moralists across the widest spectrum of political and spiritual beliefs have condemned by rote this chimerical metropolis as a strange city built on strange soil.” With its iconography of leather ‘n' lace, absinthe, and smarmy zither scores, the early 20th century world of Weimar may seem as far removed as a Grimm Read more »
Any movie that kicks off with a warning to epileptics -- high strobe content ahead! -- is gonna attract a certain lurid interest. Adam Wingard's Pop Skull follows a small-town drug addict (co-writer Lane Hughes) as he lurches from hallucination to barely-tolerable reality; his flash-happy mind often seems garbled from the ghosts of experimental films past. The film's jarring sound design, in particular, owes a lot to the avant-garde. Read more »
Back when I was a young girl, we didn’t have fancy things like condom paperweights. We grew our own food. We walked to school. Barefoot. Uphill both ways. And we carried our goddamned condoms in our pockets. Like normal people. Read more »
The last time I attended an opening at the ATA gallery I saw an enlightening documentary by Kami Chisholm, FtF: Female to Femme, which I almost missed entirely because the gallery entrance was so obscure, furthered by a dark velvet curtain hanging between the door and the packed auditorium.
But the current exhibit, Katie Bush’s provocative pixel exhibition of genital intercourse animation “Unremarkable People Having Sex,” was much easier to spot, as it was being displayed in the right window gallery amidst red velvet drapes and boas. Read more »