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Hello, I Like You

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LAURENT GIRARD: Statues of Central Park Robert Burns Photograph (c)Laurent Girard /All Rights Reserved The Falconer Photograph (c)Laurent Girard /All Rights Reserved Sir Walter Scott Photograph (c)Laurent Girard /All Rights Reserved Group of BearsPhotograph (c)Laurent Girard /All Rights Reserved Indian Hunter Three Dancing MaidensPhotograph (c)Laurent Girard /All Rights Reserved The Angel of the WatersPhotograph (c)Laurent Girard /All Rights Reserved Taking photographs since the age of 12, French born Laurent Girard has been one of the world's most sought-after master black and white printers for decades. Procreate - Creativity, has no bounds. Get the picture? Art in the brain of the beholder - 17 July 2012 Read full article Continue reading page |1|2|3 "My child could have done that!" Wrong – neuroaesthetics is starting to show us why abstract art can be so beguiling STANDING in front of Jackson Pollock's Summertime: Number 9A one day, I was struck by an unfamiliar feeling. It was my road-to-Damascus moment - the first time a piece of abstract art had stirred my emotions. Since then, I have come to appreciate the work of many more modern artists, who express varying levels of abstraction in their work, in particular the great Piet Mondrian, Paul Klee, and contemporary artist Hiroshi Sugimoto. Little did I know that researchers have already started to address this question. The studies are part of an emerging discipline called neuroaesthetics, founded just over 10 years ago by Semir Zeki of University College London. Could the same approach tell us anything about the controversial pieces that began to emerge from the tail end of Impressionism more than 100 years ago? Chimp or Rothko?

182, Haruki Murakami The author at his jazz club, Peter Cat, in 1978. Haruki Murakami is not only arguably the most experimental Japanese novelist to have been translated into English, he is also the most popular, with sales in the millions worldwide. His greatest novels inhabit the liminal zone between realism and fable, whodunit and science fiction: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, for example, features a protagonist who is literally of two minds, and The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, perhaps his best-known work outside of Japan, begins prosaically—as a man’s search for his missing wife—then quietly mutates into the strangest hybrid narrative since Laurence Sterne’s Tristram Shandy. Murakami was born in 1949 in Kyoto, Japan’s ancient capital, to a middle-class family with a vested interest in the national culture: his father was a teacher of Japanese literature, his grandfather a Buddhist monk. My style, what I think of as my style, is very close to Hard-Boiled Wonderland. That’s right. Right.

Blog - Page 1 - King Brown King brown Launch in NYC Posted by: Cleo on the 4th of December, 2015, 1 comment Posted in: kingbrown, launch, new york city It's going down, December 18 & 19 in New York City! Bitetime journal and exhibition Posted by: Ian Mutch on the 30th of August, 2015, 65 comments Posted in: Melbourne, exhibition, publication, zine, ian mutch Solo exhibition by Ian Mutch at 2A/127 Greville Street Prahran. New Walls by Yok and Sheryo at Coney Island Posted by: Yok on the 13th of July, 2015, 31 comments Posted in: yok, sheryo, the yok, street art, Coney Island Art Walls This June we were invited by Jeffrey Deitch to participate in the Coney Island Art walls in Brooklyn NY, alongside a talented roster of artists including, Futura, Crash, How and Nosm and many more. Cosmic Dread - Sean Morris Posted by: Ian Mutch on the 12th of May, 2015, 160 comments Posted in: Exhibition, Sean Morris, Melbourne A little teaser from walls completed at ALL FRESCO 2015 in Auckland, New Zealand. Askew One by Route52 Xoe Hall

Shameless Stealing of Other People's Work - 日志 - Tyler - 个人中心_Confucius Institute Online|网络孔子学院 Credit where credit is due: I think I'm the scholar, but I don't wear glasses. The funny thing is, I could put at least one 汉语桥选手 in each category! The Playa' Parents Nouveau Riche 2nd Gen. Worker Scholar Culture Nut Pervert Effeminate Obsessive-compulsive Teenager trying way too hard to suck up to girls. Free food! Or, freedom. FORTY tintypes on the Behance Network I have a tintype portrait studio called Photobooth, on Valencia Street in San Francisco. Over the past year, I've had about 3500 people come through the door, sit in front of the camera and have their portrait made. Some of them came looking for me and some just wandered in and asked what we were doing there. Either way, I do not choose who I photograph, and I like the exercise of being constantly confronted with new people and having to figure out what I find interesting about them. I prepare each tintype plate by hand and make a single exposure of each person (occasionally two, if I make a mistake). The tintype is processed immediately so the subject can walk out the door with it about 15 minutes later. There's a short video at the bottom of this page (made by the good folks at Cool Hunting), that shows our shop and explains how the process works.

An 18-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From August, 1969 Friday, August 1, 1969 I got to sleep at about 3. I went to the airport with Grandpa, a harrowing experience. The plane was so late — it was supposed to come in at 10, they didn’t get down till after 11:30 a.m. Connie Fishman took a sleeping Jeffrey and a tired me home at about 12. Today I stayed in the back and watched soap operas with Grandma and Grandpa. Saturday, August 2, 1969 I was tired today. Sunday, August 3, 1969 I got up very late today — 10:30. Monday, August 4, 1969 Today was a nasty day. Tuesday, August 5, 1969 I’ve been on the telephone all night. Wednesday, August 6, 1969 I got up my nerve and went to Manhattan today. Thursday, August 7, 1969 I never got to sleep last night. Friday, August 8, 1969 I slept fairly well, T.G. Saturday, August 9, 1969 I got a letter from Eugene this morning. Sunday, August 10, 1969 I got up about 8:30. Monday, August 11, 1969 I finished City of Night. Tuesday, August 12, 1969 Last night Mom & I had a long talk. Wednesday, August 13, 1969

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