A Room for London
This is absolutely wonderful — Jacques Lacan, psychoanalyst, philosopher, mack-daddy, speaking at a packed-out French auditorium, 1971. I’d just say “watch it” because of the exquisite Godard-y SINCERITY of the whole documentary presentation, and how it takes an astonishing left turn about 21 minutes in. A revolutionary student interrupts the flow: a proper soap-dodging, Jagger-lipped kid with a lot to say. How Lacan and then the crowd responds is utterly cool. The whole affair is theatrical, civilised, intellectual.
(Source: Openculture.com)
I don’t even know where to begin.
Having been obsessed with Negronis I invented one you can eat. Quinoa and grains cooked in orange and Campari; spiced cod steamed in vermouth.
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Paington, April 2012.
Bethnal Green Road, Sunday 22 April 2012
Since that amazing band The New Aesthetics had their first stadium gig, everyone’s been doing their own review. I’d consciously decided not to weigh in other than to human beings, and then only while in the same room; but comments from Michael from Artangel forced me to crystalise the form of words I use to describe it.
So, for no reason other than an exercise in simplicity in description, and with no more than a suggestion of implication, here are three more takes. Because the world needs them.
… playful one-upmanship on The Machines, imaging how they see the world and making art or design out of it …
[and if machines are people too, y’know, then]
… playful collaboration with The Machines, where The Artists suggest The Machines are capable of—and invited to—the retention of moral rights in elements of their work …
[and if The Singularity gives you a shit-fit]
… art or design that incorporates in its meaning the artefacts of the digital tools used to make it in the first place.
It’s true. Although I have been publishing for—well, way too long—recently a combination of deprecated web services, defacatory publishing software and daily.co.uk turned my URL into a shocking embarrassment. So. Here we are. A fresh slate. Somewhere to curate. The same as everyone else.