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Mama Zeppelin, and baby.  accidental mysteries - Lighter Than Air

Mama Zeppelin, and baby.  accidental mysteries - Lighter Than Air

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Nan Goldin
Charlotte Gainsbourg photographed at Le Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature
LizaCorbett/New York Times

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Nan Goldin

Charlotte Gainsbourg photographed at Le Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature

LizaCorbett/New York Times

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R.B. Kitaj on Walter Benjamin
The Autumn of Central Paris (after Walter Benjamin) (1972/1973)
Dear Benjamin is now a truly chewed over cultural spectre, not least in art writing. I started to chew on him myself in the late sixties after having fallen upon him, before the deluge, in a publication of the Leo Baeck Institute. His wonderful and difficult montage, pressing together quickening tableaux from texts and from a disjunct world, were called citations by a disciple of his who also conceded that the picture puzzle distinguished everything he wrote. His personality began to speak to the painter in me the adventure of his addiction to fragment life, the allusive and incomplete nature of his work (Gestapo at his heels) had slowly formed up into one of those heterodox legacies upon which I like to stake my own dubious art claims against better judgements of how one is permitted to burden the crazy drama of painting. When I first showed this picture, a reviewer even began his attack by choking on the title, which he said I’d stolen from a sociological treatise having nothing to do with Benjamin. The critic was dead right. Benjamin thrills me in no small measure because he does not cohere, and beautifully. He was one of those lonely few who lived out Flaubert’s instruction: “Not to resemble one’s neighbor; that is everything. A lot of people, a whole lot of artists would wish for that, I think, but it eludes us more than we imagine it does. His angry neighbors drove him to kill himself in that very Autumn Of 1940 which saw the Fall of France and in which I’ve set this picture. some of my working notes for which follow below. I feel I ought to apologise for this type of painting because it’s such a rouged and puerile reflection upon such vivid personality, but maybe I won’t (apologise); maybe a painter who snips off a length of picture from the flawed scroll which is ever depicting the train of his interest, as Benjamin did, may put a daemon spirit like Benjamin in the picture. (more notes from Kitaj)

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R.B. Kitaj on Walter Benjamin

The Autumn of Central Paris (after Walter Benjamin) (1972/1973)

Dear Benjamin is now a truly chewed over cultural spectre, not least in art writing. I started to chew on him myself in the late sixties after having fallen upon him, before the deluge, in a publication of the Leo Baeck Institute. His wonderful and difficult montage, pressing together quickening tableaux from texts and from a disjunct world, were called citations by a disciple of his who also conceded that the picture puzzle distinguished everything he wrote. His personality began to speak to the painter in me the adventure of his addiction to fragment life, the allusive and incomplete nature of his work (Gestapo at his heels) had slowly formed up into one of those heterodox legacies upon which I like to stake my own dubious art claims against better judgements of how one is permitted to burden the crazy drama of painting. When I first showed this picture, a reviewer even began his attack by choking on the title, which he said I’d stolen from a sociological treatise having nothing to do with Benjamin. The critic was dead right. Benjamin thrills me in no small measure because he does not cohere, and beautifully. He was one of those lonely few who lived out Flaubert’s instruction: “Not to resemble one’s neighbor; that is everything. A lot of people, a whole lot of artists would wish for that, I think, but it eludes us more than we imagine it does. His angry neighbors drove him to kill himself in that very Autumn Of 1940 which saw the Fall of France and in which I’ve set this picture. some of my working notes for which follow below. I feel I ought to apologise for this type of painting because it’s such a rouged and puerile reflection upon such vivid personality, but maybe I won’t (apologise); maybe a painter who snips off a length of picture from the flawed scroll which is ever depicting the train of his interest, as Benjamin did, may put a daemon spirit like Benjamin in the picture. (more notes from Kitaj)

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Georgiana Berkeley, Anonyme
Vue d’un hall de gare avec cinq portraits, trois femmes et deux hommes
entre 1860 et 1870
photocollage : épreuve sur papier albuminé, aquarelle, encre
musée d’Orsay, Paris, France
©photo musée d’Orsay / rmn

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Georgiana Berkeley, Anonyme

Vue d’un hall de gare avec cinq portraits, trois femmes et deux hommes

entre 1860 et 1870

photocollage : épreuve sur papier albuminé, aquarelle, encre

musée d’Orsay, Paris, France

©photo musée d’Orsay / rmn

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“More human than human” is our motto 
Dreams of Postmodernism and Thoughts of Mortality
Blade Runner (Ridley Scott,1982)

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“More human than human” is our motto

Dreams of Postmodernism and Thoughts of Mortality

Blade Runner (Ridley Scott,1982)

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Bobby Womack California Dreamin’

outro by Bob Dylan from Theme Time Radio Hour/California

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La Coquille et le Clergyman (Germaine Dulac,1928)
[The Seashell and the Clergyman] is so cryptic as to be almost meaningless. If there is a meaning, it is doubtless objectionable. -British Board Of Film Censors
The Importance of Being a Film Author: Germaine Dulac and Female Authorship

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La Coquille et le Clergyman (Germaine Dulac,1928)

[The Seashell and the Clergyman] is so cryptic as to be almost meaningless. If there is a meaning, it is doubtless objectionable. -British Board Of Film Censors

The Importance of Being a Film Author: Germaine Dulac and Female Authorship

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