Things tagged me:
Boy those DJ's sure look happy don't they?
Here you can see a good example of the dutch "tekno" dance.
Check the girl rocking out at 4:10.
End of June - every year the same procedure… On a former Russian military airfield in the middle of nowhere in the fields of northern Germany FUSION arises, the biggest holiday and party camp all over the place. 4 days of holiday communism is the motto and as such the programme covers it all.
Photo by phogel
Good overview of the camp and my favorite stage:
Rumor was 40k people by sunday.
Remute midnight friday:
Sunday morning, DJ Koze:
That's at Tsukemen Gonroku, a wonderful cold noodle shop, it's 20m left from exit A5 of Ryogku, go visit next time you are in Tokyo.
Went to the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Photography yesterday, and saw two of my favorite photos ever, and a contender for #3. They apparently own an amazing collection, many of my favorites were theirs.
Can't find anything by Keiichirō Gotō online, but his "Displaced History" is my new number 1. Saw a really good print of Bill Brant's "Portrait of Young Girl, Eaton Place, 1955"
The other was from Mario Giacomelli's "There are no hands to caress my face" series, a cropped to a very wide format shot of 3 seminarians compressed from background to foreground looking at a kitten climbing a tree.
Posted to Salon.com.
One of the better introductions to “Zoo” that I have read, though the interview is pretty lame (not the writers fault, heh)
I can understand anybody’s reluctance to engage with the issues raised in “Zoo,” a lovely, subdued film, washed in midnight blue, that flirts with the outer edges of documentary reconstruction and poetic license – and is certain to make you uncomfortable. But much of the outraged response to “Zoo,” almost all of it from people who haven’t seen the film (I heard a lot of this myself, after covering it at Sundance), is based on willful ignorance and incomprehension.
Posted by MANOHLA DARGIS to NYT > Movie Reviews.
“Zoo” is, to a large extent, about the rhetorical uses of beauty. It is, rather more coyly, also about a man who died after having sex with a stallion.
Opening in NYC this week, also a review in the The Village Voice
I hear a rumor that it has been accepted into Cannes, not sure if that means in competition, or what, but pretty crazy anyway.