Thursday, June 30, 2005
Happy Japan! Happy Family! by ARAI Shin-ichi
Happy Japan! Happy Family! by ARAI Shin-ichi
Happy Japan! Happy Family! by ARAI Shin-ichi2
Happy Japan! Happy Family! by ARAI Shin-ichi3
Douglas�Gordon exhibition
Douglas�Gordon exhibition
what have i done? 2 guilty lisson between darkness and light monster 30 secs sheeps and goats exhibitions mediekunstnet artnet double vision articles new work janmot smithsonian interview moderna interview links
what have i done? 2 guilty lisson between darkness and light monster 30 secs sheeps and goats exhibitions mediekunstnet artnet double vision articles new work janmot smithsonian interview moderna interview links
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
connect draw remix
Face transformer image upload
Sword Swallowing X-rays
Graham Dolphin
Cremaster Fanatic - the Matthew Barney fan site
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Storm Models
BADLOVER & HYSTERIA IBERIKA - 6/27/2005 11:34:26 PM
belle de jour
book
belledejour
belledejour
"lundi 19 juillet
It's that time of year again.The exes-writing-letters time of year.My previous amours are divided in two camps - those who stay friends, and those who disappear. And every year around this time a few of the disappeared make themselves known again with the casual 'oh, I just thought I'd drop you a note' email.In the years before email, this was difficult to do. Ringing someone up revealed that you'd saved the number after the breakup, or worse - that you'd gone to the effort to find the new number. Now the investigation barrier has been lowered and I can expect a flurry of electronic missives from mid-June to mid-July.So far I have heard from the Asian fellow who was raised on a farm, the odd quiet guy with the cool tattoo, and the long drink of water my housemate wrote short stories about.Personally, I prefer to know about them without their knowing about me. To Google someone or look them up in 192.com or Friends Reunited, but not make myself known. To satisfy my curiosity without instigating awkward conversation. Though if someone makes the effort to contact me, it's difficult not to respond. There was one two years ago who dropped me a note; we now communicate regularly and I even spent a holiday with him last year. It was nice, rediscovering at a distance of time what I had liked about him in the first place without the pressure of couplehood. But he was an exception. Most of the time I keep schtum.The surprise this year? All of the exes are writing to let me know they're married. Do they expect gifts or something?"
It's that time of year again.The exes-writing-letters time of year.My previous amours are divided in two camps - those who stay friends, and those who disappear. And every year around this time a few of the disappeared make themselves known again with the casual 'oh, I just thought I'd drop you a note' email.In the years before email, this was difficult to do. Ringing someone up revealed that you'd saved the number after the breakup, or worse - that you'd gone to the effort to find the new number. Now the investigation barrier has been lowered and I can expect a flurry of electronic missives from mid-June to mid-July.So far I have heard from the Asian fellow who was raised on a farm, the odd quiet guy with the cool tattoo, and the long drink of water my housemate wrote short stories about.Personally, I prefer to know about them without their knowing about me. To Google someone or look them up in 192.com or Friends Reunited, but not make myself known. To satisfy my curiosity without instigating awkward conversation. Though if someone makes the effort to contact me, it's difficult not to respond. There was one two years ago who dropped me a note; we now communicate regularly and I even spent a holiday with him last year. It was nice, rediscovering at a distance of time what I had liked about him in the first place without the pressure of couplehood. But he was an exception. Most of the time I keep schtum.The surprise this year? All of the exes are writing to let me know they're married. Do they expect gifts or something?"
Belle de Jour
Bill Henson - Untitled, 1992 - 1995 - Roslyn Oxley9 Gallery
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Internet Archive: Details: Prelinger Twice A Night
video: The Body Project - becca jones star
Crying, while eating
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
our eyes_photography
Toes. Lots of toes.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
mark sink
M. Briquette - My body is my paintbrush.
charley case - peanut
angels margarit/cia. mudances
Sunday, June 19, 2005
4 inches
4 inches heidi klum kate moss tatjana patitz aimee mulins yasmin le bon carmen electra kelis elle mcpherson malia jones victoria beckham rebecca romijn stamos nicky hilton pam anderson_1 pam anderson_2Clothing for chickens
Helmut Newton: The Lost Photos : Radar Online
reciprocal space by ruairiglynn
Project: "a physical space that responds to the actions of it's inhabitants creating Bio-Feedback Loops
movie
lodox statscan
exactitudes
exactitudes.nl
rotterdam-based photographer ari versluis and stylist ellie uyttenbroek have worked together since october 1994. this is the thing
rotterdam-based photographer ari versluis and stylist ellie uyttenbroek have worked together since october 1994. this is the thing
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Julian Beever
Him, Her - by timo palonen
Him, Her
Him, Her BY TIMO PALONEN
Him
It's Friday night, I'm off to the bar just around the corner
My only thought is to get laid
or at least get drunk.
Straight to the counter
beer or cider
light up a smoke
relaxed pose
check out the place.
Over there, that one is mine.
But I won't move, just a quick flirt or a glance
trying to make eye contact.
A friend of mine with the same sort of ideas arrives
I point out my target.
He looks,
nods,
moistens his lips,
smiles approvingly.
Half way through the second pint
I've made eye contact.
She didn't turn away
our eyes meet again and again,
evaluating.
I wonder what she thinks of me?
Her
Oh fuck, what a moron
Him
A long look
She must be interested in me.
She's getting up,
coming this way,
did I score already?
Her
I need to pee
Him
No, she's passing me by
(oh, what a demanding perfume)
Well, okay, oh, okay . . .
I'll say something to her when she comes back.
What's taking her so long?
Her
Wanna bet
that he'll try to
to get in my pants when I return
Him
"You must be the most beautiful thing here tonight"
Her
Right.
"Hi, thanks"
Him
"Can I offer you a drink?"
Here we go,
I'll score all right!
Her
"Ok"
If nothing else,
I can get shitfaced for free
Him
I talk, talk, talk, talk.
I flatter,
I inquire.
I'm as interested in her as I can possibly be.
I even try to remember something she has said.
I try to make a good impression
I quote witty sounding lines from records.
Her
Learned lines,
memorized wittiness
Him
I'm making a good impression,
she'll never forget me.
My charm and my wit
will knock her pants off.
I buy her drink after drink
trying to get her drunk.
I drink some
not too much though.
(But godddddddddamn!
She has the biggest pair of
eyes
I have ever seen.
Eyes like that . . .
I could watch them the rest of my life)
Her
Wow . . .
he shut up!
Why is he just staring?
Him
Goddddddddddamn it!
Hopefully she didn't notice
I lost track there.
She really is nice looking piece of god's work.
Her
I just hope that
he is better in bed
than talking
Him
When the final call draws closer
I'm starting to hint
"My place, yes? Hmm?
My place?"
Her
Oh well
I think I have to make do with him
It's too late to find anybody
better
Besides . . .
I'm just too wasted
Bet I puke in the morning.
Him
I try to hide my excitement
I just do the last call
Her
"If we go to my place
I'll pay the cab"
Him
Ooo yeah!
Fucken A!
I can leave afterwards,
after I've gotten what I want
I don't need to watch my lay
No awkward moments
No need to clean up
I just can get dressed and go.
I nod to my friend as we leave.
He's still working on his skin
Her
About time to get out.
I was getting sick
I guide him to the next taxi stand
Not the nearest one.
I want to clear my head.
Him
I have never felt this way before.
She just took my hand
and I got hard
I have never felt this way before.
Her
Bet that in the cab line he kisses me
Him
Quite a line
I think I dare
I think I dare
I kiss her
Straight on the lips
Without hesitation
Her
Right
Him
In the cab
I ease my hand
under her blouse
Give the cabbie a show
Her
Right
Him
To the suburbs
Quite a long ride
Quite a big fee
It would have been cheaper
to go to my place
Won't say anything
she's cost me enough for the time being.
But she'll be worth it
I know.
In the elevator
I squeeze her butt
Her
Right
Maybe I should offer him something
A beer
Not wine
Him
I drown a half of it
(I just can not get it
I would like to see her again after this night
I have never felt this way before)
xxxxxxxxxxx
Her
He was better talking
Him
That was great.
Really great.
I bet I was the best she has ever had,
maybe I could stay the rest of the night.
Do it again
in the morning
I could get it up again
in the morning
Her
"Not tonight
no"
(Go away)
My parents are coming
in the morning
(Just go away)
Him
Ok . . . .
Where's my coat?
Where's my shoe?
"But hey!
Could we meet again?
I really would like to!
We could go
for a bite
to see a movie
It would all be on me.
I would pay it all!
Hey really!
You are pretty!
You are nice!
You are beautiful!
We'd look good together!
Hey what do you s-"
Oh, she closed the door already.
Her
Oh GOD!
He went
god, what a wanker.
obviously he was
starting to like me.
It was
a mistake
to bring him here.
Hopefully he was too drunk to remember
Where I live.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Back in the bedroom
she digs in the drawer
out comes a pocket knife.
She carves
yet another notch
into the wooden bedpost.
© Timo Palonen
Him, Her BY TIMO PALONEN
Him
It's Friday night, I'm off to the bar just around the corner
My only thought is to get laid
or at least get drunk.
Straight to the counter
beer or cider
light up a smoke
relaxed pose
check out the place.
Over there, that one is mine.
But I won't move, just a quick flirt or a glance
trying to make eye contact.
A friend of mine with the same sort of ideas arrives
I point out my target.
He looks,
nods,
moistens his lips,
smiles approvingly.
Half way through the second pint
I've made eye contact.
She didn't turn away
our eyes meet again and again,
evaluating.
I wonder what she thinks of me?
Her
Oh fuck, what a moron
Him
A long look
She must be interested in me.
She's getting up,
coming this way,
did I score already?
Her
I need to pee
Him
No, she's passing me by
(oh, what a demanding perfume)
Well, okay, oh, okay . . .
I'll say something to her when she comes back.
What's taking her so long?
Her
Wanna bet
that he'll try to
to get in my pants when I return
Him
"You must be the most beautiful thing here tonight"
Her
Right.
"Hi, thanks"
Him
"Can I offer you a drink?"
Here we go,
I'll score all right!
Her
"Ok"
If nothing else,
I can get shitfaced for free
Him
I talk, talk, talk, talk.
I flatter,
I inquire.
I'm as interested in her as I can possibly be.
I even try to remember something she has said.
I try to make a good impression
I quote witty sounding lines from records.
Her
Learned lines,
memorized wittiness
Him
I'm making a good impression,
she'll never forget me.
My charm and my wit
will knock her pants off.
I buy her drink after drink
trying to get her drunk.
I drink some
not too much though.
(But godddddddddamn!
She has the biggest pair of
eyes
I have ever seen.
Eyes like that . . .
I could watch them the rest of my life)
Her
Wow . . .
he shut up!
Why is he just staring?
Him
Goddddddddddamn it!
Hopefully she didn't notice
I lost track there.
She really is nice looking piece of god's work.
Her
I just hope that
he is better in bed
than talking
Him
When the final call draws closer
I'm starting to hint
"My place, yes? Hmm?
My place?"
Her
Oh well
I think I have to make do with him
It's too late to find anybody
better
Besides . . .
I'm just too wasted
Bet I puke in the morning.
Him
I try to hide my excitement
I just do the last call
Her
"If we go to my place
I'll pay the cab"
Him
Ooo yeah!
Fucken A!
I can leave afterwards,
after I've gotten what I want
I don't need to watch my lay
No awkward moments
No need to clean up
I just can get dressed and go.
I nod to my friend as we leave.
He's still working on his skin
Her
About time to get out.
I was getting sick
I guide him to the next taxi stand
Not the nearest one.
I want to clear my head.
Him
I have never felt this way before.
She just took my hand
and I got hard
I have never felt this way before.
Her
Bet that in the cab line he kisses me
Him
Quite a line
I think I dare
I think I dare
I kiss her
Straight on the lips
Without hesitation
Her
Right
Him
In the cab
I ease my hand
under her blouse
Give the cabbie a show
Her
Right
Him
To the suburbs
Quite a long ride
Quite a big fee
It would have been cheaper
to go to my place
Won't say anything
she's cost me enough for the time being.
But she'll be worth it
I know.
In the elevator
I squeeze her butt
Her
Right
Maybe I should offer him something
A beer
Not wine
Him
I drown a half of it
(I just can not get it
I would like to see her again after this night
I have never felt this way before)
xxxxxxxxxxx
Her
He was better talking
Him
That was great.
Really great.
I bet I was the best she has ever had,
maybe I could stay the rest of the night.
Do it again
in the morning
I could get it up again
in the morning
Her
"Not tonight
no"
(Go away)
My parents are coming
in the morning
(Just go away)
Him
Ok . . . .
Where's my coat?
Where's my shoe?
"But hey!
Could we meet again?
I really would like to!
We could go
for a bite
to see a movie
It would all be on me.
I would pay it all!
Hey really!
You are pretty!
You are nice!
You are beautiful!
We'd look good together!
Hey what do you s-"
Oh, she closed the door already.
Her
Oh GOD!
He went
god, what a wanker.
obviously he was
starting to like me.
It was
a mistake
to bring him here.
Hopefully he was too drunk to remember
Where I live.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Back in the bedroom
she digs in the drawer
out comes a pocket knife.
She carves
yet another notch
into the wooden bedpost.
© Timo Palonen
Cynthia Plaster Caster
The Official Cynthia Plaster Caster Website
plaster caster film
Transcribed Interview (Nov 27, 1997)
Real Video Interview (Nov 27, 1997 - 6 Min.)
Real Audio Interview (Nov 27, 1997 - 26 Min.)
plaster caster film
Transcribed Interview (Nov 27, 1997)
Real Video Interview (Nov 27, 1997 - 6 Min.)
Real Audio Interview (Nov 27, 1997 - 26 Min.)
Saturday, June 11, 2005
EXTREMELY RARE DAMIEN HIRST REPLICA(Ends Jun-01-05 13:03:07 PDT)
radar 1 channel4 white cube site detroit mona
Damien Hirst - The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living 1991 
away from the flock
clivearrowsmithlinus moke
Manifestacion Ciclonudista
ciclonudista 
world naked bike ride
naturist society
naturist family network 
internaturally 
nudist explorerWednesday, June 08, 2005
SZYDLOWSKI - vêtu de nu | bekleidete nacke | dressed naked
Monday, June 06, 2005
Kuvataideakatemia
2005
tanel saar
taje tross
kati ruohomäki : aivan kuin kaikki muutkin (nainen)
pauliina pesonen : lumen
alejandro pedregal : enlightenment
sini pelkki : fountain
marjaterttu harri : +10kg +30kg +50kg
terike haapoja : in and out of time
kaisa jussila : se mitä jäljelle jää
antti leppänen
sami van ingen : fokuscreator
2004
topias kaikkonen (still-kuva videosta)
andrei baharev
johanna ropponen : runkkailen triptyykki kertoo suomalaisesta saavuttamattoman kaipuusta
tuomas räsänen
joonas salusjärvi : yksityiskohta installaatiosta
hanna timonen
markus perälä : 'oma kuva'
antti oikarinen : nimetön. yksityiskohta suuremmasta kokonaisuudesta.
frida hultcrantz : 'see you'
vappu rossi : sarjasta luonteva hiljaisuus
perttu saksa : nimetön sarjasta ultimate fighters.
2003
aaron rantanen
anna karlkvist rieloff
marko karpow
panu jauhiainen
ACADEMY OF FINE ARTS
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TEL. - 358-9-680 33 20 or 680 33 210
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.Melissa P., sur Kataweb | Incontri con gli autori
interview about the new book, "L'odore del tuo respiro" ("the scent of your breath") in italian, with melissa reading a small part of the book. here
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Cento colpi di spazzola prima di andare a dormire (Fazi editore, 2003) pp. 143 - € 9,50 Isbn: 88-8112-425-4
L'odore del tuo respiro (Fazi editore, 2005)
L'odore del tuo respiro (Fazi editore, 2005)
Friday, June 03, 2005
themakeupgallery
{Gum Blondes}
bob coulter - Bad Girls Hotel
page 1 page 2 page 3 page 4 page 5 page 6 page 7 page 8 page 9 page 10 page 11 page 12 page 13 page 14 page 15 page 16 page 17 page 18 page 19 page 20 page 21
Thursday, June 02, 2005
ASCII Art Ensemble - deep.ASCII
hit me
rebecca horn - pencil mask
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.suicide girls hanged on the wall of MOMA
.toys ' n odd stuff
Hunter S. Thompson
. 