25
Nov/09
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Irving Penn: Small Trades 11/24/2009 (Getty Museum)

Milkman (A)
Milkman (A), 1951 (Irving Penn)

Putting on your “Sunday Best” is a fascinating construct that has emerged out of a willingness to show devotion to one’s faith by casting aside the grubby clothes and accoutrements of one’s trade and “clean up” for worship. After all, religions are inundated with rules and restrictions on work, and in the eyes of their leadership, a place of worship is wholly separate from the venues of toil. Irving Penn [wiki], however, decided to flip these notions upside down in his “Small Trades” [Official Getty Site] body of work, currently on display at the Getty Museum. With a grungy, but otherwise neutral tarp as his cathedral, Penn zealously worshipped his subjects, portraying them with an emphatic sense of dignity; Penn’s world is one where a sewer cleaner occupies the same proud high-ground as the chief firefighter, and this sense of pride does not seem alien, but genuine. Next to their pride, their humanity also radiates through the prints, and the viewer gets the sense that in addition to respecting these people from all walks of life, Penn truly identified with, and understood them. By inviting these people into his studio along with the tools that so intimately connect the worker to their trade, Penn gave his “religious” icons their “relics,” which in addition to providing context to these often rough figures, crucially enabled them to feel more secure.

This concept of security ties into the psychology that is so integral to the suite; the subjects’ demeanor became an interesting facet to the project, and Penn wrote about the ways in which the different workers responded to his calls for subjects. Parisians were skeptics, questioning the project’s motives, the English were punctual and proud, and Americans thought this was their big break into the entertainment industry, often showing up in their “Sunday Best.” Beyond these written analyses, there are subtle reads into the attitudes of the subjects. In addition to the aforementioned pride demonstrated throughout the spectrum of trades and “stations of life,” the exhibit strategically grouped the professions according to location, enabling a viewer to see how a butcher looked and felt in Paris or New York versus London. In addition to variances in attire and tools, you could detect subtle differences in their countenances.

In addition to the more theoretical aspects of the exhibition, the images themselves are aesthetically stunning. In addition to his abilities as a photographer, marked by his command of light, and his excellent eye for making centrally composed images interesting (either by using dynamic poses, or artfully structuring the tools to draw visual interest to certain elements of the frame), the exhibit brilliantly emphasizes Penn’s virtuosic command of the printing of his images. Many casual examiners of photography lose sight of the fact that the printmaking element of photography is an art in itself. Throughout his career, Penn not only mastered silver halide printmaking, but he also dabbled with Selenium toning methods to bring the most out of his negatives. Perhaps his most important contribution to printing, though, were his experiments and advancement of Platinum/Palladium printing techniques. These methods, wherein the exposed image lies on the substrate surface, as opposed to being suspended in a medium, enabled Penn to get the highest possible tonal range in his prints, while also achieving a perfectly matte image. In comparing prints of the same negative with both printing methods, a stunning array of details emerge. While both prints have stunning values present, the Platinum process prints are truly unforgettable, and they seem to add an extra dimensionality to the hauntingly human portraits.
It was an absolute pleasure to visit this exhibition. I am sure that having been exposed to these images will ultimately inform my ads. Each one of these workers has a story, and their humanity would resonate well. I enthusiastically recommend paying the exhibit a visit before it closes January 10th, 2010.

Steel Mill Firefighter, (1951) (Irving Penn)
Steel Mill Firefighter, (1951) (Irving Penn)
Irving Penn and Chris Gilbert Design, together at last.
Irving Penn and Chris Gilbert Design, together at last.
28
Oct/09
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Jeff Goodby Lecture – 10/28/2009 Art Center College of Design (LA Times Auditorium)

My “History of Creative Advertising” course was treated to what I can only describe as an EPIC guest lecture today. Jeff Goodby, of Goodby Silverstein & Partners, [see also: wiki] was on hand to inspire us, share some of his work, and field our questions.

Jeff Goodby

Jeff Goodby

This man is definitely at the forefront of the next wave of advertising’s ongoing (new?) creative revolution, and he was able to poignantly present some major ideas concerning the direction of advertising into lucid, concise points. Though he cited David Ogilvy as an influence (he even worked at O&M, and met Ogilvy!), I found him devoid of the old giant’s pretense, and more interested in thinking ahead… No resting on laurels, or in a French Chateau! When asked if there is anyone he admires most in advertising he mentioned that, increasingly, he finds that the work his younger staff are producing is the most captivating– no small feat when you consider this man’s reel includes the “Got Milk?” campaign, spots for Budweiser, Hyundai, and Doritos.

His vision of where advertising is headed is also unique. Whereas the temptation to put traditional media and advertising aside in favor of going purely digital is great amongst many in the industry, he stressed the importance of blurring a line of distinction; the art directors and advertising creatives of the future must be nimble, adaptive, and comfortable throughout digital and traditional media. Though admittedly he scored points with me by ceding that Photoshop is a lingua franca of the creative world, it is good to know that there is a viable future for other realms of creation.

During the Q+A session, I took the opportunity to ask how he felt about the “remix culture,” and how, if at all, he has needed to adapt to the aesthetic that has come about due in large part to the unparalleled accessibility of the means of image production. As more and more content is being generated by the “end user” target of traditional advertising, what changes have been made from the standpoint of a professional content creator. He answered that yes, at times there was a push to create in a style that mimicked the lo-fi producton of things like you-tube shorts or other remixes such as photomanipulations and mashup songs, but that more and more he’s become jaded with the looseness, and doesn’t really see this remix culture as a threat to professional, well produced media- good news for students like us at art center who are studying to be professional creators.

This being said, I did get the impression that Goodby feels that access to things like iMovie and basic photo editing software is a positive, as he cited a campaign he did for Doritos that had viewers create commercials that vied for a spot during the super bowl.

In addition to all of his professional advice, and showing highlights from his most recent reels, he gave us a compelling insight into his personal life by sharing with us a project he has undertaken with his home. “Poem House” is a personal project Jeff has undertaken to explore the boundaries between books, homes, and perceptions. The site includes documentation of the project, and is quite frankly, a must visit. Leave him a comment too!

All in all, this was a fantastic experience. It is amazing what sort of minds Art Center attracts, and I’m simply humbled and awed to be a part of it.

22
Oct/09
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Think Blue ™.

Well, the baseball season is over.

Thanks, Dodgers, for another amazing season. NL West Champs counts for something. And same with steam rolling the favored St. Louis Cards… Now maybe we’ll splash out on some pitching, eh?

Hilites for sure include Andre Ethier’s penchant for the dramatic… Walk offs galore, and being at Haeger’s knuckle-ballin’ debut… Winning the NL West, and my stepmom throwing out a first pitch!!

All I can say is, despite my disappointment, we will be back.

30
Sep/09
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Happy Birthday, Clifford!

My father turns a year older (wiser, and more fantastic!) today. He has aged beautifully, like a fine wine. I ask my reader(s?!) to enjoy a moment of their time by living GLORIOUSLY in any manner of their chosing, but to do so in his honor. Particularly appropriate devotions might include: sampling fine wine, appreciating a stamp, making a hilarious wise-crack (I’m a chip off the old block), or engaging in a sprawling intellectual discussion about the nature of all things, history, science, music, art, or how much you regret having that huge dinner last night. Look at the stars! Sing a show tune. You will be enriched by this moment. Do it every day, but today do it up brown. For Clifford.

I will be dining with him at Le Petit Greek, on Larchmont… IT WILL BE A FEAST FIT FOR DIONYSUS HIMSELF!! Stop by if you’re in the area and bestow upon us good tidings, all manner of fine beverages, or just a smile!

I love you, Dad!

30
Aug/09
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Deerhunter 8/27/2009 @ Eagle Rock Center for the Arts

This was sort of last minute, and it was absolutely riotous.

The kickoff to a film festival honoring bikes, Deerhunter took the stage in a venue unlike most I’ve been to. A long narrow hall with columns flanking the crowd proved an intimate setting, and Deerhunter maximized the space with their far reaching, far out sounds. They jammed through their set with a relaxed ease belying the frantic, often jangled collage of distorted sounds. They rocked so hard at one point that the power supplying the makeshift stage went out and there was a brief interruption. When the festivities resumed, front-man Bradford Cox jibed “Okay that was our FIRST set. Round two is all Grateful Dead covers!”

Jokes aside, they meant business, and played a flowing set. The most unique moment, however, was the post-encore sound collage which lasted about 15 minutes on its own. With the trailing sounds of the encore song ending, Deerhunter (led by Cox) began to manipulate the feedback with their impressive array of distortion and effects pedals into a long, coked out tapestry of sound that left a major part of the crowd confused/irritated/and quite frankly lost. Some left, and those who did missed out on a harmonic explosion… A bittersweet symphony of fuzzed out, drone-tastic feedback sounds that actually ended up sounding totally coherent, if not a bit loud.

The spontaneous nature of the outing really made it worthwhile for me. I had only decided to go like 2 days before the show, and it ended up being a great night!

24
Aug/09
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Fishboy (Round 1) 8/23/2009 @ Tribal Cafe

My friend Justin is the Bassist in the seriously rad band “Fishboy.”

It was no surprise, then, that when they arrived in LA for a set at the Tribal Cafe that they’d have at least one “superfan” in the wings waiting for it.

I show up at 7, to watch the end of a Jazz set, before the night’s festivities acts arrived. Hilight was this sweet Jazz guitar solo:

Sweet Jazz Guitar Solo... Didn't catch the band name.

Sweet Jazz Guitar Solo... Didn't catch the band name.

After that ended, the night’s scheduled festivities began.
Some local acts would precede the touring lineup of Fishboy, Iji, and Watercolor paintings.

First up were local industrial folk trio “Black Sparrow Press.” One of the guitarists had a Woody Guthrie homage on his guitar… “This Machine Kills Six-Packs.” Fitting, as at times the trio did have a very Guthrie-referencing repertoire, their Folk ravings inspired in equal parts by the Dust Bowl Troubadour and their home roots of San Pedro.

Black Sparrow Press

Black Sparrow Press

Uke!!

Uke!!

Black Sparrow Press Kicks out the Jamz

Black Sparrow Press Kicks out the Jamz

After Black Sparrow Press’ Screamy Folky goodness, the drummer/uke-ist stayed on to assist local singer songwriter Sean Arenas, or “Sean Homemade” if you prefer. His acoustic set was really subdued in comparison, but he made up for that with meaning, and emotion. He is a talented songwriter that I am looking forward to following.

Sean Homemade

Sean Homemade

Sean’s set was too short, but with many bands to run through, time was of the essence. Next up was a spirited duo who I think called themselves the Bromantics. They announced that they’d started the band last Thursday (!!) and so the name wasn’t totally finalized. They do power poppy jams, and the guy and girl swapped instruments (guitar/drums) halfway through the set. Slight edge to the guy on guitar, girl on drums, but it was a fun set nonetheless.

Bromantics

Bromantics

After the dancing subsided, fishboy were to take the stage. In between the other sets I got a good chance to get to talk with the guys, who were really appreciative of the fact that I’d showed up in their t-shirt.

Fishboy Taking the Stage

Fishboy Taking the Stage

They tore into the set with gusto, and I got some great video footage… The hilight being the final set where Justin handed the final song selection over to yours truly! Between Taqueria girl and Proper Name Spelling Bee, the choice was clear: Spelling. They ended with it and it was a rip roarer… The crowd seemed equally into it, and I’d made the right choice!

Locked and Loaded.

Locked and Loaded.

Justin Slappin' de Bass

Justin Slappin' de Bass

Adam tickling the Ivories

Adam tickling the Ivories

It was hard to see them leave the stage. They looked and sounded so comfortable up there!

Next up, Iji, who Justin described as “Calypso Fishboy.” Excellent. I met their singer, Zach who seemed really enthusiastic. Their set really took me by surprise. It was phenomenal, and I remarked to him after that performing looked cathartic, and a relief for him. He agreed. His enthusiasm and love of music is infectious and shone through his performance. Amazing.

Iji

Iji

After Iji, local (Santa Barbara) favorites Watercolor paintings quietly took the stage. A Sister (harp) Brother (Uke) duo that had to compete with the refrigerator sounds in the Cafe during their blissfully serene and warm set. Beautiful stuff. Contemplative.

Watercolor Paintings

Watercolor Paintings

Having lulled the crowd into contemplative relaxation, the curtain call band, Local act “Big Whoop” ended things with a bang. Fun orchestral pop rock made an impression. I look forward to big things from them.

Big Whoop!

Big Whoop!

After some goodbyes, the Fishboy gang pressed me into coming up with them tomorrow to see the show at Biko Garage in Santa Barbara. Who was I to turn down that kind of offer? I will report on it, assuming I am not rocked into oblivion!

23
Aug/09
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Knuckle Sandwich

Was behind home plate to watch rookie pitcher Charlie Haeger knuckleball the hapless Chicago Cubs into oblivion. Sweet.

I also out-heckled the (impressively large) traveling cubs fan base.

21
Aug/09
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LACMA: Pompeii Exhibit

SWEET BEARDED SCULPTURE @ LACMA

SWEET BEARDED SCULPTURE @ LACMA

My dad bought us some tickets to go to this temporary exhibit at LACMA. Amazing. I ended up going with my brother and our friend Montell. We ended up having a blast.

http://www.lacma.org/art/exhibpompeii.aspx

It’s seriously amazing to behold these pristine artifacts up close, and in our own back yard! The quality of the marble work and mosaics is staggering… That this stuff has held up through the passage of thousands of years, not only in a physical sense but in an artistic sense as well, is truly incredible. Their sculptors and painters had such a masterful command of lighting and perspective without the convenience of steady, controllable light sources… And the details on miniature ornamental objects… They don’t make this stuff like they used to!

After passing through period artifacts the exhibit culminates in a very cool section of works that were inspired by the explosion of Mt. Vesuvius, and Pompeii in general, including oil paintings, elaborate books, and impressive recreations of period pieces.

I highly recommend this exhibit to students of History, Art, Humanity, and anybody who has eyes and curiosity! The worst that could happen is that you don’t love it and you end up visiting any of the other truly magnificent LACMA exhibits… Picasso, Leger, or Magritte anyone? Eames? You will find something. Go. LACMA is incredible.

1
Aug/09
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Happenings

A few things to update the internet about.

1. Malkmus + Jicks 7/25 @ Echoplex: This was a really fun concert. The Echoplex hosted singer/songwriter/guitar maestro Stephen Malkmus and his merry minstrels, the Jicks. Well they hit the Pavement running, and didn’t look back. (Couldn’t resist.) Fantastic show, with good company! Anna and her friend Justin who I’m pretty sure is going to be my partner in some sort of skateboarding apparel business venture? Okay.

2. Bonfire 7/30: A friend invited me down to a bonfire very “spur of the moment” like, and I’m glad she did! It ended up being a really chill, beautiful night. Met some fantastic, interesting people. Saw some fire. Had beers. What more could I ask for?

3. DEERHOOF 7/31 @ Echoplex: Holy Christ. After having tickets to see them 4 times, and each time something [illness x2, car problems, rescheduled final exam...] prevented me from actually going, seeing this band was totally built up with some crazy expectations. I love their recorded material, but word of mouth said they were even better live… So I headed down to the Echoplex to meet up with some buddies, and see if they were as majestic in person if not more so than their epic recordings.

…And they were.
One of the most intense, musically unique moments of my life. One of my favorite live acts ever. Brilliant. They have so much fun exploring their musical ability, listening to each other, improvising, and straight up jamming. Rock ‘n Roll.

Crowd surfing. Bacon wrapped hot dog. Iced Tea at a cafe afterward with Emerson and some other new friends. Fantastic.

AGENDA:
Tomorrow I leave for Martha’s Vineyard, where I will be partaking in some fine beverages, and even better company. I will be reunited with some of my best friends in the world, and partying. FOR A WEEK! Then Montana for a week of Mountain Sky, fresh air, revelry, and more best friends.

VACATION.