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December 29, 2005

Million Dollar Bore

Oh man, I'm so clever...

I'm in Washington and aside from seeing friends and having long wonderful talks in an empty Bothell Denny's, I've watched a couple films.

I saw Good Night, and Good Luck yesterday and enjoyed it a lot. I think it's a very timely film that had the good sense not to make a point of highlighting that fact. I thought the cast was great, the cinematography was interesting and fit the feel and time period of the story, and for such a dialogue heavy film it never lost my interest. A nice solid film from George Clooney who has proven himself to be a good director.

Million Dollar Baby is another film by an actor/director, this time it's good old Clint Eastwood. Unfortunately, the movie was pretty lame. Being a sports movie it has its share of emotional moments and it keeps you on the edge of your seat. I suppose the ending could be pretty powerful too... if I hadn't been so bored. I zoned out toward the end and lost track of what was happening but that wasn't too much of a problem since it's a pretty predictable film with a "controversial" ending that predictably garnared it much praise, criticism, and a heap of awards. It's not a film that's horrible in any sense (except maybe being horribly overrated) but it's definitely not great. It draws its power (and I use the term loosely) from depicting heartbreaking situations and not through well developed characters we care for. Whether that's always good or bad is open to debate but, in this case, I'm going to have to say it's a bad thing.

December 23, 2005

Korea! Korea! Korea! er... Career?

The last time I was home (over Thanksgiving break) my parents were quite upset by my hair and how long I had let it grow out. Since then, I still have not gotten it cut. Oops? Maybe I should do that today. Thinking about what I'm going to do after I graduate might be a good idea too...

In other news:

Musically, I'm still listening to Rubies anytime I turn on my iPod. In the iPod I have in my head I've been playing through the chorus of "Yummy Yummy Yummy" over and over again. SOMEBODY PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!

Lee and I have recently been on a Six Feet Under craze. Yes, the show is often a little too self consciously quirky, a lot of the characters are often very very annoying, and the whole thing feels like a typical Alan Ball faux sociological study of how everybody is really messed up and crazy, but I love it anyway. It's not a guilty pleasure because the show is great compared to most television out there but it's no Sopranos either.

Last night, The Village Voice, New York Times, and The New Yorker all posted their film reviews. Those three are the main three sources of film reviews I go to (The The New York Observer is interesting too since Andrew Sarris is the reviewer). Anyway, reviews for Munich and The New World are up and both are getting mixed reviews. Surprising for Spielberg but not so much for Malick's film.

I think I'll be seeing Munich tonight so I might be posting about it in the near future.

December 21, 2005

Strike Commute!

Click here to see the (almost) exact route I walked to work this morning! Fun stuff.

The walk actually wasn't so bad although it would've been much more pleasant on a bike. All those empty bike lanes were just oh so tempting... mmm...

Now, I fully support the union's right to strike and I think the law forbidding them from doing so is ridiculous (in principle) but I'll be pretty happy when the damn thing is over. I don't know whose side to take in the disagreement, since I haven't read too much about the issue, so I think I'll just take the side of my poor feet and those of everybody else in the city. It's cold outside.

One more final left in African Art and then vacation can begin. I'll be flying home on the 24th and will be there until January 7th.

December 19, 2005

Winter Watching!

For winter break I've curated a viewing list of nine films for Lee that she's never seen before. I'm probably a bad boyfriend for having been with her for as long as I have without showing her these films. Oops.

I may make some changes and I may add one more film just so it's a nice even ten. Keep in mind this wouldn't be the top ten films I'd choose if some festival were to ask me to curate a series of ten films. These are just ten that I own and Lee hasn't seen.

Anyway, here it is in alphabetical order:

  • 2001: A Space Odyssey - This film is easily the single greatest film going experience I've ever had in a theater. Seeing it at the Cinerama in Seattle was an absolutely transcendent experience. Seeing Apocalypse Now there was almost as amazing.
  • The 400 Blows - I actually haven't seen this film in a really long time... maybe I should rewatch it with her instead of having her watch it on her own... hmmm... I just may do that...
  • Chinatown - Jack Nicholson is great and Robert Towne's script is simply one of the best ever. Roman Polanski's directing is solid and his cameo is quite memorable and always good for a laugh.
  • Citizen Kane - What can one say about this film that hasn't already been said? Brilliant brilliant cinematography. YES, it's as good as everyone says.
  • Dancer in the Dark - Aww Björk what's wrong... no... don't cry... no... please... stop... *sob*
  • Five Easy Pieces - OMFG Mr. Nicholson I will hold the chicken between my knees for you any day. Uh. Brilliant acting and some really wonderful shots (my favorite being the pan around the room while he plays piano).
  • Il Posto - One of the most honest films that I've seen. I don't really know what to say about it, I discovered it in my Italian Cinema class and fell in love immediately. B E A U T I F U L.
  • McCabe & Mrs. Miller - Another beautiful film. I love beautiful films! Great cinematography and a wonderful disregard for traditional filmmaking.
  • The Thin Red Line - Terrence Malick is the man and I'm so excited for his latest film. The cinematography in this film is tear jerkingly beautiful at times and everything else about the way it's put together is just as awe inspiring.

December 18, 2005

The phantom taste drinking wine from your heels...

The end of the year is approaching so I figure I'd get a head start and list my top ten films of the year before anybody else does! Unfortuantely, I don't get out to the theaters that often so it's hard to make a top ten list. I'll just list some movies that I thought were exceptional and some that I thought were very good.

Exceptional:
Grizzly Man
A History of Violence

Very good:
Sympathy for Lady Vengeance
The President's Last Bang
Three Times

I'd also list my favorite albums of the year but I spent so much of the year obsessed with the New Pornographers' Twin Cinema that I haven't listened to much else...

Speaking of music... Rubies is really good and Dan Bejar looks nothing like what I expected him to. He looks like Cat Stevens.

Meow.

December 14, 2005

"Joey, have you ever been to a Turkish prison?"

I just had an Airplane! moment. I was trying to finish the last bit of my apple juice when I poured it all over my shirt. Wtf?

Anyway, it's now freezing ass cold here in New York City and the subway operators and bus drivers may be going on strike tomorrow night. Gah! I'm thankful that they chose to do it after classes are over but couldn't they have chosen a warmer time of the year?

More later...

December 13, 2005

Currently Downloading...

...the new Destroyer album, Rubies. Yessssssssss.

Excuse the mess...

Currently under renovation

December 11, 2005

More Heidi Klum than one can handle and sushi at Yuka

I had sushi today at a place called Yuka. It was a last minute decision after discovering that Tomoe doesn't open on Sundays. The sushi was okay. Edible. The pieces were easily the largest pieces of raw fish on rice that I have ever seen and the wasabi was the most potent wasabi that I had ever tasted. Both those facts don't necessarily make for a great sushi eating experience but they're both good for laughs and they don't hurt... not too much anyway. My main problem with the place was the warm rice that made the fish warm. Warm sushi can be a little disconcerting.

Season 2 of Project Runway started on Wednesday. It looks like the show hasn't lost its magic.

Magic in a reality show you say? Yes.

The reasons I love Project Runway:

  • It's a bunch of people doing what they love to do
  • They're good at what they do

Heidi Klum is back as well and quite pregnant... with a seal pup...

In other Heidi news, she helped host the the World Cup Final draw and the results are interesting.

The U.S. has no chance of proceeding past the first round even though the former national team players on ESPN insisted that the U.S. had a chance of going all the way. The host on ESPN nearly cracked up laughing as did I. But then again, they did make those comments prior to seeing their division. The U.S. is grouped up with Italy, The Czech Republic, and Ghana if I can remember correctly. Pwned.

Korea seems to have a reasonable chance of progressing although it won't be easy. They're grouped with France, Switzerland, and Togo.

Brazil is grouped with Croatia, Australia, and Japan. Wtf. As if they needed help destroying the rest of the world.

Argentina looks like it could make another early exit after their dismal performance in 2002.

Fun stuff.

June 9th, 2006, the magic begins.


December 9, 2005

Painting

This is one of my paintings from class:

You know those moments when you turn in a paper then reread it when you get home and think "oh shit... I can't believe I turned that in." Well, I had a lot of those moments on Wednesday. *sigh* The link below will take you to the paper I wrote about the Bresson photo.

Henri Cartier-Bresson’s Cubist Masterpiece

Henri Cartier-Bresson’s masterful 1933 photograph, “Valencia, Spain,” is what one might imagine a cubist photograph to look like. Shot from inside a Spanish bullring, the photographer captures a seemingly insignificant moment and lends the image significance through his careful composition. Bresson’s image is that of an arena door that is slightly ajar. Peering out of a rectangle in the door to the right is a slightly chubby man in glasses and a hat. Behind him we see a blurry wall bathed in light. Through the crack between the two doors stands a similarly dressed man peering out of a rectangle in the exact opposite direction. Decorating the doors that make up most of the foreground is a bull’s-eye with a big “7” in the middle. This bull’s-eye is placed with the middle of the two doors cutting down the center of it. As a result of the two doors being ajar, this bull’s-eye is fragmented into two pieces with the right side coming nearer to us and the left side receding further off into the distance.

The image has a pretty shallow depth of focus. The focus in this is on the left side of the door and extends across the image to the man on the right who is looking out to the right. Out of focus are the right side door that is opening towards us and the man in the back. One curious bit about the image is that of the glasses being worn by the man whose face we can see. Only the left lens of his glasses is catching the light and because of that it’s white from the glare while through the other we can see the man’s eye.

Bresson took this photo at the age of 24, throughout his long career (he lived to be 95) Bresson did much writing, drawing, and painting in addition to his photography. Even though he considered photography a craft not really worth taking as seriously as drawing or painting, in his writings he shared theories on the art of photography that have been very influential. Bresson’s most well known contribution to the field of photographic theory is that of the “decisive moment”. He’s famously quoted as saying “to take photographs means to recognize - simultaneously and within a fraction of a second - both the fact itself and the rigorous organization of visually perceived forms that give it meaning.” It’s this one moment that defines an event that is the “decisive moment.” Everything has a decisive moment and Bresson excelled at knowing when that moment was and capturing it in a manner that used that moment for all it was worth.

From the man jumping over a puddle but not quite jumping far enough to a Gestapo informer being recognized by a woman she had denounced, Bresson captured decisive moments that told stories because he knew the one exact moment that he’d need in order to best tell them. This talent is what made him one of the most influential photographers ever and the man who “transformed press photography into photojournalism.” He loathed photos that were setup and instead preferred a naturalism in his photos that was a result of his doing as little as possible to intrude upon the scene taking place. When taking photos he often hid his small Leica camera until the moment he was going to snap a photo, he would then pull it out and take a picture and then tuck it away again. In order to be as inconspicuous as possible, he even had the shiny parts of his camera covered with black tape.

Although best known for his photojournalistic work, the image taken in Valencia betrays another side of Bresson. In the late 1920s, as a young student in Paris, Bresson would often sit in on meetings held by surrealists. In these now famous meetings led by André Breton and attended by the likes of Salvador Dali, Bresson kept his mouth shut and just absorbed what the older artists and intellectuals had to say. The influence of the surrealists on him is apparent in many of his early photos but before meeting the surrealists, Bresson had studied with the cubist sculptor André Lhote at the Lhote Academy in Paris. Lhote was concerned with trying to meld cubist and classical approaches to art and, at least in the case of this particular photo, one can’t help but think that Lhote’s cubist influence played a larger role on Bresson than the surrealists did. Bresson preferred to use the words “geometry” instead of “composition” and it’s his supreme understanding of the significance of geometry that he must have learned from his cubist influences and applied to this study in unifying cubism with photography.

It’s this unification of cubism and photography coupled with Bresson’s disinterest in staged photographs that I initially found so remarkable. It’s an image that echoes and rhymes within itself to so many degrees that it’s hard to believe Bresson could have just happened to see it and capture it. I was relieved to find (only because the thought that a human could compose and capture this image in an instant is too much for my own ego to handle) one piece of evidence that this particular photo is not one that he took in an instant and was through with. What I found was that two versions of the photo actually exist in various public collections and it’s nearly impossible to know if he took others but never printed them. What is also known is that Bresson rarely dwelled on one subject or composition for very long, he knew what he wanted and usually got it right away, but in the case of this photo he took and printed two different versions.

The existence of multiple versions in light of the previously mentioned facts seems to indicate some sort of hesitance or extra intellectual thought that went into the creation of this image. The second version of the photo is cropped differently as if Bresson wanted to frame it a couple different ways. In the other version of the photograph, the side of the door on the left is cropped out and the person in the background is either somebody else or the person has taken his hat off. As for the man looking out the rectangle on the right side, he is now looking to the left in the second version of the photo although the single glaring lens has been preserved. Instead of telling a story or conveying an emotion or mood with the image, Bresson seems to have wanted to make an intellectual argument with his image. The existence of multiple versions tells us that he wanted to say something and was trying to figure out how best to say it. This was an image lacking a decisive moment, it instead possessed a decisive composition that he was trying to capture.

Upon walking past the version of the photo I’m writing on while at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, a writer for the New York Times wrote that “Cartier-Bresson's pictures are ingenious Chinese boxes: humane miracles of rhyming form and surreal happenstance that beg to be unpacked.” Both of the versions of the photo are indeed images worthy of unpacking but I feel that the version I’ve chosen to write on is visually a much more interesting picture and has more layers to peel away. The version that I’m not writing on is actually the better known version of the image and I’m a bit dumbfounded by that fact. I can only assume that it’s because all the prints of the one I chose are in private collections or for one reason or another not as many prints were made.

We live in a society in which people generally don’t believe something unless they see it with their eyes. “I won’t believe it until I see it” is a phrase that one hears thrown around all the time. Even in a time when people have easy access to computers and using Adobe Photoshop one can doctor a photo as easily as taking one, people will believe something they see a picture or video of. In the early 1900s and when photography was just being invented the power of photography to persuade people that what they were seeing is real was even greater. Photography allowed people to see far away places exactly as they were, it was perceived to be a window to another world without an artist in between. This attitude reflects the perception that photography really wasn’t considered an art, it was more of a utilitarian tool than an artistic one. The reaction of painters to the invention was mixed. For some it was a handy tool to use for their paintings and for others it was something that was trying to replace painting in representing objects. The idea that photography was an art with different styles and different uses wasn’t very widespread. Generally, the purpose of photography was to just capture and faithfully reproduce the likeness of objects.

The purpose of this image is far from that. It wasn’t taken to tell us that there is an arena in Spain with a door that has a bull’s-eye with a “7” painted on it and that once there was a man looking out one of the windows. While many images of Bresson’s could be viewed as a window into the past this isn’t one of them. If it is a window to the past, it isn’t a visual one. It’s more conceptual and intellectual. It’s about the unifying of two disparate ideas. The scene itself is banal of no consquence.

Bresson’s photograph is remarkable because he uses something he found in real life and makes an image that doesn’t really represent anything, instead it looks more like a cubist collage that Picasso or Braque might have thrown together. He strays from the traditional function of photography and does something in a style that one wouldn’t expect to translate well into the medium. Just as artists like Picasso were playful in their use of shapes and collage, Bresson has a lot of fun with this image.

The most striking aspects of this photograph are the fragmentation of space and shape. The door is open and cuts the bull’s-eye and seven in half, the man’s head floats in a rectangle, we see through the doors to half of a man’s body. Everything is ajar just as the door is. The breaking in half of the bull’s-eye is seen by some as a criticism of the “bull’s-eye school of photographic composition” in which photographers just aimed to get the subject in the middle of the photo and paid less attention to other aspects of photography such as a composition. I think it’s entirely possible that the thought crossed his mind and it does add to the image’s confrontation with the role of photography in art but I’m not entirely convinced of this idea.

What I find the most fascinating about the image is the way in which it rhymes with itself, echoes itself, and even feels like it could implode on itself. The inclusions of glare on just one eyeglass makes it rhyme with the white circle the seven is enclosed in. The person in the front and back echo each other by both looking out rectangles in exactly opposite directions and even the bull’s-eye feels like it’s echoing as the rings extend outward, one after another. One could even imagine that the person in the back is the same person that is in the front and that we are looking through one of the rectangles that we see in the back. It’s even possible (albeit highly unlikely) that there is a giant mirror back there and what we are seeing is the back of the person in the front reflected back at us and the only reason we can’t see the photographer is because he’s obscured in the darkness of the rectangle windows in the back.

Were there to be a mirror back there, it would explain a very strange phenomenon in the image but it’s more likely that it was just serendipity. Behind the man in the front is a brick wall that is well lit by the sun. The wall that the man in the back is standing in front of is dark and made of wood. These two spaces are very close together yet look completely different in material and lighting. This further adds to the image’s feeling of being a collage of images taken at different places and pieced together instead of an image captured in one place without any setting up or an abundance of pre-planning.

For all of Bresson’s interplay between various parts of the image, what ultimately makes the image more than just a fruitless exercise in visual fun is that everything in the image is at odds with its visual partner. Bresson seems to be saying that ultimately everything in art and the world is meant to be in opposition. The visual tension between the various elements is representative of the tensions between everything that make the world operate. The doors will never fully close, rings don’t always align themselves and fall perfectly into place, numbers will split, disappear, and be put back together, and we can never fully clearly see the whole picture or really understand how something works. Bresson seems to view the world as one full of missed connections and misaligned parts that ultimately render much of the world impossible to fully understand.

For all of the image’s pessimism, the sense of awe and joy that it inspires when studying the construction of it also seems to say something to the viewer. Bresson shows us that the world is filled with beauty and visual complexity. In light of all the work that it took painters to invent and create astonishing new places and images, Bresson conjured a snapshot of daily life that is just as astonishing in all its visual complexities as a cubist or surrealist painting. Instead of inventing a bizarre new world, he shows us that the everyday world is astonishing and full of beauty if you just take the time to look hard enough.

December 5, 2005

The Return

I will be back in Seattle from December 24th - January 7th.

Movies to see over break:
Brokeback Mountain
The New World (I think, not sure about the release date)
Munich

Movies to see before break:
King Kong

December 4, 2005

SOCCER SOCCER FÚTBOL GOALLLLLLL

FIFA World Cup Final Draw - December 9th, 2:15pm ET

All you need to know about the Final Draw.

Yes, that's right. I've assigned the category "Art" to this entry

Henri Cartier-Bresson's Cubist Masterpiece!


Henri Cartier-Bresson
"Valencia, Spain" 1933
Gelatin silver print; 7 11/16 x 11 1/2 in.

This is the photograph I'm writing on for my Modern Art paper. I love it.

December 2, 2005

Bye bye livejournal... all future

Bye bye livejournal... all future blogging will be done at www.mynameisben.com

December 1, 2005

Back

After a long hiatus from blogging I've decided to try and start writing again regularly. As you've noticed I'll now be doing it on my website instead of via livejournal. The design of the site is still under construction but I felt it probably wouldn't hurt to write my first entry anyway.

So anyway, I got back from Seattle earlier this week after spending a relaxing week there. The highlights of Seattle (minus the obvious seeing family and friends) include:


  • Sushi at Saito's. Some of the finest sushi I've ever had, right up there with Nobu and Sushi Yasuda. We got the Omakase and Mr. Saito did not let us down. Thank you James.
  • Guitar Hero, a badass PS2 game that made me wish I was good at guitar.
  • FIFA 2003. Playing this game awoke the soccer maniac in me that had been lying dormant. I'm looking forward to the upcoming World Cup more than I am Christmas, New Years, graduation, and my birthday combined. I also immediately purchased FIFA 2006 when I got back to New York.
  • Ghost hunting at an abandoned shed in the woods of Bothell where two girls were found murdered. I can't tell you how it went... but I can say that Alex came away with bloody feet and cut up legs.

I also watched some movies which I'll quickly mention:

War of the Worlds was great fun. Spielberg is a super talented director and he can do spectacles like no one else. More horror than sci-fi, the film's portrayal of an angry mob of refugees was the most frightening moment, especially post-Katrina.

Rock School - The kids were cute, the documentary was sloppy and uninteresting. School of Rock was better.

The Return (or Vozvrashcheniye for those that care) - Gorgeous Russian film. Super highly recommended.

Last Days - Gus Van Sant doing what he does best, making pretentious movies about young men yet being interesting enough in his directorial choices and aesthetic decisions that I leave the film still feeling like he's an important filmmaker and not a total waste of my time...

Since I've gotten back I've just been sleeping, FIFA 2006, class, homework, Six Feet Under, work, and the occasional Warcraft thrown in. Not bad... now I'm just planning Christmas presents and figuring out when I'm going to go home for break...