The New Boredom

I guess this will be a monthly wrap up type thing from now on where I just share some shoddy iphone photography.

July brings you the following.

I looked up some stuff on Rothko and while reading about his work I saw an example photo that said it was a good example from his late period and I could not stop laughing at the term “late period”…

Yeah I took a picture of a cat that lives in the same house as me. So what?

This still stands on any door as far as I’m concerned.

Spooky night-spooky day.

Streetlights and cocaine go together like any other two randomly selected fridge magnet nouns.

You know what makes the world go ’round? It’s not inertial rotation and gravitational distortion of space. It’s lasers.

Now that is a fine forest fire indeed.

I could not stop thinking that this shitty painting should come with comic speech bubbles that said

“Did you hear Farrah Faucet died?”

“NOOOOOOOOO?!”

The painting was titled “Hair”… definitely not kidding.

That’s this month’s recap of iphone photography. Now back to eavesdropping on the juicy couple fight going on in the street outside my window well past midnight.

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Now I’m not saying all stuff was better back in the day. I’m all for women being treated equally, closing wage gaps, government and business leadership positions being occupied by women- all these things are fucking awesome. But you know what else was awesome? When women dressed like christmas presents and all of them were classy as hell, damnit.

In that time, if my historical media representations are accurate, guys wore something other than sweatpants when they left the house. Men wore fitted shirts and shined shoes and knew they should treat other people with respect.

Times were different back then and while I wouldn’t really take the sexual/ethnic/whatever oppression of the past, I sure as hell would like the class and manners of it.

This has been out for a week but I haven’t noticed it until now. I’d like to give a big shout out to Andy Holloway (who still has the single best three-tables in the biz) for keeping it real. By which I mean he is still making these awesome videos that embody the important side of cycling. Not always the nastiest new tricks or banger clips or uber-expensive production quality… the 970 series is shot on handicams with friends having entirely too much fun. And that is what it should be about. Thanks for the reminder on priorities my northern neighbors.

I’ll be excited to see issue 9 some day and any subsequent cop drops.

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These guys look like they are sculpted from wax. Look at that waxy Sulu head, the German perfection, the… other white guy with the handkerchief belt, and that black dood who is clearly the only true-cool one in the group.

I wish I were alive to see this stuff in its time.

In a slight variation on the random photo dump, here are a handful of movie images that I am quite partial to- oh yes.

Cyclo. Not any movies have had such a significant and lasting impact on me as this film. I think I am well overdue for a re-watching of this.

Eward G Robinson. No body gives a “MYEEAAHHH!!!” like him. Nobody, scheeeee.

That last scene from Fritz Lang’s M is about as good as it gets. Is Peter Lorre the real monster here… or is it YOU, Mister Society!? It’s a damn shame Hollywood was forever ill-prepared for Fritz Lang and his worthy successors. Imagine how awesome Fury would have been without that cockamamie Mankiewicz forced ending.

Oh, Mister Smith. When was the last time some one stood up and gave a good filibuster?

I’m still not sure what the hell to make of 2046. I mean, I know I love it. I just don’t know why yet.

This one is for Justin. Flame within flame. My favorite candle in the history of all candles.

I wish there were more set photos shared like this… by people involved directly with the movie, with no real promotional intent behind them, just talented people excitedly capturing memories from projects they were a part of.

Okay, that’s all for now. Maybe I will do this again someday. Until then, do you have to swear so darn much?

Those of you who know me know that aside from my constant use of electricity and potty mouth language and other such modern amenities, I am essentially Amish.

Wait. What I meant to say is that I just don’t do drugs.

Yeah, that’s what I meant. So while I have been known to throw back a little too much drinky drinky recently and get myself stuck in a bathroom wearing a big hard plastic sombrero, I’m not really into the idea of putting a bunch of chemicals into my brain. I have a hard enough time handling reality as it is, I don’t really need any more additional warped versions of it confusing me.

But then something comes along that makes me think “I bet this would be AWESOME on drugs.”

This music video for Chairlift’s Evident Utensil is one of those things that blows my mind so thoroughly that I can’t even imagine how nuts it would be on a bunch of drugs. The digital junk being filtered through layers of previous shots makes my brain hurt in a way that it’s never hurt before and I love it.

GLAAAH!!! Every time!!!

So cool. Thanks for the new stuff Andrew.

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Your damned empey threes are killing home taping!

Neato.

Blame the lack of updates around here on the Friday night festivities and the weekend of returning to bike riding (with new bike!).

Here’s a fluff post of 5 more photos that I thoroughly enjoi.

These guys are priceless. Something about all that denim being broken up by the keyboard belt is just magic.

Green cast print plus europe plus short hair cut plus smoking plus those eyebrows equals doingoingoingoing.

There is only one Steve Perry so the next time Journey comes on at the party, try just sitting there and shutting the hell up for a change.

So this was porno in the 50’s?

As it turns out I totally had film classes with Salvador Dali and philosophy classes with Man Ray. I’m so certain of this that if you put those two kids within three feet of each other and took a photo, it would look like a xerox of this.

Thanks for watching. Check back tomorrow for a few shots from films that I enjoi.