The Guardian recently published an interesting column about Damien Hirst, à propos of a new exhibition that’s opening in London this week. I say “interesting” because although I disagree with pretty much everything it has to say, it’s a useful illustration of a particular way of thinking about art. So, … Continue reading
It’s not the greatest photo, really, is it? If you ignore the black-and-whiteness and the fact that it’s a young Lou Reed on the right giving attitude to the camera, you could be looking at a picture that one of your mates just posted on their Facebook page, documenting the ker-razy wild times they had at their local last night. Continue reading
Prêt à Partir, or NY Conversation vs Fashion Week. Continue reading
Los Angeles is a strange place. It’s perhaps the most quintessentially American of cities, built around an enduring love affair with the car, steeped in ‘50s iconography and brash, primary colors. The super-sized scale is both intimidating and somehow alienating, the emptiness broken up only by the Hollywood Hills and occasional tower blocks that rise like immutable monoliths from an otherwise flat landscape. Continue reading
The Ableton experiments continue: an end-of-summer mixtape with which I’m really quite happy. Continue reading
The image is a striking one. You’re looking from above at a naked man sitting on a toilet, his legs apart, his hands spread supplicatingly on his thighs. He’s in what looks like a cell – there’s barely a foot’s clearance between his blistered ankles and the grimy walls on either side. He stares fixedly at something straight ahead of him, something we can’t see. And, most disconcertingly, he’s covered from head to toe in flies. Continue reading
Discussing synaesthesia, philosophy and X-rated guitar tones with Carlos Santana. Published in Australian Guitar, September 2010. Continue reading