In the Spirit of Giving

July 26, 2012 § Leave a comment

So, it’s happening. The film is go!

We’re lacking the lights, and camera, but theres been plenty of action. So if you feel like chipping in to raise money for the project, check out or Pozible profile here. Theres a very fun video made by our director Alex Brunacci, starring Maddie Ryan (who also will be the star of the film).


Pozible Fundraising Video from Jason Hewitt on Vimeo.


Conscious Schizophrenia

June 17, 2012 § Leave a comment

Aldo Lanzini is someone I came across recently, after seeing the knitted masks worn by ushers at the Missoni runway presentation for Spring/Summer 2011. I think they’re fun, and remind me of Walter Van Beirendonck, in the sense that despite the bright colours and playful references there is something still slightly gimp-like and somewhat sinister about them.

But then I guess thats the point, that the power of the mask rests in the anonymity it provides.

Lanzini doesn’t produce just the masks, though the knitting and crochet informs much of his work, the medium dictating the organic process that births each piece. Much in the same way a sculptor will draw the shape and composition of the statue out from within the stone or marble.

His website is also worth looking at, though it’s a lot like his work, interesting to look at, and full of surprises but somewhat hard to follow.

Modern Totems

June 11, 2012 § Leave a comment

Do I need a reason to post things? Not really. And these images are really fascinating. They kind of speak for themselves. I considered having some explanation garnered from what I could understand of the artists interviews and synopsis, but sometimes it’s better to just draw your own interpretation from something.

Earth Laughs in Flowers and Chapelle Takes Pictures

April 2, 2012 § Leave a comment

David LaChapelle, he of the ubiquitous muscled, airbrushed and hyper coloured perfection that defined much of his work, has bought us his first foray into fine art photography with an exhibition entitled “Earth Laughs in Flowers” which along with the photographs was inspired by the below poem Hamatreya by Ralph Waldo Emerson.
La Chapelles goal was to portray the fragility of humanity (isn’t it always?) and the transience of possessions. Not to meantion a look at some of the less appealing but no less dominant facets of society such as avarice and greed. He succeeds, the style reminiscent of the classic still lives of the old masters, but the subject matter is contemporary, the flowers wrapped in plastic or amidst piles of broke mobile phones, balloons, and other detritus. The food is wrapped in plastic, or shattered, and instead of the loaves of bread found in renaissance art, theres a slab of what looks like a supermarket chocolate cake.
Moot point, it’s pretty cool, and a whole lot smarter than I’m sure some critics would have expected. And despite the lack of babes in briefs (check out his fashion photography if you aren’t familiar with it and that will make sense) there is still plenty to like about it.
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint,
Possessed the land which rendered to their toil
Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool, and wood.
Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm,
Saying, “’Tis mine, my children’s and my name’s.
How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees!
How graceful climb those shadows on my hill!
I fancy these pure waters and the flags
Know me, as does my dog: we sympathize;
And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.”
Where are these men? Asleep beneath their grounds:
And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough.
Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys
Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs;
Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet
Clear of the grave.
They added ridge to valley, brook to pond,
And sighed for all that bounded their domain;
“This suits me for a pasture; that’s my park;
We must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge,
And misty lowland, where to go for peat.
The land is well,—lies fairly to the south.
’Tis good, when you have crossed the sea and back,
To find the sitfast acres where you left them.”
Ah! the hot owner sees not Death, who adds
Him to his land, a lump of mould the more.
Hear what the Earth say:—

          “Mine and yours;

          Mine, not yours.
          Earth endures;
          Stars abide—
          Shine down in the old sea;
          Old are the shores;
          But where are old men?
          I who have seen much,
          Such have I never seen.
          “The lawyer’s deed
          Ran sure,
          In tail,
          To them and to their heirs
          Who shall succeed,
          Without fail,
          “Here is the land,
          Shaggy with wood,
          With its old valley,
          Mound and flood.
          But the heritors?—
          Fled like the flood’s foam.
          The lawyer and the laws,
          And the kingdom,
          Clean swept herefrom.
          “They called me theirs,
          Who so controlled me;
          Yet every one
          Wished to stay, and is gone,
          How am I theirs,
          If they cannot hold me,
          But I hold them?”
When I heard the Earth-song
I was no longer brave;
My avarice cooled
Like lust in the chill of the grave.

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