May 28, 2010
The Digest. 05.28.10.
Arlo Gelteko, Training, Clairton, Pa., by Ross Mantle. Part of the series In the Wake of the American Dream. (Image courtesy of Mantle.)
What we are travel writing about:
an arbitrary statshot. Because the oil spill isn’t enough: The National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration predicts
an “active to extremely active” hurricane season this fall.
Where Deer and Tiger Heads are Stored: A photo essay on the storage vault containing property confiscated by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. I have to confess, if I could, I’d break all manner of international conservation treaties for one of those caiman ashtrays (#9). (Gracias Big Papi G.)
The Burning Season: A book about New York when it was wrecked. Creating an uplifting — but not too uplifting —
, a narrative for mobile phone, by LACMA. Cell Phone Stories
Me, me, me… Late addition: on staying up late at the Whitney. Apparently Jean Rohatyn
told a contestant on Bravo’s Work of Art that they give performance art “a bad name.” Because performance art doesn’t have a bad name already. Plus: El Saltzino on being a reality TV show judge. ( Art Fag City.)
Paddy Johnson on Dump.fm, a site in which people “communicate” entirely in images. And flashing cartoony thingies that are liable to give you seizures. Spaces for sex:
Bordello photographs by Juergen Chill. See his full site here. ( Coudal.)
A buncha good links from Eyeteeth.
Darpa robot video. This shit is crazy. Blu and Os Gemeos
take over a building in Lisbon. Today’s Street Art:
Rub gets trippy geometric in Rome. Very cool. Plus, an essay, with photos from Ben Davis:
Is Street Art Over? Interesting, but my answer is: perhaps (or I hope?) hype-y street art is over. But it’s certainly not going away. ( @artnetdotcom.) Trying to fit office furniture into a triangular space:
On working in the Flatiron Building. ( Arts Journal.) Firm selected to
build cottages near Frank Lloyd Wright’s Fallingwater. Sexy pictures of
Bernard Tschumi’s Acropolis Museum. Like
trailers gone crazy.
So a dog walks into a bar in Havana…