Untitled (72-23A), John Menapace
Albert Pinkham Ryder (1847-1917), “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage” - 1895.
In this smartphone photo released Monday, people run for shelter from a hailstorm in Novosibirsk, Russia, on Saturday by Nikita Dudnik
Nico, Paris, 1956 - by Jeanloup Sieff
हनुमान् [Hanuman]; fetching the herb-bearing mountain, Ravi Varma Press, India, 1909.
A boy sells lemonade from his front yard stand on Main Street in Aspen, Colorado, 1973.Photograph by Dick Durrance II, National Geographic Creative
Foucault’s polo neck, now on sale.
(Self) Portrait Of A Serious Photographer As A Younger, Slightly-Less-Serious Photographer With Time On His Hands, A Portable Flash Unit, A “B” Setting On His Camera, And Uncharacteristically Relaxed Inhibitions He Now Attributes To His Youth And A Broken-Down Air Conditioner, 1970s
June 13th, 1978: The Cramps perform a free show for the patients at the State Mental Hospital in Napa, California.
"The videotape was recorded on a 1/2" Sony Port-A-Pak, b/w camera, & single microphone. This equipment was the first of its kind made available for public use."
junk-yard-cat said: How do you feel about Jeff Koons as an artist (and a capitalist)?
He’s undeniable. Not in the sense that you have to like his work (I wouldn’t say I personally do), but in the sense that he perfectly endears himself to the capitalist spectacle. He not only avoids any kind of social critique, he affirms the ideology of the millionaires and billionaires who buy his work, who are his greatest supporters and early friends. He’s impossibly famous for a visual artist today. It seems sometimes as if offering one’s opinion of Koons is like offering one’s opinion of Cool Ranch Doritos.
I think that Koons’ work draws power by channeling public enrapturement with commodities. His giant-ass balloon sculptures are perfect, you can’t take them apart by talking about them in the same way you can other sculptures, even a Warhol Brillo Box. The idea of Balloon Dog consists entirely of the execution of the idea. He could make one Balloon Dog after another and it wouldn’t change a damn thing, even conceptually (see: End of Art). They are literally just Big Important Objects, meant to be bought and sold, to be famous, to be printed on tote bags at H&M. Owning a Koons is like owning a silver mine more than a Picasso.