Monday, December 20, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Lucia Moholy

i am almost starting to believe that it's not my fault alone that i'm not creating any of my own work. business is simply eating me up. when one spends eight hours in the workshop one no longer has the energy to work seriously in the evening, especially not here, with so many people around, many of them close to me. sometimes i run a pension and sometimes a flourishing nightclub, and i must say this is also fun.
- Gunta Stölzl, Gunta Stölzl: Bauhaus Master, 98
(László Moholy-Nagy, photographed by Lucia Moholy, 1926)
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Richard Martin
"Everyone says, 'Why don't you do an art and fashion show?" To my succinct answer, 'never,' some do not hesitate to reply, 'Well, you could do it your way.' I've done it my way: NO WAY. The generalization is inane and not even worth consideration. Do not, under any circumstances, use this book recklessly; do not believe in art and fashion simply on the evidences of some select relationships in one art movement ... If art and fashion are conjoined, it is because of the magnanimity of art, its big spirit for all things created. Cubism was munificent and bountiful, and fashion responded with alacrity ..."
- from Cubism and Fashion, 155.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Walter Benjamin
An image to characterize Baudelaire's way of looking at the world. Let us compare time to a photographer--earthly time to a photographer who photographs the essence of things. But because of the nature of earthly time and its apparatus, the photographer manages only to register the negative of that essence on his photographic plates. No one can read these plates; no one can deduce from the negative, on which time records the objects, the true essence of things as they really are. Moreover, the elixir that might act as a developing agent is unknown. And there is Baudelaire: he doesn't possess the vital fluid either--the fluid in which these plates would have to be immersed so as to obtain the true picture. But he, he alone, is able to read the plates, thanks to infinite mental efforts. He alone is able to extract from the negatives of essence a presentiment of its real picture. And from this presentiment speaks the negative of essence in all his poems.
-"Baudelaire," The Writer of Modern Life, 27
Lee Miller
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Derrida

almost nothing is left (me): neither the thing, nor its existence, nor my own, nor the pure object, nor the pure subject--no interest whatsoever in anything that exists. All the same, I like; no that is still excessive, that still probably implies interest in existence. I do not like, but I take pleasure in that which does not interest me, at least insofar as it does not matter whether I like it or not.
-from The Truth in Painting
Le Corbusier

"Gilding is fading out ... glitter is going under ..."
-from The Decorative Art of Today (1925)
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