W, March #14, 2000 by Philip-Lorca DiCorcia The warp in the fabric of Art History that connects Walker Evans and Kenneth Anger links social consciousness and narcissism, formalism and formlessness, the private and public, the oblique and the blunt, the tried and the true, the here today and the gone tomorrow. Cinnamon and sugary and […]
“I mean I never took photography to be anything that I considered to be truthful.” Dorian Devens and Philip-Lorca diCorcia, Transcription of a conversation on The Speakeasy, WFMU.org, 2003 Dorian Devens: How did you get started in photography? Philip-Lorca diCorcia: I was a student in an art college and it was more or less […]
8906, 2009 Fertilizer is to the suburban lawn what cosmetics are to the suburban face: a fickle attempt to sweep ugliness under the rug with a splash of color. By Ian Epstein I once heard someone remark that the desire to have a perfect lawn was not unlike the desire to have a piece […]
Sloane #34, Oakland CA “Suddenly when I tried to speak with people they would not answer me. So there we were completely isolated in America while the US was at war.” By Robert Wiedenfeld for ASX, March 2011 Robert Wiedenfeld: Initially how did the concept develop for The New Life (La Vie Nouvelle)? […]
Eva-Claire #04, 2008 “For me, the feeling of my body in space is really important. It’s all very simple there. Everything seems more real, more authentic, and you can project yourself more easily.” Lise Sarfati and Rick Owens, Austin, Texas. Fashion Magazine 2008 What could they talk about, Rick Owens, a Californian who’s […]
By Javier Panera Cuevas Preface to the Exhibition Catalogue, Lise Sarfati – Domus Artium Salamanca The awakening of adolescence has been a recurring theme that has always fascinated a great many visual artists; conflicts of identity, physical metamorphosis, psychological instability, emerging sexual and emotional sensations within young people are all themes which, in particular, have […]
By Doug Rickard, ASX, August 2009 Todd Hido’s new and unpublished work walks a fine line, a line that exists in the viewer rather than Todd. The work seems to come into existence through the eye’s of a smeared-single-pane-window voyeurish fog. It is the adult-white-male fog of childhood memories, and the mental hot-iron-branding of broken […]