Diane


Anderson Cooper shot by Diane Arbus

While some newborns happily have their picture taking by enthusiastic parents for insertion in the family album, others has had their's taken for Harper's Bazaar by famed masters of photography such as the late Diane Arbus who was known for her black and white photography of odd people in society (or "freaks" as she would say herself). Surely it helps being born into the clan of the Vanderbilts (heirs of shipping fortune). A small format frame of this shot which sold for as much as 12K shows the infant child of Gloria Vanderbilt, Anderson Cooper, who would go on to become a prominent journalist and news broadcaster for CNN News. Known for his very premature grey hair, it's funny to think this not so charming looking little infant fella went on to become who is today deemed as a dashing and dapper gent of age 40. Having grey hair doesn't always have to be so bad....at least not for some of us.




Kimmel




As term is coming to an end, I thoroughly realise how exciting Gender studies are. In retrospect, the most entertaining and interesting tasks we were ever given to write during the course of 4 years proved to be  the very last. Ironically, this was also the term somewhat less related to our actual field.

The law as a tool for change?

The duality that is masculinity/femininity is today based on a set of dual associations that portray men as powerful and women as powerless. In addition to productive/reproductive, these include also active/passive, warrior/nurturer and hard/soft etc. and benefit men's access to power. The notion that caretaking and nurturing children at home is a feature of the feminine gender leads to an inequality in the division of these burdens between men and women. Consequently, women generally carry dual burdens which may in turn have effects on their equal opportunities in work life, as this gives men a better starting point in pursuing a personal career and economical, cultural and political power within society.

Gender theorists speak of how the need of reforming men and women's equity of labour in both the productive and reproductive sphere requires not only a individual change but rather a structural change. However, does regulation through the law necessarily constitute the action that needs to be taken?  The law does prove a powerful statement with which people generally conform in order not suffer from the repercussions of disobedience. Given how deeply-rooted these gender roles come across, in the spheres of production and social reproduction, it can be argued that the answer is yes. Provided that merely individual change is not enough; the law with its standing as the highest authoritative legal source in a society is likely the most efficient measure when needing to address the need for change to a larger portion of a population. Merely advocating for equality at grassroot level or through education may not be sufficient in terms of a rapid change.                      

Using legislation to sort out of existing inequalities in terms of for example men's and women's salaries regarding the same work does not undermine an integrity aspect and should therefore not need any further justification. Neither does legislation promoting equal equity in regard to taking part in the reproductive sphere. This is however the case only as long as the legislation only establishes legal possibilities to, for example paternal leave so that employers and men take notice of this notion, and is not obliging the men to do so. In the latter case of obliging, the achievement of greater good in the long-run may still perhaps justify the freedom of individual families to choose for themselves being overruled.


 Photo: Terry Richardson



Missy



A good erotic image succeds in tingling with one'e sexual appetite and may just recreate a particular fantasy of oneself, which it evokes while leaving just enough for one's imagination to run some hefty thousand miles per hour. What is not seen and only implied is many times far more exhilarating than what is explicitly portrayed. In any case, if one prefers it any other way, there is always XXX, no?

Here
: The cover of the latest issue of Acne Paper, shot by Daniel Jackson.

Karin



Franca Sozzani and Steven Klein, eat your hearts out.

Photo: Ingrid Rönnblom

Rose


The Ballad of Jack and Rose

There are a number of departments in which a film be accomplished and alone consitute a good and interesting viewing experience. While combined and much notable achievement in serveral of these will render a superb film; perfect execution in an overall flawed film, in regard to only the performances by actors or for example themes depcted, may as well prove two hours of  one's time well-spent. American indie director Rebecca Miller's The Ballad of Jack and Rose succeds in portraying the issue of incestuous feelings between a father and his child, with enough depth and in a nuanced fashion, as did Nicole Kassel's The Woodsman before it regarding peadophilia. Daniel Day Lewis and Camilla Belle perfectly plays the father and daughter living alone on an island, formerly a commune, who struggles with their
improper feelings for one another.

There's a moment in the film in which she explains:

-If you die, then I'm going to die.
-If you die,there will have been no point to my liviing, he responds.

Lily



Being approached by complete strangers happens to me every now and then when visiting a certain square in town for the weekly flea market. In a country like the one we live in we're people are generally not the most willing to merge, I will know I'm being approached by either eager charity workers or for that matter, members of Jehovas' Witnesses like was the case today. As I'm standing in the line to pay for some flowers (Lily of the Valley, if you have to know) I hear I'm being asked for a moment of my time. No stranger to the situation, I politely turn around getting ready to decline whatever kind offer one has in store for me today. As have been the case several times before, I'm met by what appers to be the most jolly and sweet-natured ladies imaginable. Would I perhaps care for something little to read? Not really.

Admittedly, they did catch me off-guard when also carrying their magazines in my mother-tongue. Impressive. I decide for once to actually glimpse through this piece of offering, only to find a section called Young People Ask- Why don't girls like me? Tips targeted to ÿoung males include (apart from cultivating good manners and conversation skills and maintaining personal hygiene) always taking the initiative;

If you think a friend whom you admire might make a good marriage mate, let her know you are interested in her. Be clear and fortright in declaring your feelings. Yes, it can be nerve-racking. You fear rejection. But your being willing to take the initiative is a sign that you have grown up.

On what not to do the following is disclosed:

Don't flirt. A flirt uses flattering speech and provocative body language. He has no intention of pursuing an honorable romance relationship. Such actions and attitudes igonre the Bible's counsel to treat "younger women as sisters with all chastness". Flirts make poor friends and worse marriage mates. Discerning girls know that.

It would be highly ignorant to judge on the basis of just a small passage in what could almost be described as a pamphlet and especially  knowing particularly little about their beliefs. There is however a part of me which is immediately thinking that the 18th Century likely will be calling requesting its values back, any time soon. Having recently finished work on the topic of whether Relgion creates gender roles I find the reading I was just subjected to, to be rather interesting.

Photo: Juergen Teller.

Lara



This disturbing image by Steven Klein lets your imagination run wild as to what is really going on here. It is only implicit and like the most intersting of art the artist does not impose his own interpretation on the eye of the beholder. The girl seems very unaffected by this scene, to the extent of enjoying the circumstances when calmly smoking her cigarette which adds to the cold feel of the frame.

Klein's aesthetic is macabre and cinematic and this frame in particular will make you think of, say, the likes of David Lynch or David Cronenberg. The first thing that immediately comes to my  mind viewing this is J.G Ballard's controversial 1973 novel Crash, which was mise en scène by Cronenberg in 1996, about people with the automotive paraphiilia of getting sexually aroused by causing and experiencing real car-crashes. With that in mind, I'd think the girl just may have deliberately crashed her speeding car against a wall, resulting in the death of the man and finally enjoying the aftermath with a little cigarette. Would this image have been less disturbing, were the roles reversed? I think for some the answer would quite likely be yes.

Brian


Nan Goldin -The Hug (1980) NYC

Out all of Nan Goldin's vast body of work, her The Hug is an absolute favourite. The raven black hair, only the man's arm rapped around her waist showing, no faces, the only colour of the frame being the illuminating blue of her dress, the shadows on display and what seems to have been a swift and forceful movement resulting in this hug. In fact, a whole essay has been written about this photogprah by Darsie Alexander for the book Singular Images- Essays on remarkable photographs.

Roger



Genius. It's absolutely genius, not to mention beautiful. It's a few years old by now but the video for Roger Sanchez' tune Another Chance never fails to move. I'd sure be jealous of the director, had I been a music video director myself. How great as a concept for the lonely woman in the video to literally be wearing her heart on the sleeve wherever she goes, with its size depending on whether if she's happy or sad for the moment. The orchestration of the whole video is just so in synch with the overall feel of the tune, The part where the guy she's just met turns away on their second date to not be seen out with her because of the heart having grown back to its usual gigantic size is just very heartwrenching.

-Hallo...
-Hallo.
- Do you need help?
-Who doesn't?
-Is that your heart?
-Yeah.
-Big?
-It's small now.
-Small?
-It was bigger before.
-Scary.
-Yeah, that's my problem.

Barack



Sure, President Obama has remarkably white teeth but that's not what makes this so fascinating. It is rather the fact that it was shot by Terry Richardson. Hands down, this is as harmless as Richardson's work ever gets but still, he is the man known for giving us what many would characterize as smut. I guess this just goes to show that in times of an election all bets are off in terms of coming across as the most accessible and allrounded candidate. Quite a bold and obviously conscious move from Obama's publicists and PR-reps to greenlight this shoot and for Obama to be associated with Richardson. Who does give a fuck about uptight and holier-than-thou people though? Pleasing too see Obama isn't one.


With Richardson to his left

Marlon


Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire

I realise that the writing on this forum every so often is closely tied with the cinematic arts. I guess the saying of sticking to one thing if you do it, well somewhat well, goes here. On another note, going into this  (hah! It's hardly rocket science, is it?) I always knew what this forum would specifically never be allowed to be about. 1) Essentially, I'm not an interesting person enough to willingly disclose all my daily doabouts and whereabouts or going into length in search of the man behind no myths, yours truly that is (Neither, do I find most of those who do to be, so no need there in feeling sorry for me) 2) I'll be damned if I ever start mindlessly and self-indulgently writing about the things worn on my back or someone else's.Thus nowhere am I in the state to start addresseing critique on the, should we say, wardrobe of today. 

You realise quickly though that even occasionly hosting space for utter unimportances and random guilty pleasures can have legitmy as long as it's done under the pretense of something else or at least in a context that shifts focus into something  just a little bit more mindful and worthwhile. As this is as self-conscious as I'll ever get, I might as well throw in doing something which will definitely be a one-off and remember it as a promise, why don't you? 

Now, given what was just said, I do think that the t-shirt, casual as it is, can result in a very efforlessly smart and good look. Well, provided it is not too loosly or snuggly-fitting and is simple. Black or just white. Afterthought; maybe just black for some people. After all, there is one's complexion to think about... However, in regard to this piece of garment my take is not at all of any interest. No no, what I offer on the subject is of very little worth, please rest assured. Nevertheless, I rather find it interesting to learn what impact the film industry of the wicked west originally had on the boost of sales and popularity of the t-shirt.

Once nothing more than an utile cotton garment worn merely as an undershirt by the army troups in WWI (Apparently, less clear is whose army is to be credited for this introduction. Allegedly, the French Army, British Navy and the British Navy are all exclusively claiming) The film industry would later play a significant part in popularizing the t-shirt, creating a new trend by an original use of this garment that already existed in the wardrobe of every male but was never ever seen worn out on the streets (apart from on the back of construction workers on particularly hot days)

Most notably it was Marlon Brando wearing the t-shirt in Elia Kazan's classic A Streetcar Named Desire that would render this shift. The t-shirt he wore was a "sexualised reimagining" of the standard t-shirt at the time. Up until then t-shirts had no shape, no fit.With the film's costume designer Lucinda Ballard the t-shirt became more accentuating of the physique and revealing, as it was sewn in at the back for Brando. Impressively, Ballard's work on A Streetcar Named Desire earned her an Oscar for costume design. James Dean mimicking his idol Brando would later wear the t-shirt in Rebel Without a Cause and the two would subsequently become advocates of it for a new generation of men; as resorting to clichés will have me say.



 

Bob



Photography can appear so timeless, much like this edgy piece. Who would say this was more than 40 years old?

Photo: Bob Richardson

Anjelica



I'm revelling in whatever tidbit there is to find (not too many) about the former relationship of Anjelica Huston and Jack Nicholson. Anjelica Huston who is the daughter of director John Huston (The African Queen, The Maltese Falcon), once used to be the muse of photographer Bob Richardson (father of notorious Terry Richardson), also shooting with the likes of Guy Bourdin and Helmut Newton before turning into a succesful actress. She co-starred with Jack in her father's Prizzi's Honour from 1985 and people remember her for her turn as Morticia Addams in the big-screen adaptations about the The Addams Family. In recent years she has been serving well as the muse of director Wes Anderson in films like The Royal Tenenbaums and Darjeeling Limited. Jack on the other hand needs no further introduction.

Anjelica disclosed about Jack in Jefferson Hack's Another Magazine:

"Jack was a huge movie star and got a lot of attention and sometimes it was hard to be around it, because it would come uncensored and very directly whether I was with him or not. Girls threw themselves at him. And he was all boy. He wasn't going to turn down anything interesting, particularly if I was away. And I was away a lot. I was working a lot, he was working a lot. (...) Relationships are so mutable. There are moments when you think it's more important than anything to stay together, but you drift in different directions. Ultimately, it's terribly hard for me to break up with people, but Jack and I had essentially broken up a long time before we did break up. We weren't living together, we were seeing other people, we weren't discussing it with each other. A lot of the confrontational quality of our relationship - that confrontation that goes with knowing someone belongs to you - did not exist anymore. But the actual act of breaking up with Jack was huge; it was like breaking up with a parent. It was as hard as any death that I've survived."

On the topic of love she so wisely offers: "There is really no justice in love. You can't go into something emotional with a bargain in mind. You have to love unequivocally. You have to be direct in your emotions otherwise you can't expect anyone to deal directly with you."

In an interview with Parade Magazine Jack said about impregnating another woman with a child, while still in a relationship with Huston and upon learning the news:

"I was in a quandry. I knew having a child was a boon to my life, but I was in a wonderful relationship with Anjelica. It was as good as it gets. I immediately told her what was up, and she made the decision for us. Anjelica's first response was, 'You have to support this woman' Her second response was to come down to my job and beat the hell out of me. She really beat me up, I tell you. Anjelica can punch!"



Jacques


 ,.
De Battre Mon Coeur S'est Arrêté (The Beat My Heart Skipped). A gem from 3 years ago. Do I genuinely believe anyone would want to watch a film, simply judging by artwork like this? I sure as hell would hope so.

Helena





Boxing Helena

Jennifer Chambers Lynch' film  Boxing Helena which she wrote at 19 (!) screened at the Sundance Film Festival in 1993  to massive expectations and was allegedly the most anticipated film of that year's section. Why would it not, with the film being the directorial debut of David Lynch' daughter?  The latter had jumped on the stardom wagon with the ever so popular TV series Twin Peaks, launching him from the art house film theatres into the television sets of million of viewers worldwide. At the festival, Lynch Jr asked the public and press for her work to be separated from her fatther's and acknowledged in its very own right. Yet for her debut feature she used Sherilyn Fenn (known for her role as Audrey in Twin Peaks) in the title role of Helena and also used her father's cinematographer to lense it. So much for distancing, no?

The film faced its fair share of stirring controversy even before its release, mostly due to the actresses who quit the project deeming the role to be too risqué. Kim Basinger (likely not wanting to get typecasted after Adrianne Lynn's 9 1/2 Weeks) quit despite facing a law suit for the sum of $8 million for the breach of a verbal agreement which she was ordered to pay, resulting in her declaring personal bankruptcy. Even Madonna rejected the part at the height of her notorious Erotica-phase. Shouldn't this film then have served her well as an acting vehicle? Two hours after its screening, Boxing Helena died a merciless death, sending whatever hope Sherilyn Fenn had of a A-list future into despair. It was brutally savaged by critics, taking Lynch another 14 years making her second film.

I had almost forgotten about this film until seeing it again for the second time the other day. Understimated? No. It is however a prime example of one of those films that are so bad they actually almost become  somwhat good. The storyline is very interesting, it has to be said, and with more competence involved in  the making of the film it could have been a real contender so to speak. The execution is however far too poor for the film to offer any substance and instead it ends up looking like a B-rate steamy softcore adult film. Keeping things short, the story is of an obsessed surgeon who being unable to forget a former bitchy flame, imprisons her inside his home after an unforunate car accident that resulted in the amputation of her legs. Later he also amputates her arms, ultimately cutting her off from the world outside and making her dependent on him, to secure being the only one to ever love her. Yet another tale of the nautre of sexual obsession. When Woman in Chains by Tears for Fears starts playing as a backdrop in the film, it all just becomes a little too literal to not provide laughs.

The whole film can be streamed online through the following link:
http://www.megavideo.com/?v=0S3R0VJT




Agyness



On the one hand, the contrast of this image is sensational and yet, on the other there may just be reasons for taking offense. Same goes for the one below, if disclosed that the child's hat is labelled Fendi with a price tag of circa one Benjamin Franklin ($100) and that its source is not the Asian Newsweek but rather the Indian edition of the world's leading fashion publication. The editorial from which it's drawn features peasants dressed with items of luxury brand wear and has been called "not just tacky but downright distateful". Without going into lengths about what the actual ciritism is I instead pose the question whether it is not somewhat admirable and novel to pull these items out of their usual context and show them in another, very contrasting, light? It's not hard to see why this must have sounded like a really rad idea at some editorial meeting held in some neat office space in Mumbai but neither is it particularly hard to grasp why it was perceived as insensitive by others.

 

Miranda



Shot on a mere budget of  $150, above is Miranda July's short film titled Are You the Favourite Person of Anybody?.

And if you are; how sure are you? Very certain- Confident -Think so- Not so sure- Could be?

Starring: Miranda July and John C. Reilly.


Note: July is the author of the short story collection No One Belongs Here More Than You and director of Me and You and Everyone We Know.

Noah


Noah Baumbach's Margot at the Wedding

The New Yorker (not
  to be confused with New York Magazine) is such an intelligent and high-profile publication,unmatched by others, that stands the test of time. The New Yorker has since long had a tradition of highlighting the best of modern fiction by featuring short stories by contemporary writers. To mention just a few it has seen the contributions of the likes of Zadie Smith, Philip Roth, Richard Yates, Haruki Murakami, J.D Salinger and John Cheever. It's website currently features an enormously  hillarious story by talented director Noah Baumbach who helmed one of the best films of recent years, The Squid and the Whale and whose sophemore effort is the somewhat more flawed, yet interesting Margot at the Wedding.
 
It's called Buzzed and is about what goes on inside the head of a bee jacked up on cocaine.

Following fact from The Times is provided for the reader  which served Baumbach as inspiration:

To learn more about the biochemistry of addiction, scientists in Australia dropped liquefied freebase cocaine on bees' backs, so it entered the circulatory system and brain. The scientists found that bees react much like humans do: cocaine alters their judgment, stimulates their behavior and makes them exaggeratedly enthusiastic about things that might not otherwise excite them.

An excerpt:

"My little feet on the petal. Is that odd? It seems so funny to me. Oh, my God, you gotta try this pollen. It's so fucking . . . it's better than the nectar, even. This is the best fucking pollen I've ever had. God, I so badly wanna just go sting the fuck out of someone, you know? Just land on their ass and sting. . . . I'm so fucking jazzed right now. And then I hope they're allergic and they just blow up! We gotta get out of this hive, we gotta get mobile . . . "Going Mobile"!

Read the rest on New Yorker.com
http://www.newyorker.com/humor/2009/05/04/090504sh_shouts_baumbach


Jefferson




Now don't be a sourpuss.

The one single most useful advice you will likely be given is that the most important relationship you will ever have is the one you have with yourself.

Photo: Dazed & Confused, November 1998 Issue.

Sven



Sven Nykvist with Andreij Tarkovskij

There's a whole shebang of people to be credited for the effort of creating a feature film; there are producers, executive producers, screenwriters, editors, cinematographers and costume designers and pretty much a list that goes on from there. I admit to sometimes neglecting this fact when watching the Globes or the Academy Awards on television, wishing there was a fast-forward function to jump ahead, past awardings in categories such as Best Achievement in Sound Editing, straight 'til the far more suspensful and exciting moments of made-up-for-the-camera smiles for fellow contenders and larger than life speeches  in the actor categories. Yet, it's wonderul that these more anonymous contributors of a film are publically acknowledged, by and in front of their peers in such grand-scale at the most prestigious of functions imaginable.

Gone are the olden days when studio executives and producers such as the likes of Jack L Warner, Samuel Goldwyn and David O Selznick would end up with most of the credit for a film. Today, partly due to the effort made by the auteurs (directors) of the French Nouvelle Vague (Francois Truffaut, Jean-Luc Godard, Claude Chabrol, Alain Resnais et alia) in reclaiming this aforementioned credit, focus is to a much greater extent on the film director who serves as a creative leader, executing his entire vision into what is seen on the screen and thus making the magic happen. As such, late director Ingmar Bergman was a visionnaire of his very own kind, often ahead of his time in terms of the depth displayed in themes and writing.

One of  the great achievments of Bergman's films lies in their quality of being a visual treat for the eye. For this, much credit is due Bergman's cinematographer and friend Sven Nykvist who had an unique sense of natural lighting, using it masterfully to create ambience and enchancing sentiments of characters. He remains one of the most succesful cinematographers in film history and is a part of very small group of cinematographers who have been able to make a true mark for themselves that stretches far beyond the admiration of just the industry. Other notables include cinematographers Lazlo Kovacs (who worked on the American New Wave) and Wong Kar Wai's recurring team member, Christopher Doyle.

Nykvist achieved not only one but two Academy Awards for his work in Bergman's Cries and Whispers and Fanny & Alexander. Notably he also worked with other maîtres of the cinema such as Woody Allen, Michelangelo Antonioni and Andreij Tarkovskij.


Sven Nykvist with Woody Allen


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