I am an art history graduate currently living in Germany and travelling a lot. This blog is a place for me to keep the things I like, the things I know about, and the things I'd like to know more about. It is by no means meant to be impressive. It is a teaching platform for myself, and perhaps you will discover something too.
My research deals with technological failure as artistic tactic, human-machine interaction, virtuality/potentiality, difficulties of digital authenticity, and image/data clutter.
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I also run this blog, dedicated to the ridiculous things I find here on tumblr dot com.
Frivolity and Death By contrast, Alexander McQueen’s Fall–Winter 2000–2001 show articulated the darker side of the circus and fairground. Staging it on a merry-go-round in front of a Victorian toyshop, McQueen emphasised the sinister side of childhood toys, sampling the voice of the character from the film Chitty Chitty Bang Bang in the sound track. The models’ make-up was based on the white clown to produce a mournful and alienated image. In this show, the frightening and strange elements of the circus were made explicit, for example in the black-clad model with a golden skeleton dragging at her feet.
Alexander McQueen, What a Merry-Go-Round, Fall–Winter 2001–2002 Photography Roberto Tecchio
Fashion at the Edge: Spectacle, Modernity and Deathliness by Caroline Evans, Yale University Press
Maybe the worst part about living alone is that I am the one who has to get the spider into a jar to put it outside, and I am the one who is screaming on the balcony as it hangs from the jar wriggling its legs.
On the bright side, I am moving out of this horrible apartment and town tomorrow, about which I couldn’t be happier.