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Back in April, Mark Ryden explained his "Incarnation" piece: "There seems to be a complete disconnect between meat as food and the living, breathing creature it comes from. I suppose it is this contradiction that brings me to return to meat in my art. It surprises many people to learn that I am actually not a vegetarian. I don’t think it is morally wrong to eat meat. What I do personally is to try to remain aware of what I am eating and where it came from. I am not trying to preach a moral stance on anything in my art, but I find that juxtaposition of imagery can create a kind of distance and then an ensuing heightening of awareness.” I think Lady Gaga does something similar with her work, as she's often making references to/ criticizing/ commenting on consumption and consumer culture. (It's part of why I love her so much -- I can enjoy consuming her on a superficial level, but I also like the challenge of trying to figure out what she's about. And in so doing, she successfully brings awareness to my relationship to her - she makes me think about how I consume her, and consume in general. This seems to be Ryder's objective as well.)
These are some of my favorite photographs by Annie Leibovitz, not only because of their subject matter, but also because they seem more "real". Touring with the Rolling Stones in 1975, Leibovitz was able to capture moments that strip down rock n' roll's glamorous facade, to reveal the exertion and physical/emotional toll that rockstars endure. While these ugly-beautiful photos arguably speak more to the darker side of rock, they still maintain that rockstar god-like essence that keeps me captivated.
Meet Kristin Reiter, a creative at Nike (who I had the pleasure of meeting this summer through a fab friend of mine, Cindy.) Upon reading Kristin's kickass blog BLEACHBLACK, I've discovered that she rocks the most radass hue of eyeshadow I've ever seen. Is that too shallow & materialistic of me to say? Oh, F it. (I mean really: How am I supposed to look at these images & NOT want to immediately procreate with some generously-eyelidded significant other, with the obvious intent of bringing normal-eyelidded offspring into this world, for which I'd have a decent excuse to return to makeup counters once again and demand for greatest shade of electric-aqua-blue?! Is that weird? Is that racist? Probablyyy. It's just that sometimes, slanty-eyes can be a b*tch.)
Some shots I took from the Word Basketball Festival in New York a couple weeks ago. These are all from Rucker Park events up in Harlem.
MJ.
Carmelo Anthony
DWade
MJ, DWade, Carmelo Anthony
Brooklyn team.