Showing posts with label aesthete. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aesthete. Show all posts

4.06.2011

Tribute to the first Horror Film.

The German Expressionist film, 1902's The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. 





If you're so inclined you can Google all of the wonderful (and occasionally supremely flaky) discussions of German Expressionism contained therein, and the impact that the film had on later noir film-makers.

Or, just follow this link (cuz I'm a sweetheart) --> http://tinyurl.com/455rdeu

Anyway, enjoy, and I'll see you kids later.



Sleep tight.





.d.s.

4.04.2011

Our species is doomed. DOOMED!

Why today, you may ask?

boobs.
breasts.
tits.
tatas.
teats.



 Gaugin wants to know what's the big deal with breasts?


Whatever you call 'em, they are clearly evil...at least to one deranged nutjob at the National Museum in Washington...

From the Washington Post

Screaming “This is evil,” a woman tried to pull Gauguin’s “Two Tahitian Women” from a gallery wall Friday and banged on the picture’s clear plastic covering, said Pamela Degotardi of New York, who was there.
“She was really pounding it with her fists,” Degotardi said. “It was like this weird surreal scene that one doesn’t expect at the National Gallery.”


Want to see the "EVIL"? Of course you do...It's Gaugin's "Two Tahitian Women", and so clearly trafficks to our base, prurient interests that it has no artistic merit. Whatsoever.



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There is some good news to the extent that some people (mainly ones visiting museums) don't take kindly to the attempted destruction of an international treasure...
“She was really pounding it with her fists,” Degotardi said. “It was like this weird surreal scene that one doesn’t expect at the National Gallery.”

The woman who allegedly attacked the painting was “immediately restrained and detained” by the museum’s federal protection ser­vices officers, who charged her with destruction of property and attempted theft, Ziska said in a statement.

The painting’s alleged attacker was “tackled by a guy who was visiting the gallery,” Degotardi said. She described him as a social worker from the Bronx.



So, well done Bronx social worker. And, well done to save the painting. As of this writing, no damage has been reported.





...of course that does nothing to diminish the fact that our entire species is well and truly fucked.


h/t Kleph




.d.s 

2.28.2011

Say what you will about psychotic, strung-out, Libyan dictator, Qadaffi...

And, trust me, plenty of people have said some very negative things during his 40 years in power, but one thing cannot be denied.

The man can absolutely pimp up some "crazed/deranged Autocrat" clothing.








This one, by far, is my favorite. Hell, I'd wear that to court.
Part RPG villain/part geometric nightmare from 1987, this bold scarlet and gray design is the shit.
-d.s.

12.23.2010

How did I miss this?

Cracked on Ingmar Bergen



Paging Antonius Block...



I love me a good Bergman film; grainy black and white movies, usually with the incomparable Max von  Sydow, beautiful women, two hours in the dark exploring the post-modern crises of faith in a cold, uncaring universe. Cracked has a beta topic index, where readers can create their own sort of dick joke Wiki. 

The entry RE: Ingmar Bergen is some special kind of awesome. Be sure to check out the full entry, but below is a snippet of the Bergen Drinking Game



Now that you know everything you need to know about Ingmar Bergman, you can Netflix a few of his movies and play this game with your buddies:
One Drink
  • a character appears in a mirror
  • two characters have a dialogue while at least one is staring an the abyss
  • Max von Sydow murders someone who totally deserved it
  • Something makes no fucking sense
Two Drinks
  • a character questions the existence of God
  • a character has a moral crisis
  • Sven Nykvist is a genius



Well done. Well done.



12.17.2010

Wherein Der Schatten Tag-Teams Siouxsie Law's Dog Post*....

This morning, your Not-So-Humble Author was browsing the RSS feed, when he happened across an interesting post by Fellow Traveler, Siouxsie Law, "Dog Groomer Sues To Keep Gigantic Dog Mural on Her Building".




 Seriously. Look at this fucking thing. 
As Justice Potter Stewart said of pornography, "I'll know it when I see it". 
Ditto with art, and this fails the eyeball test.



Therein, Siouxie Law details the alleged First Amendment issues posed by the owner of a dog grooming business in Virginia. You'll have to read her post for the details, but the long and short of it is as follows:
  • Woman owns said business that abuts county lands, the latter of which also happens to be a community dog park.
  • Groomer then paints an abortion of an advertisement, not including her business' name but featuring stylized cartoon canines frolicking with reckless abandon, and it runs a full sixty (60') feet by sixteen (16') feet. Or, roughly, the size of a 1L's underclothes after a semester of inactivity, fast food and cheap beer. Or, for the rural folks, about the size of a small mobile home. (Appalachia, holler!).
  • County says, "that thing is hideous, and, despite your insistence that it's "art", it's very much an advertisement for your business." 
  • Nevertheless, County agrees to compromise: Groomer can keep her memento to bad taste so long as she paints "community dog park" above it, or some other such verbiage and/or indicia of non-profit motive.
  • Groomer resists; then files a suit against the County claiming that her rights to First Amendment expression have been abridged/infringed/got butthurt.




 First Amendment doctrine? Again?! AARGHGHGHGGGHHH
My feelings on First Amendment Doctrine are legendary (in my own fevered mind, at least).
Incidentally, I've been dying to use this picture. 


I will let Siouxsie handle the First Amendment ramifications (Spoiler: There's no case) because A) I'm a property law dork, and B) there are so many better reasons to tell this women to get drowned in effluent.

So, I did a lil' digging, because I am both a nerd and an insomniac, and it appears as though Virginia has some unusual party wall statutes. For those who don't know, a party wall is the legal fiction that both persons own a wall if/when it happens to separate properties. The ownership interest is of note, because even if I construct an improvement (fancy speak for building/dwelling, etc), and divide our land with the exterior wall, you -as my neighbor- still have interests in that wall. So it's not just a "party wall", but rather a "parti-" wall, e.g., partition.

This means that the non-owner of the parti wall still has rights and interests in the structure and can enjoin your use of it and/or seek compensation for loss of it (especially if it's such a tacky fucking 'mural' like the one above). And, as you would expect with such a legal fiction, there are some odd results that can follow. For instance, in Virginia, whence this case hails, there is an A.G. opinion that an owner of fee land, upon which a party wall was constructed, can't even videotape the shared wall because it would violate the State's wiretapping statutes as to the non-owner.








 Property law at 4:00 a.m? Won't you think of the puppies?



Now, look back up at the picture graciously hotlinked borrowed from Siouxsie's post. It appears as though the Groomer's building, including the dripline of the kennel's ceiling and any setbacks, probably run into lands of County. In other words, the County is probably considered a party/parti- owner, or adjacent owner, of the land upon which the party wall touches/divides. Under most zoning laws, the County is then likely a "party wall owner". 

I'd have to see the zoning ordinances, and the facts of the complaint, but homework and research are for suckers, especially when it's much more fun to speculate wildly and irresponsibly. This means that the County has rights to and interests in the Groomer's wall above, including enjoining this special needs painting above, and not having to subject other tax payers to a 960 square foot advertising (hell, that's a large Manhattan apartment!).

Wait a second, sayeth the average American. You mean if I share a wall, the adjacent landowner can stop me from painting tasteful cartoons upon it? Or, the County can stop me from using my own property in a commercial manner in which it was zoned for?

Absolutely.



Unbeknown to most, the origin of "asplodes" has its roots in David Cronenberg's "Scanners"





Siouxsie's post makes excellent mention of zoning laws and advertising regulations as a perfectly legitimate exercise of the State's police powers (these are, after all, nothing more than very neutral time/place/manner restrictions on speech, be that speech commercial or otherwise). The examples she provides are Vegas, Staten Island and Times Square. All very good examples, I add, of how commercialization and/or "speech" can absolutely blight a city.

But why can these be regulated? Simple: members of the community have a right to not be exposed to monstrous advertising which gobbles up the skyline and/or diminishes the community characteristics. This is particularly true in areas where natural beauty is an attraction, or even for reasons as OCD as ensuring that certain areas of town all have the same facade/general structural/appearance.

Hell, I'll even through in a few more examples to help make her point:



 Hate me.


See the above? That's the view outside my place on the Kona/Kohala Gold Coast; aptly named so, as you can tell. Imagine a towering vacation rental, such as you see in my old Southern  stomping grounds, the Gulf Coast.



Sweet home.



Now, what's the difference here, although it is hard to tell initially? For a start, Hawaii County forbids the erection of structures exceeding forty feet. For any reason. That is so that people who aren't blessed enough to live right on makai (ocean-side) can still see the coast, the shoreline, the sunset, the horizon, scantily clad attractive people. 

And, the differences extend in a way salient to Siouxsie's point: For instance, on the same Kona/Kohala Coast, where the Shadow makes his living (and a bastion of artists, I add), no signage/displays/exhibits, etc can vertically exceed the horizon line. So, depending on where you're at, that's anywhere from 4'-14'. Hence, everyone gets to look at the natural beauty without a Bed, Bath & Beyond neon monstrosity. 

And, guess who lost a zoning fight to pollute the skyline? McDonalds: an entity that certainly has a more recognizable brand, and -some would argue- a more compelling reason to advertise its wares. But, you know what? As a community we've decided that the scenery beats the Golden Arches; that the rights of our residents and guests to enjoy the town and the natural sights takes precedent over gaudy commercialization, or even expressions of "artistic" speech. 

And, every court in the Nation will respect that as a valid objective and our methods a reasonable restriction on expression, speech, and commercial speech such as advertising.



I just had a seizure looking at this...
 


Bad pun absolutely intended: This is a dog of a case. Even if the County isn't a party owner to the dividing wall, there are plenty of compelling reasons to reasonably restrict advertising; especially when such advertising or "art" adjoins a public facility, paid for by the taxpayers, and used for the benefit of the taxpayers. 

That's more than enough for me.




*C'mon. You didn't think I was going to let the opportunity for a perfectly perverse pun pass me by, even at 3 in the morning?I've hopefully not slipped that much.

12.03.2010

Sublime.

Absolutely awe-inducing. Sublime. Awesome. Powerful. Transcendent. Majestic. Terrifying.

Whatever adjectives you can conjure neither they, nor these photographs by Sean Heavey (Glasgow, Montana) can do justice to the power and majesty of nature's fury unleashed. These images are of the phenomenon known as a "supercell", a tornadic strength thunderstorm that drop out of the sky and wreak untold damage and horror.

Having lived through a few of these in the South, they are terrifying and awesome to behold. Mr. Heavey's photos, and the subsequent story in the Daily Mail (UK), are splendid.



Click for full-size pants-wetting.




Anyone else reminded of Nivens' classic "Mote in God's Eye"?




Seriously, go check out the Daily Mail's full story and many, many more images. Well worth your time.
-d.s. 

11.16.2010

Today's Nuclear Immolation Fantasy: Miss Crash


Nothing really left to said: I dig the Lynch-thing going on here. Also, you should note, that at Miss Crash's Flickr album there are several NSFW, but tastefully done, nudes and other erotica.

Just a warning for those of you whom are offended by our humanity laid bare.

11.11.2010

I now share my new/renewed fixation: Pinups.

Sure, the sexy nerd girls do it for me; attraction is 50% physical and 50% between the ears. But, also being a big fan of pretty, feminine things, pinups have become increasingly a fave; especially, with the alt-underground style which pays homage to retro pinups. Sure, we all know Dita Von Teese, but there are tons of very lovely pinups out there.

So, let's celebrate their beauty, and overall punkabilly chic.


Today brings us one straight from the ole Gmail inbox: Violet Valentine.


I reject your starving women and substitute something a bit more on the curvier side, thx.




All good pinups have several common features: Soft lines, luxuriant hair, a strong handsome face, bright beautiful eyes and a great smile. Congratulations Violet, you meet all of the above. 
Beautiful lady.

Tip o' the satin top hat to the excellent Pinup Post. Go, pay them a visit now minions.



-d.s

11.10.2010

A Few Thoughts on the Value of Sexy Toys.

McDonalds. Xandria. Burger King. Adam and Eve. McRibs. Fleshlights.

What do these things have in common? If a sex toy shop in Huntsville, Alabama has its way, then they are all things that you will soon be able to shop for via a drive through pick-up window.

As WHNT Channel 19 reports:

Pleasures' proprietor Sherri Williams has found a new way to stimulate business. The new Pleasures location is already open, but starting on Saturday, the former bank building and its three lane drive-thru window will offer customers faster shopping from the privacy of their car, via a four-foot-tall lighted menu featuring a variety of adult toys, lubricants and stimulants.



 No, I didn't order the Enema Kit; just the Medium Ball Gag-to-go. Purple.


The story continues...

Drive-thrus are widely considered one of the greatest convenience revolutions of modern times, and aside from the occasional missing straw or ignored request for 'no pickles', there usually aren't any surprises.

But at the new Pleasures drive-thru, a little spontaneity will be exactly what the customer is looking for. Saturday, the teller bays of an old bank will be transformed in to Pleasures' new one-stop drive-thru romance shop, where customers can pull through, order what they want from a menu and have it delivered right to the teller drawer.


Now, I'm not sure about you, but "spontaneity" when picking out a toy isn't exactly what I had in mind. Latex can cause some serious reactions, for instance. And, not everyone is down with knobbed glass dildos. 

That said, I wholly endorse the concept, especially in puritanical places (e.g., damned near all of America), where people are discouraged from parking their cars and looking for the occasional vibrating cockring, or horse-tail butt plug.



"Ok, so the stainless steel Anubis doesn't really do it for me. 
But, what the hell, if you like it, let's give it a go."
--What everyone should say to their partner's respective kinks


As most of you remember (or could readily guess), I love sex shops, sex toys, and anything that promotes a spirited romp in the sack. Adore them, but for reasons which may surprise you. No, I do not enjoy them merely for the gloryholes. Rather, I think placing odd things in our respective orifices, or eating out of custom-monogrammed pet dishes, makes us a more open, honest society. It makes our relationships more healthy, promotes communication and certainly more fun (although, never underestimate the power of missionary done well).  And, when done right, sexual accessories can be damned beautiful, as well as erotic. (see my previous fascination with shibari).


 Seriously, people, elegant ropework accentuates the feminine form: It's not solely my kink, it's my abiding love of the beautiful. And this is beautiful.


Sometimes, you just want to feel a little dirty. There's nothing wrong with that.  So, go to your local purveyor of porn, and take your loved one along. Talk to one another, discover new things, openly discuss your sex lives and the joys of exploring one another's body.  Laugh, love, live, engage in  commerce to support your local small businesses. 

This sad spin on the carousel of woe is the only life we have. And our bodies are the only vehicle with which to enjoy it. Don't limit that life by artificial and arbitrary constraints, largely imposed by others, who would deny you the pleasure of a healthy, safe, sane sexual relationship.

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For more posts RE: Sex toys, I recommend my confession that I wish I had a vagina to try out the OhMiBod iPod vibrator; the horror that is the Fleshlight; and the Japan collection of lolita, amputee, hentai, sleepy sex WTF -- there are many more, as well, if you're into frightening large dildos and mythical creature dongs :)


-D.S.

2.11.2010

Pretty things for an ugly day

Today has been bust-ass...and, objectively, I can't really think of why it should have been. In any event, I think I may just mail it in for a bit, and get some rest. In light of the ugliness, bring on the pretty


For my money, there is still no culture more imbued with beauty and grace than the Japanese...




 
This is a great tattoo, and those are perfect breasts....



 
 Not really sure why I love this one so much; perhaps its my love of perfect heart-shaped buttocks, but, more probable is that you know my love of erotic knot-work. And, this hearkens to shibari that I do groove upon.




 If there is a better, sexy girl-next-door look, I still haven't found it. One of the pissers of living in the Midwest is that it barely ever rains; and I do love a good, sudden thunderstorm. They make everyone cuter.




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2.06.2010

Something in red came looking, and it found me.

Been terribly busy today planning my trip to Hawaii, but, something odd did happen in the 1/2 hour or so while I was Stumbling. Apparently, StumbleUpon thinks that I like Russian women, goth chicks and lingerie. Hell, it's smarter than my friends then apparently. But, what was truly uncanny was that all of these files hit me within half an hour, and they are all color-coded. Red. Enjoy.


 
If Alice were a strumpet. I really do like the muted crimson here.




This is simply beautiful...and so, so sexy.




 
This is by far my favorite. Red angel wings, stolid -but cute- communist girl, battered USSR flag.




I'm pretty sure the "fiery red" this title alludes to is because of her hair. However, if you're colorblind you couldn't tell the difference between that and her dress. And, seriously, would you care?







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1.28.2010

This is so gay, but I love it....

Jesus-y, yes. But beautiful it remains...
And, FWIW: This is my personal motto. You get one, and but one, spin on this world. Enjoy. Look forward when you can, enjoy the present as it comes, and relish the past as it arises...





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1.25.2010

Life is ugly: Enjoy some beauty

Very ugly last week or so for me...Depressing news all the way around, and other assorted crap. So, no snark, or pith, just beauty on display for the next few images. God knows, with the ugliness of the world, a ray of light -in any form- is welcome.



 I love this. It reminds me of the 20s flapper girls, who were so elegant, and feminine and beautiful.



 

No explanation, the juxtaposition of the pale skin with the dark eyes, lips and nails makes this not just erotic, but pleasing to the eye.



 

There is nothing in nature that can rival the female form for pure beauty and subtlety and visual grace.








Sublime.

They say that a picture is/can be worth a thousand words. Yet, what is one to do when the picture itself is beyond words.

And, that is what I have found.

Sublime.

Exemplary.

Defying description.

Art.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the most awesome image ever created and shared on the interwebs.





wait for it....






wait for it...






Ready to be wowed?







You're welcome...






1.21.2010

Updating the BlogRoll

Four new additions today, and all three are worth your time, they are linked below, and will, hereafter, be available to the left under various categories.




DirtyAngels, is a site with, largely, safe for work erotica of a dark nature. The models and photography are first rate, and, my current (and probably all-time) favorite, Liama is one lady definitely worth looking at. This is dark erotica at its finest, and truly an aesthetic pleasure.




Hear The World, is an endeavor by Nico to sample, and then share, all of the beautiful music from around the world; things that you might not otherwise be exposed to. Not a simple "indier-than-thou, blog, it's thoughtful and will open your eyes and ears to the creative efforts of musicians around the world.




For fans of concerts, reviews and rare releases of giants in the gothic music industry, this relatively new site, Dark Circle Room, is a must visit. No thievery or file sharing here, but a wealth of resources and referral site. Brilliant.




Looking for the lyrics to an Avenged Sevenfold song? How about old Skinny Puppy? Perhaps you like electronica and wonder what Blutengel is up to. Dark Lyrics has you covered. Great alphabetized interface and search features to boot.




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1.16.2010

Literacy Time: Song of Solomon


This wonderful painting by Micheal Aviano is still available for auction...give him some money people.

 

The Song of Solomon, in case you've not read it, is one of the most sublime, sensual pieces of poetry written in antiquity. Some versions of the Bible do not carry it, but it does feature quite prominently in certain Jewish traditions. Estimated to be written in a Northern Hebrew dialect about 3000 years ago, there are many explanations for why this deliberately non-religious book wound up in holy texts. The worst one, but by far the most popular explanation, is that the short tale of unrequited love, courtship and consummation represents the relationship between god and man. I for one, however, do not buy it...



When I read the Song of Songs, I think of Lebanese beauty, Haifa...

 

Chapter 7: Song of Songs

  1. How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
  2. Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
  3. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
  4. Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
  5. Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
  6. How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
  7. This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
  8. I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
  9. And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
  10. I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
  11. Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
  12. Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
  13. The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved. 




Pretty steamy, and beautiful, huh?



Free e-text of this entire, lovely duet can be found here.



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Guitarists: Weird "O" faces, but worth it...



This kid's pretty fucking good...
And, yes, we are totally worth it...




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1.10.2010

Erotic beyond all possible belief...


This is the most phenomenally sexy picture I've ever seen...
Viva eroticism. Good to see that the torrents of internet porn haven't killed you...


 

1.09.2010

12.09.2009

You are not patient...


This is the head of a pin, long considered the best ballroom for dancing angels...


Got 25 years of utter boredom? Feel like killing that time as you wait for the icy scythe of death to take you? That's just what happened in 1880. A convicted forger was serving his time in Sing Sing prison, and had nothing better to do with his time, so he fell back into religion, long the staple and comfort of the condemned.

 
Really, what else are you gonna' do?

Mr. Shiller didn't just spend his time in idle contemplation and navel-gazing over the Trinity. No, he was an active fella'. When his body was found dead one morning on his cell floor, a search of his corpse revealed seven standard pins: 6 silver, 1 gold: All were about 2 inches in length with a pinhead about 1.17 millimeters. That's not necessarily outstanding or too worrisome. However, upon closer inspection, it was revealed that each of the seven pins had been engraved with the full 65 word, 254 character Lord's Prayer using an instrument too small to be seen by the naked eye....



Shiller went blind making each of the 1680 strokes required to engrave each one of these...taking 25 years in all.



The moral of the story? The next time you're bored, just think, it could be a lot worse....