#tbt in honor of the 50th anniversary of 1967’s New Documents. This modestly scaled exhibition, featuring work by three (then) young and relatively unknown photographers named Diane Arbus, Lee Friedlander, and Garry Winogrand, had a lasting influence on modern photography. As curator John Szarkowski explained in his introduction to the exhibition, the three represented a new generation of photographers with markedly different aims than those of their hortatory predecessors of the 1930s and 1940s: they had “redirected the technique and aesthetic of documentary photography to more personal ends. Their aim has been not to reform life but to know it". The exhibition established all three photographers as important voices in American art; their achievements continue to encourage more nuanced understandings of the medium. In celebration of the 50th anniversary, the Museum is publishing Arbus, Friedlander, Winogrand: New Documents, 1967 by curator Sarah Meister, who will also introduce a public conversation between artists Max Kozloff, Tod Papageorge, and Martha Rosler next Monday, February 27th.
There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.
OPEN FOR GIF REQUESTS. LIST OF MOVIES OR TV SHOWS I’M ABLE TO GIF: The Young Pope (Season 1). Love The Coopers. 5 Flights Up. And So It Goes. The Big Wedding. Darling Companion. Morning Glory. Mad Money. Mama’s Boy. Because I Said So. The Family Stone. Something’s Gotta Give. On Thin Ice. Town & Country. Hanging Up. The Only Thrill. Marvin’s Room. The First Wives Club. Father of the Bride Part II. Father of the Bride. The Godfather Part III. The Good Mother. Baby Boom. Crimes of the Heart. Shoot the Moon. Reds. Manhattan. Looking for Mr. Goodbar. Annie Hall. Love and Death. The Godfather Part II. Sleeper. Play It Again, Sam. The Godfather.
Oftentimes more so than the Oscars or the Met Gala, Cannes emerges as the platform for my favorite red carpet moments each year. The custom gowns and no holds barred glamour make the red carpet one to watch, especially when considering how every top actress and model makes multiple appearances at events throughout the duration of the festival.
This year, I loved Diane Kruger in an embellished Prada that boasted a unique halter neckline and the prettiest cape and train. Sienna Miller sparkled in a slip Ralph Lauren Collection dress that resembled liquid gold. Emma Stone was elegant in a Christian Dior couture number with a long, flattering silhouette. Fan Bingbing continued to win over style commentators with a dramatic Ralph & Russo couture gown that played with the perfect Spring palette.
Emily Blunt shone in a close-cut Stella McCartney and had one of my favorite beauty looks, simple with pulled back hair, understated but smoky makeup, and stunning statement earrings. Natalie Portman, poster girl for Dior, continues to be the perfect embodiment of the House on the red carpet, opting for a classic a-line gown from runway. And Naomi Watts wore an Elie Saab look that seamlessly transitioned from a sequined bodice to a feathered train.
As for the models, Karlie Kloss was radiant in a Peter Copping for Oscar de la Renta runway gown in the most striking blue, and Miranda Kerr chose a Grecian cut pink Emanuel Ungaro number with a plunging neckline that was sure to have stopped traffic.
And last but surely not least, fashion favorite Lupita Nyong’o had my favorite use of color in a gorgeous green Gucci gown that was made for her signature twirls on the red carpet.
Hey all, I'm so excited that I have 500 followers! In celebration, I made one of those ask meme things for the characters from Daria. Feel free to reblog this and/or ask me any of the questions from this list!
What are your public talents? Hidden ones?
Charles Ruttheimer III "Upchuck":
Have you ever had a creepy experience with a stranger? What about an acquaintance? Care to describe one?
How's your sarcastic edge?
Are you a workaholic?
How attentive are you to your friends and family?
What's your best friend like?
Have you ever had a crush on a sibling's friend or a friend's sibling?
Have you ever been under a lot of pressure from your parents to succeed?
Joey, Jeffy, and Jamie:
Have you ever been grouped with someone enough that people get you confused?
Have you ever gone out for sports?
Michael Jordan Mackenzie "Mack":
What's a nickname that you hated having?
Ms. Angela Li:
Do you frequently want recognition for the things you do?
Ms. Claire Defoe:
Was art class your thing?
Ms. Janet Barch:
Did a teacher ever hate you for no reason?
Mr. Anthony DeMartino:
What's your worst experience with a teacher?
Mr. Timothy O'Neill:
Who was your nicest teacher?
Mrs. Diane Bennett:
Do you collect anything? If yes, what?
Do you have a favorite outfit? What is it (if yes)?
Are you a leader or a follower?
Have you ever had friends that didn't treat you properly?
Do you agree with everything your friends say?
Do you have a significant other? If yes, what are they like?
The Outsiders features a “who’s who” of actors from the 1980s. At the time of the movie, all of the stars were young and not yet superstars. However, every single actor in the poster above became huge in the 80s - Patrick Swayze, Matt Dillon, Rob Lowe (not super creepy Rob Lowe), Tom Cruise, C.Thomas Howell, Ralph Macchio, and Emilio Estevez. And not to be left out, Diane Lane also appeared in the movie.
The Outsiders is based on a novel by S.E. Hilton from 1967 and follows the lives of a gang named the Greasers (they wore lots of grease in their hair) and their rivalry against the upper-class Socs. As for a plot, I can’t say there really is one, but it’s still an enjoyable movie to watch and it’s entertaining to see all the aforementioned actors before they hit it big.
My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth itself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? When the lightning strikes shadows on the bedroom wall and the rain taps at the window with its long fingernails? No. When fear and cold make a statue of you in your bed, don’t expect hard-boned and fleshless truth to come running to your aid. What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The soothing rocking safety of a lie.
Come spring next year, this is what I’ll be doing: all decked out in Diane von Furstenburg’s SS Collection, somewhere in Hawaii with my toes in the sand and with perfect, frizz-free beach hair (wish I may, wish I might!).