Street Art of the Day: TrustoCorp‘s latest “public intervention” involves ultra-realistic send-ups of popular gossip magazines that feature heavy-breathed headlines for stories that have yet to be written.
Copies were inserted into racks at newsstands and bookstores throughout Hollywood, Manhattan, Williamsburg, LAX, and JFK, so if you happen to be in one of these areas, you may just get to read tomorrow’s news today.
See hi-res images of the faux-mags after the jump.
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1938
A wave from a hurricane strikes a seawall in New England.
Over a four-day period, the 1938 storm nicknamed “The Long Island Express” dropped an average of 11 inches of rain over a 10,000-square-mile area. Flooding inflicted major damage through Connecticut, Massachusetts, New York, and Vermont, causing more than $300 million in losses. In all, 600 people died. Ten of those deaths were in New York City.
(via Live Science)
“Inspiration and creativity, they ride right next to one another…Not everyday are you going to wake up, the clouds are gonna part and the rays are gonna come down…sometimes you gotta just get in there and force yourself to work and maybe something good will come out of it.”
-Jack White on creativity. From a great documentary called Under Great White Northern Lights.
My take? You must take a picture every day. Maybe something good will come out of it.
[***Update: if you like this, then you'll want to take a peek at "Talent is nothing without Focus & Endurance" over at my Google+ page. Love to be in your circle there...]
Catherine Deneuve during the filming of Repulsion (1965, dir. Roman Polanski)
Catherine Deneuve in Repulsion (1965, dir. Roman Polanski)
“My aim was to show Carole’s hallucinations through the eye of the camera, augmenting their impact by using wide-angle lenses of progressively increasing scope. But in itself, that wasn’t sufficient for my purpose. I also wanted to alter the actual dimensions of the apartment — to expand the rooms and passages and push back the walls so that audiences could experience the full effect of Carole’s distorted vision.
Accordingly we designed the walls of the set so they could be moved outward and elongated by the insertion of extra panels. When ‘stretched’ in this way, for example, the narrow passage leading to the bathroom assumed nightmarish proportions.”
-Polanski, quoted in Roman (1984)
It is almost a cliché to say that when Jinx walked across a different world when she traversed the Piazza della Republica in Florence on that August day exactly sixty years ago. But that world was truly different — in a sense, unfathomably different — to someone born in the 1980s. Even today, after all advances in modern communications, online bookings and airtravel, travelling alone can be daunting. But imagine doing exactly that sixty years ago, when the world was a more intolerant place — which was what Jinx and her photographer did.
In 1951, Ninalee “Jinx” Allen Craig was a 23 year old student who had recently quit her job in New York to embark on her own grand tour of Europe. In Florence, while lodging at a cheap hostel overlooking the Arno, she met another American girl who was also travelling solo — the 29-year old aspiring photojournalist named Ruth Orkin.
Together, they decided that they would do a photoessay documenting what it was like to be a woman travelling alone in Europe in the 1950s. In Don’t be Afraid to Travel Alone, Orkin photographed Criag shopping in the markets, crossing traffic, riding a carriage and flirting at a cafe. The photos were powerful, but one photograph stood head and shoulders above the others — and it made Orkin famous.
On August 22nd 1951, Orkin saw Jinx walking through a crowd on the Piazza della Republica, and being ogled. She turned and took one shot, and asked Jinx to walk through again. Orkin also asked the man on motorcycle to tell the other men not to look at the camera. For these reasons, the photo was considered to have been “staged” but contact sheets reveal that Orkin took only two frames.
The image of a young woman walking unaccompanied through a thicket of leering men was provocative; the figure of the whistling young man grabbing his crotch was considered to have extremely obscene and was airbrushed out for years to come. But the photo nonetheless became a bestselling poster. But Jinx does not believe it was exploitative:
It’s not a symbol of harassment. It’s a symbol of a woman having an absolutely wonderful time!
I clutched my shawl to me because that sheaths the body. It was my protection, my shield. I was walking through a sea of men. I was enjoying every minute of it. They were Italian and I love Italians.
Indeed, she returned to New York and later married an Italian widower. As for Orkin, she would go on to have a productive career, but the above photo forever remained her only masterpiece.
(See here for more in-depth interview with Jinx Allan).
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Found at a flea market.
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One day, while taking a look at some vistas in Dad’s stereopticon, it hit me that I was just this little girl, born in Texas, whose father was a sign painter, who only had just so many years to live. It sent a chill down my spine and I thought where would I be this very moment, if Kit had never met me? Or killed anybody… this very moment… if my mom had never met my dad… if she had never died. And what’s the man I’ll marry gonna look like? What’s he doing right this minute? Is he thinking about me now, by some coincidence, even though he doesn’t know me? Does it show on his face? For days afterwards I lived in dread. Sometimes I wished I could fall asleep and be taken off to some magical land, and this never happened.
- Badlands
