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Saturday, 28 July 2007 |
I don't know the story behind this
photo essay. A friend sent it to me. I colorized it. The soldiers are
giving the little pig Kagor, a sweet red wine. The auto-translation from the
Russian wikipedia reads thusly:
Kagor
(from the French. Cahors), a sweet wine, cooked red varieties of
grapes, cultivated near the town of Cahors, partial fermentation or
deliver content and then adding alcohol.
They
differ spify temno-rubinovoy colour, the completeness, soft, velvety,
fine cocoa-chocolate tones in taste and bouquet. These are
prepared in many wine regions. The main characteristic of this type of
cooking wine-cooking.
They differ spify temno-rubinovoy colour? I like that.
Beyond that, I know only that I look at this sequence of photos several
times a day. I hope you will find as much pleasure in looking at it as
I do.
BTW, did I mention that I have launched the first social networking site for pot-bellied pigs?
I still have to pretty it up, but if you know a pig, or an animal that likes pigs, please direct said beast to These Little Pigs so they can make some new friends!
And, let us drink a toast, at last, to the brave little pig the commies shot into space.
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Wednesday, 13 June 2007 |
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I first found Hiltron on myspace, due to the fact we share a passion for the wacky world of 14's Gallery of the Absurd.
I was immediately attracted to Hiltron's darkly humorous, satirical
photographic manipulations.
The subject matter: the vacuity of
modern-day celebrity worship in our culture, of which Paris Hilton,
mafia daughter, porn tramp, of the freakish bone structure, lazy eye,
and bizarre body-part proportions, is the alpha and omega.
We are in the middle of five constitutional crises—there is only one reason the citizenry has not stormed Washington D.C. and the White House to run the homosexual Republican crime syndicate out of town—but the networks are all Anna Nicole, all Paris, all the time. (Hint: that's the reason.)
And now Hiltron has launched Hiltron's own site, Planet Hiltron.
This one killed me. Anyone who has read any part of this site will know I am often lost in the music and culture of my youth. I mean, look at that collection of losers. P-Diddy? I must say I respect the man for making a fortune recycling rock songs from the seventies and eighties, laying some lame-ass nursery-rhyme chorus over the beat. Go Diddy. The Olsen Freaks? The vagina travelogue girls ... Britney, Lindsey, and Paris?
Fools rush in ...
(Be sure to click on the pop-up so you can study Hiltron's fine work.)

Ditto my JFK obsession.

And I like Hiltron's politics, too.
Planet Hiltron.
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Saturday, 14 April 2007 |
Her hair of
floating sky
is shimmering
glimmering
in the sun
I found this photo
on MySpace,
but now I can't find the
page again to make a link.
I'm not sure why I find this photo
quite so
mesmerizing, but I do.
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Friday, 06 April 2007 |
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I forget how I found photographer Jordan
Matter's site, "Uncovered: Busting Out in the Big
Apple," but who cares, now that I think about it!? We just like pictures of naked girls ... uh ... I mean ... women.
One finds, much to one's delight, all shapes, sizes, and ages of women cavorting topless in various locales around the city.
Funny, sweet, and beautiful. All of them.
"I
had a meeting with a casting director from LA. Without a glance at my
headshot or resume, and not even a decent introduction, this stranger
looks at me, all 5 feet and two inches, 125 pounds ofme and says,'You
need to lose twenty or gain thirty because where you are right now, I
can't do a thing with you.' A bit thrown, but not wanting to be rude, I
asked,'Can you elaborate on that?' To which she replied,'Your face says
ingenue, but it wouldn't quite work, and I can't put you as fat best
friend because you are not exactly fat.'" --Katy, On Broadway
Jordan Matter on his work: "This is a collection of photographs featuring bare-breasted
women in public around New York City, often presented with
interviews exploring the issues of body image and sexuality in
America today. The informal and humorous nature of these images
celebrates women without sexualizing or objectifying them, while
creating the illusion of a tolerant world in which shirtless women
go casually about their lives."
"The
magazine racks are filled withwomen basically naked. When I get dressed
to go out, I wear things that are basically showing my boobs anyway.
It's not trashy. Everybody does it." -Julia, on the subway.
time to sing...
Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
And make a brand new start of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues
Are melting away
Frank Sinatra, New York, New York
[more pics on the flip-flop]
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