quint magazine | issue 7 | July-August 2011 | complimentary
4 Our Note
5 Contributor Highlights
6 News & Products Design
10 On Saving the World
12 Featured Artist: Daniel Mackie
26 Getting NKD with Robbie
28 Featured Artist: Shawn Smith
38 Featured Illustrator: Jose Manuel Hortelano
50 Featured Artist: Tibor Simon
57 quint - MINI - MEGA - Competition Winners Photography
60 Camille Zakharia - Sharjah History Images 64 Sara Orme
74 James & Karla Murray
80 Rebecca Tillett Film
92 Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Woody 96 Bas Jan Ader
98 Marvel at the DeseCration Fashion
100 Young Manhood
114 Sneakers of the Month 115 Pushing the Limits
116 Waterwait Flourbait Music
122 Primavera Sound 2011 136 John Cage
137 Album Review: Thrice - The Alchemy Index
138 Playlist
139 July Releases Literature
140 Of Horror Fiction and Great Writing 142 Dichotomy
143 Intimate Stranger
144 Blackout
145 Jazz CLub
145 Song of the Self
146 At My Center
147 The Kitchen Slave
148 Let’s Align on Clichè Avoidance
150 Reading List Events
152 quint magazine Print Launch
153 Media City Gets Its Own Playground
154 Puma Social Club
156 Greenspace Nostalgia Party 157 Event Listings
158 Last Call
OUR NOTE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO US! WE ARE INCREDIBLY HAPPY TO CELEBRATE THE FIRST BIRTHDAY OF QUINT MAGAZINE. IT’S BEEN A YEAR THAT, WHILE DIFFICULT AT TIMES, HAS BEEN INCREDIBLY REWARDING. QUINT MAGAZINE HAS COME SO FAR OVER THE PAST YEAR AND WE ARE TRULY THANKFUL TO EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO HAS CONTRIBUTED, READ, BEEN FEATURED, AND SUPPORTED US ALONG THE WAY. AND AS WE’RE NOT ONES TO REST ON OUR LAURELS, WE’VE FOUND A BRAND NEW WAY TO GET BUSY. INTRODUCING...THE QUINT ARTS PROGRAMME, IN ASSOCIATION WITH OUR FRIENDS AT THE FRIDGE. WE HAVE BEEN OVERWHELMED BY THE INCREDIBLY TALENTED ARTISTS WE’VE MET AND HAD THE PRIVILEGE TO FEATURE. AND SO, WE WANTED TO DO SOMETHING TO HELP YOU, THE TALENTED AND CREATIVE PEOPLE OF THE UAE, WHO HAVE SUPPORTED US SO MUCH OVER THE PAST YEAR. THIS MONTH MARKS THE LAUNCH OF THE ARTS PROGRAMME, AND THE MONTHLY EVENTS SUPPORTING IT: QUINT @ THE FRIDGE. EVERY MONTH WE’LL BE BRINGING YOU AT LEAST ONE NIGHT OF UNDERGROUND ART AND EXPRESSION FROM THE ENDLESSLY INSPIRING PEOPLE KEEPING THE CREATIVE SCENE HERE ALIVE AND KICKING. THE FRIDGE HAVE MADE A NAME FOR THEMSELVES IN THE COMMUNITY AND BEEN KNOWN FOR THEIR ENCOURAGEMENT AND SUPPORT OF ARTISTS. WITH THEIR SUPPORT, WE KNOW THAT THIS PROGRAMME WILL DO EXACTLY WHAT IT IS MEANT TO DO: INSPIRE AND ENCOURAGE ARTISTS WITHOUT BOUNDARIES OR LIMITATIONS.
quint magazine | issue 7 | July - August 2011 Editor in Chief Zaina Shreidi zaina@quintdubai.com Creative Director Gyula Deák gyula@quintdubai.com Designers Ritu Arya, Eszter Laki Fashion Editors: Pratha&Saty Photographers: Camille Zakharia, Sara Orme, James & Karla Murray, Rebecca Tillett, Aya Atoui, Gyula Deák Contributors Prank Moody, Trevor Bundus, Mohamed El Amin,Fares BouNassif, Zoya Pasha, Aya Atoui, Nabil Rashid, Siham Salloum, Trainer Timmy, Gayathri, Robert Hahm, Huda Yaqub, Preethi Jagadeesh, John Smeddle, Ashis Banerjee, Zaid Alwan, Ziad Aouad, Joe DeLorenzo, Drina Cabral This production and its entire contents are protected by copyright. No use or reprint (including disclosure) may be made of all or any part of this publication in any manner or form whatsoever without the prior written consent of quint. Views expressed in quint magazine do not necessarily represent the opinions of the editors or parent company. quint is published by and a trademark of quint FZ LLC. Circulation: 10,000 Printed by:
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CONTRIBUTOR HIGHLIGHTS
CONTRIBUTOR HIGHLIGHTS
ESZTER LAKI
TRAINER TIMMY
GAYATHRI
Eszter Laki was born in Budapest, Hungary in 1983, and graduated from the Printmaking Program at the University of Fine Arts, Budapest in 2007. Since then, she has focused on her own art and design projects, and has been working as a graphic designer.
Timmy likes sneakers. His page is on p114. Timmy also likes spaghetti with clams and watching women fall over. He’s been to Tokyo. They sell little-girl underwear in the vending machines. Guys in suits buy used girl panties. How is that okay? That’s not okay. The photo of the guy below me is awkward.
The lovechild of Radiohead, Nitin Sawhney & Bjork, singer, songwriter, Gayathri is a recognized name and personality in local music circuits.
ZAID ALWAN
PREETHI JAGADEESH
Zaid Alwan isn’t on the facebook.
Preethi’s a student at OCAD, in Toronto. She studies Graphic Design and Printmaking. The blinding tendencies of a computer and the painstaking, messy processes of traditional media don’t go unnoticed, but the endless list of nice things about them make her happy. Besides that, Preethi likes watching the immediate world around her, black and white photographs, old things, obscure foreign films, fruit juices, daydreaming (which she needs to do less of), stories, people, and other things that wouldn’t fit in this box.
JOHN SMEDDLE
ASHISH BANERJEE
HUDA YAQUB
John Smeddle is an old South African git who’s managed to fool employers on four continents that he’s good at advertising. He’s written the world’s funniest book on the rise of the only black advertising agency in South Africa and even penned the lyrics to a song that is so putridly saccharine that it rocketed to no. 1 in South Africa three weeks after it entered the charts! The masses, eh? No taste at all.
Ash looks after the brand at du, is a percussionist, poet and author in his spare time, and an armchair philosopher when with friends. He’s 47, has lived and worked around the world, and is still soaking it in. He writes mainly to amuse himself, and partly to share his life experience with those who can be bothered to listen or read. It pleases him immensely that his daughter writes better poetry at 14 than he ever will.
Huda applies her innate passion for design and arts to her work as a graphic designer with much intensity - half inspiration and half perspiration. Huda is adept at letting her own background and culture shine through her work, applying Mughal, Arabic, and Islamic themes to an international framework; which makes Huda truly unique. She enjoys designing Posters, Packaging and Identity. Her style is versatile and adaptive to projects, but she prefers to illustrate the world around her.
On top of her design work, she is also now studying Typography at the University of Applied Arts, with a view to completing more projects as a contemporary artist. Her interests include typography, and public, street and land art.
ROBERT HAHM
As an observer and thinker Robert is most obsessed with instances and aspects of everyday life that pass unnoticed. You will find him writing most likely sitting on a pillow by the window overlooking the skyline or tucked away in a hidden courtyard while having a shisha. If you don’t find him there he is probably in the kitchen experimenting with some random ingredients and enjoying a glass of red.
Her music effortlessly melds cultures, underpinning them all with her rich, soulful vocals and heartfelt lyricism. Raised in Dubai, a nexus of cultures, ideas and sounds, Gayathri also contributes to dailies and magazines in the region as a Writer/Editor. For more on her creative projects check out www.behindthepopfilter.blogspot.com
news&products Elie Afif releases Giant Steps to Heaven The local music scene was just blessed with an incredible album release from the ridiculously talented Elie Afif, and his band. Giant Steps to Heaven has not left our CD-drives or heads ever since the first moment it graced our ears. He plays with the passion and skill expected of the most seasoned Jazz musicians. His launch event, presented by the biggest supporters of local music, The Fridge, was incredible. Jazz fans, who can be incredibly picky and judgemental, were dazed, amazed and most of all impressed with the level of talent and professionalism of Elie and the band. The album will be officially launched in October, so keep an eye out and make sure you grab a copy the second it’s out to support one of the region’s most talented musicians. If you just can’t wait until October for your copy of Giant Steps to Heaven, get the digital album here: elieafif.bandcamp.com Don’t forget to show him some love on Facebook too! Just look up “Elie Afif Quartet”. elieafif.bandcamp.com
Sziget Festival in Hungary
It’s already July, and if you still haven’t got your dose of crazy European music festivals in, don’t fret! There’s a huge one coming up this August in Hungary that rakes in over 200,000 crazy party animals from all over the world, every year. Enjoy music from Xiu Xiu, La Roux, Kasabian, Kaiser Chiefs, Interpol, Manic Street Preachers, TheNational, White Lies, Gogol Bordello, and much, much, much more! From European bands, to local acts, and tents that include: Roma, Rock and Metal, Party Arena, World Music, Reggae, and more. Honestly, there’s even more. And the best part is that this 7 day festival is on an island. And these 200,000 festival goers actually camp there. Needless to say, the quint team will be covering the event so look out for crazy coverage of the craziest festival in Europe in our next issue! Buy your tickets and find out more at www.sziget.hu
My Ex Wardrobe - Giving Clothes a Second Chance at Happiness My Ex Wardrobe was set up by three Dubai-based sisters with the aim to fill a gap in the ‘pre-loved’ and second hand markets, focused primarily at mainstream fashion. With interests in all things ‘green’ the idea worked well to help reduce consumerism and clothing wastage. Starting off as a series of monthly events that are held at a variety of accessible and adaptable venues throughout Dubai; the concept for which are to offer a social arena for ladies to shop for high street labels at reduced prices. All the clothes and accessories are pre-owned and the prices depend on whether they are never worn (with original tags intact), nearly new or well loved! A great way to benefit from retail therapy without straining the bank balance! Some ladies even choose to donate any unsold items to charity. In the near future My Ex Wardrobe will be heading online to offer everyone the opportunity to sell their unwanted apparel and to browse and bag some bargains! There will also be specialized sections for menswear, maternity clothes and children’s clothes, supported by relevant events. For more information, and to keep up-to-date, follow them on twitter.com/MyExWardrobe and check out their facebook page. facebook.com/MyExWardrobe
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Lytro So what is this fancy gadget they call the light field camera? This, my friends, is the evolution of cameras and a photographer’s wet-dream. How many times have you sat down, unpacked your weapon of a camera, twiddled with settings, and as you pushed buttons to adjust and readjust your settings, looked through the viewfinder, then back at your settings and finally back at your viewfinder to realise you missed your sons first steps? (Or any other such highly important, and once in a lifetime moment?) This little gadget will be your picture-snapping saviour. No more fighting with dials and settings, no flat boring photographs and no focusing issues, it’s a solution for everything. It goes from sleep to snap in under a second and what makes it even better is the fact that you can switch focus after you’ve taken your shot; if need be of course. The way it works is that with a click of a button it not only captures your regular picture but all the light parameters in that one shot. In other words it gathers all information for the amount of light dispersed from every angle, virtually defining space within the area, and giving you the choice to change focus or exposure settings after you’ve taken your shot. That way you can focus on capturing the moment, rather than wasting precious moments setting up to do so. www.lytro.com
Steve Jobs Toy For those who don’t already know, there’s this company called Apple, run by a guy named Steve Jobs. This guy, Jobs, is the man behind all those pretty gadgets, from iPhones to iPods, Macbooks to iPads, and more. Jobs has reached a sort of cult following, and just like Britney, Angelina Jolie, and Marilyn Monroe – Jobs too has been made into a doll. Or, rather, a 1/6 scale, limited edition, 12-inch collectible figurine. And of course Steve always travels with his own toys, which include 1/6 scale items such as the iMac, Magic Mouse, keyboard, iPhone 4, iPad 2, desk, chair, and of course Steve’s ubiquitious black turtle neck, New Balance sneakers, and jeans. Now, this might sound strange, but there is a certain designer on our team who will most likely be ordering his very own mini-Jobs to adorn is desk. A desk, mind you, which practically serves as a living commercial for Apple, Inc. Get yours too and fly your Apple flag high! toyhaven.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-job-for-steve.html
Pixel furniture
These pixilated takes on furniture necessities would be right at home in a designer’s cave. Not only are they bold statement makers but they are aesthetically unique and totally eye-catching. These whimsical furniture designs are the brain-child of Barcelona-born London-based Cristian Zunzunaga. These little pixel toys are great for a fun-urban setting. Set against a plain colored wall in an apartment, these little beauties are guaranteed to pop right at you. But the pixel world doesn’t end there; designers Brittliv,(www.instructables.com/member/BrittLiv)Studio Makkink and Bey (www.studiomakkinkbey.nl), and 35togo (www.35togo.com) have come up with other exceptional creations enough to alter your perception of reality. From trash cans, to chairs made of recycled wood, to even coasters, they have assured to make you feel like you just stepped into Lego world. For those of you with 8-bit structured minds out there, living in a Photoshop world would be a pixel dream come true, so why not?
www.cristianzuzunaga.com
Lambretta Scooter with VW Bus Lambretta Scooter with VW Bus Splitter We here at quint have certain obsessions, as you have certainly picked up on. One of these is scooters. The other is those awesomely retro VW buses. Now, a combination of the two – that definitely floats our proverbial boat. As soon as these ridiculously hot summer days pass, all we want to do is cruise down Jumeirah Beach Road in one of these achingly awesome scooters with one or more quint friends in the sidecar. Roaring sport cars are so last year… http://blog.motorcycle.com/tag/lambretta-scooter/
Bel & Bel Vespa office furniture Global warming has been the trend topic lately, and everyone’s bent on protecting our mommy Earth, with all effort being made to reduce, reuse and recycle. But we have some great news, now you can be fashionably green while being incredibly stylish as well with Bel & Bel office furniture made from Vespa scooters. Everyone’s favourite little Italian scooter, with the two-stroke, single cylinder engine, is unfortunately a big threat to our constantly suffering environment. But Bel & Bel have given old unusable scooters new lives as enviable office furniture. Turning the leg shields and seats of older Vespas into a great initiative for green furniture, Bel & Bel has turned many heads, including ours. www.belybel.com
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Scribbly We’re all for gadgets, but Scribbly has injected some much needed familiarity into an overly digitised world. Scribbly replicates the look and feel of an old school marker pen for your iPad or iPhone. Make notes, scribble, sketch and more with this awesome marker. Get creative and enjoy this recall to the days of those “old school” pens and pencils. www.scribbly.co.uk
Remember the days when kids would walk down the block with massive “boomboxes” nestled into their shoulders? Blasting Run DMC, wearing ridiculous clothes, and breaking out into sporadic dance moves in the street? Ok maybe not, but it would cool to strut your stuff with music blasting right on your shoulder. So, with tongue firmly in cheek, we present the Jamboxx, from Butler, Shine, Stern & Partners. Download to your iPad, blast music, hold up on your shoulder, and strut. itunes.apple.com/us/app/ jamboxx/id376741358?mt=8
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Amal Al Beiti We’re always looking to support talented local artists, and here’s one to add to your radar! Amal al Beiti. Amal, a freelance digital artist in Dubai, has created a line of hand-made greeting cards that mix aspects of her culture in a conventional style to create a unique hybrid that relates to both locals and expats.
Being trendy and healthy just became easier with IOION watches, the Italian fashion craze of innovative, waterproof watches. The silicon wristbands are treated with Tourmaline, a semi-precious stone known for its natural electric charge and ionic properties. Tourmaline, activated by body heat, pressure or water, releases ions that contribute to the body’s overall relaxation, balance and well-being. Leave it to the everstylish Italians to find a way for us to wear really cute watches that actually keep us healthy.
Sony Xperia www.nativeunion.com/hk/ wiredproducts/popphone.html
Zoom Q3HD If you’re one of those people that love to blog, tweet, and document just about everything then the only tool missing in your arsenal is the Zoom Q3HD. This handy video recorder takes Zoom’s renowned audio technology prowess and combines it with HD video, allowing you to capture every moment with stunning clarity and resolution. Which means no more blurry out of focus pictures of your favourite band during a gig – everything is crystal clear. Just in time for festival season!
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Are you a BB-head or an Apple maniac? Neither? Then we’ve got the phone for you. The Sony Ericsson Xperia Play is the only Playstation certified Android smartphone that lets you get in touch with your inner gamer. This fun gadget does all that a BlackBerry® or iPhone™ can do, but it is also made to entertain you with games no matter where you are.
Angry Birds Tshirt We know how your heart jumps when you see little, very angry birds fly across your screen. We know the exhilarating feeling you get when a house of bricks fall upon those evil green pigs. What started out as a simple game for smartphones has taken the gaming world by storm. Simple, effective, and a great reliever of stress and pent up rage, Angry Birds has finally managed to creep into our closets! Now you can wear your addiction on your sleeve in various designs and colours.
MIMOBOT
Bucky Balls
MIMOBOT designer USB flash drives are a really fun twist on an office necessity. Turn heads from every cubicle as your co-workers strive to check out your fun, nerdfriendly, and very unique USB. And these pack power with all that style. Choose from 2 GB to 16 GB memory and various characters from Star Wars, Hello Kitty and more.
To the untrained eye, these magnetic balls might seem pretty simple. But oh are they addictive! You literally cannot put them down, and the possibilities are endless. The Buckyballs Bucky Sidekick includes small, shiny, and magnetic balls. And these, kids, are all the elements you need to have endless hours of fun. We are not ashamed to admit we’re easily amused.
On Saving the World written by: Fares Bou Nassif illustrated by: Eszter Laki
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Something told me she was trying to make a point. So I took a break a little.
Go volunteer at a soup kitchen, you pretentious fuck.
Break’s over, and I’m writing this now. Design won’t save the world.
Think of this for a minute. It’s what my girlfriend posted on my Facebook wall the other day:
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I’d been obsessing over many things: the iOS and iCloud first and foremost, and Apple in general; fonts and their elegant and luxurious potential; the aesthetic beauty of construction in Amsterdam as I imagined it would look once I saw it; intricacies of design detailing that generally meant nothing to her.
My last article potentially espoused a whole different point of view: On Idealism and Design Education almost suggests that design can save the world, or at least should try to – but almost isn’t enough.
online already have, and I challenged it a few times silently in my head: what subgroup of design does this refer to; how do you define the world; what part of that world are we trying to save exactly?
Idealism is key to improving design, and thinking empowers idealism and creativity, but that alone will not bring about some miraculous meaning to a designer’s job.
All of these are very good questions, but the trick is that whatever the answer, the statement still holds. Graphic, information, product, interior, fashion, industrial, architectural, and even urban design can help save the world. The world is both the environment and the people who live in it, it is both the rich and the poor: one society’s design excellence does not necessarily have to disregard another’s, and the natural world around us need not be destroyed to enhance our production – both can be saved in their various ways, indiscriminately.
Throughout my attempts at studying design practice, I tend to come along one particular hurdle: passion. Designers claim they can coerce change, or otherwise improve our quality of life and that is somewhat true, but that only holds among those designers who are passionate. I am not one of them, and hence I quickly and almost immediately gave up the job of the designer to, instead, do what I love: write. Writing can change the world, but so can design. Both work tirelessly at delivering messages in the most effective and far-reaching ways, and both tend to do so successfully. So it is that, once obsessed, a designer can create life changing work. Some of you would probably want to take the above statement to a deeper place. I know many bloggers and commentators
The distinct ways to save the planet and save the people are too many to enumerate, but more so they should, ideally, still be unknown, undiscovered. It would seem that a creative’s discovery of such solutions, possibilities, or whatever they might be, would be their proof of the designer’s ability to save the world. That is no easy task. An understanding of the world and a passion to improve it would be necessary. Theorising could lead us to a million places, but that would
only serve to advance the brainstorming process and direct your thought patterns. And I don’t feel like doing that. Find a cause, understand it, pinpoint a direction, and design a solution. Or let design not really save the world. Let it just change it. There is plenty of activism, plenty of political statements, and plenty of consumer-centric social behaviour that can really be influenced by designers and their work, allowing the populace to direct their attentions towards a particular entity. The idea is not to declare one method of salvation, since nobody knows what works and what doesn’t, even if they believe they do. The idea is to encourage change, and let the rest happen as it should. Like our Arab Spring. Nobody said design can save the world, but it can change it. After all, if you’re so inclined towards saving the world, then volunteering at a soup kitchen could definitely do that, one mouth at a time.
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Daniel Mackie has worked as an illustrator since 1995 and has an extensive client list including Adobe, Natmag- Rodale, Penguin and Virgin. Last year Daniel decided to abandon photoshop and work entirely with watercolour. He has recently been awarded “Best in Book� in the Creative Review Illustration Annual 2011. www.danielmackie.com danielmackie.wordpress.com
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getting N_K_D with Robbie We love our food. And particularly, we love pizza. Whether slaving away at the office at ridiculous hours, or Friday’s spent in front of the TV, pizza is always the answer to the eternal question, “What do we eat for dinner?” So the arrival of NKD Pizza in our fair city was welcomed with joyous delivery orders at all hours of the day and night. We enjoyed the quick delivery (no more 1 hour plus waits), the friendly staff, and the delicious, all natural ingredients. Plus the idea that we can actually be healthy while indulging in our favourite fast food made it all the more attractive. But something truly unique and eye-catching about NKD Pizza is the brand. Yes, we’re brand geeks, but it transcends that. The brand is lively, fun, playful, and it backs all this up by making a product that everyone loves, love them right back. All natural pizza, all natural brand. Needless to say, we were intrigued. 26
After a quick phone call to the store we got in touch with Ian, a very friendly guy who runs NKD Pizza in the UAE, and he put us in touch with head honcho Robbie Vitrano, who was kind enough to chat with us about the name, the brand, and the pizza that has been on everyone’s minds and in everyone’s stomachs lately. Our first question, of course, was about the name. When NKD Pizza first opened in the UAE, we had a giggle at their fill in the blank cheekiness. We all knew it’s “naked” and we all understood that it wasn’t an invitation to discard all clothes and inhibitions at their pizza joint (unfortunately). But the fun way of getting around offending the local culture was as enjoyable as it was thoughtful. Robbie explained the history of the name “Naked” and how it transformed into NKD or N_K_D as it is here in the UAE. “The name initially started its life as ‘the world’s healthiest pizza’, and it was physiologically designed to be something people have never seen before. By making something that is essentially world-renowned, but perhaps the most unhealthy fast food that there is, a little bit healthier, we thought that’s all we really need to do – come out with the product, call it what it is, and it’ll be great, and people will beat a path to our door. But what we found was that there was a little too much preach in that, and we found that people questioned ‘if it’s healthy, could it taste good?’ So we thought about a few things. About how we’ll go to market, how we talk about it, but in particular we thought, ‘let’s find a name that’s a lot more accessible, that’s fun to say, but still has some substance to it’. So not just a clever name, but also something that references and informs what we do. So ‘naked’ means ‘natural’. It’s a reference to stripping down to what matters.” And that extends to their business model. NKD Pizza ensures that this dedication to “all-natural” is expressed in how they treat employees, how they work, and how they communicate. “[The name] transcends the product itself in terms of whole food ingredients, all natural, free of chemicals and added sugar, but it also relates to what we’re trying to demonstrate within our business and our practice, which is that you can essentially build a business that is profitable,
employees people, makes money for investors but also serves a social purpose.” This desire to do good in the world is highly evident in everything NKD Pizza does. Pizza is, in it’s essence very healthy, but the fast food industry has turned it into something greasy, fatty, and all around gross. So by taking a fast food staple and transforming it into something that can actually benefit our health is admirable, especially considering the state of waistlines around the world. “By addressing the social ill of an obesity epidemic that is not just unique to the USA, but is also as significant in places like the UAE, and western Europe, we are also addressing the chronic disease that is afflicting people in ways that reduce their quality of life. So there’s a personal toll, but there’s also a huge economic toll. In the USA alone it’s about $7500 per person/per capita for health care providing. That’s expected to double over the next 5 years. The idea is that we want to get at these issues, but the first thing we need is an honest handshake.” The UAE’s obesity problem is constantly increasing, as is diabetes. People live a sedentary, luxurious lifestyle and are prone to eating from all the new Western fast food places that pop up so quickly around the country. So before NKD Pizza could do some good here, they had to find a way to introduce themselves in the UAE. And to do that they realised they’d have to do something about the name. “We understood that there would be some reaction to using the word ‘naked’ in a public context, and it might be offensive in the Arab culture. Oftentimes Americans are not very educated about Arab culture, so we wanted to make sure we didn’t do the wrong thing, especially as a brand.” So the NKD Pizza team did what any group of executives does when they’re about to take on new business. “We went on this motorcycle ride across the USA to find out if we wanted to do business together. We were in the Midwest for about 6 days – from Santa Fe, New Mexico, and made it all the way to the Pacific coast, and it was in the midst of that ride that we said, let’s take the name and drop
a couple letters where people can play with it a little bit, create some intrigue around it, but we wouldn’t introduce the name with a sense of violation. But obviously, phonetically it still is understood to be Naked Pizza. We wanted to make sure we were culturally sensitive, without violating the basic brand principles. Dropping out the vowels, creating a tease and intrigue around the name that still registered with our brand and phonetically allowed people to pronounce the name of the brand, seemed like a good idea, and we didn’t over think it. It also allows us to gradually introduce the ‘Naked’ name. Playing with the name is much more effective than avoiding the whole thing and playing into censorship.” The iconography used by NKD Pizza is one of our favourite parts of their brand. It’s fun and interesting, and a refreshing step away from endless Photoshopped pictures of vegetables, steaming hot pizzas, and screaming taglines. “[Our design] is a careful process, and you could accuse us of over-thinking it. But approaching something like this from a design standpoint says, that if you’re an all natural brand, dealing with ingredients that are free of chemicals, you should build the brand as a kind of a nutty crunchy, back to nature brand, with very earnest photography. The intuitive place you’d go with that is browns, yellows, greens; the ingredients would be more photographic than representational or iconic. But one of the cues that we took was from the amazing work being done with infographics. The beauty of infographics is that they’re designed to take complex information and render it in simple, accessible ways. And if you look at the category in general you’ll see that with big companies, who actually have less than all natural products in many respects of their business, have more money than anyone and they can do the best photography out there. So it’s not like we’re going to be able to do better photography – they can do a more beautiful photograph of a tomato or a bell pepper or a pizza, there’s no way we’re going to do a better photograph – we might do it different, but not better. So instead of walking right into their strength, we decided to zag a bit and sort of render this idea into its simple, accessible elements. The bright green was a natural and it was hard to avoid as a core colour, but we quickly developed a palette that includes 9 different colours that are complimentary in nature. So it extends the palette in a way that is a bit unexpected, but works as system and gives us flexibility in designing the environment, marketing materials, digital platform. The engagement was to say, let’s take that in a way that renders it in simple, accessible icons, that really emphasise that our menu is very simple. So we said from a design standpoint let’s design our product in a way that allows people to understand the things they need to understand. And back to our original mission, we always felt that if we gave too much information in the beginning, then we’d probably do ourselves more harm than good. The good thing about being a healthy product that is significantly different than other products is that it allows you to really kind of strip down your branding. And if you can apply just a little bit of discipline to it, then you can let your customers make the discovery, they can own it, and they can share it and it will become so much more powerful.” Copywriting and tone of voice are very important for a brand, yet unfortunately a lot of companies neglect this. NKD Pizza on the other hand seems to have a well-planned corporate language. They understand humour, and know that we, the general public and their customers, do too. Turns out, Rob has experience in this area with a long history in advertising. “I started my life as a copywriter; I love to write and craft design and messages in general. And we
have great content. Our co-founders and partners are all really funny guys, so it’s like a comedy writing team. We come up with a lot of ideas and thoughts and they generally leave me alone to synthesize it into the final product. Our tone is very conversational. That’s a very important part of it. The word that I use on just about every brief that we create is ‘accessibility’. Make our service accessible, make our stores accessible, and make our concept accessible. The reason why healthy options in the fast food category haven’t worked is because they’ve not been accessible. And as a result, they end up preaching to the choir. The tone of voice is meant to be fun, and we just can’t be perceived as taking ourselves too seriously. This isn’t a silver bullet; it’s not a medicine that you’re supposed to consume to solve your problems. It’s meant to be an example of how a very large, and very culturally influential business can make some very specific choices, and do some good in the world. Our basic premise is that people still want convenience and affordability and taste, and our job is just to make that a little more available. And we think if we make it available to more people, then they will opt into doing things that are healthier.” Everyone knows about NKD Pizza here but we haven’t seen any advertising. So how did the brand actually manage to spread the word without paid media? “We don’t advertise in the traditional sense of paid media, at this point. And that’s not necessarily because we never will or that we hate paid media, but if you think about our business model, we have a very defined delivery area, so any amount of advertising that we pay for that spills beyond that delivery area really isn’t that useful to us at this particular point. The old way of doing it, and the way larger brands do it in the UAE, is that if they have more distribution places, they don’t have to worry about where their message geographically falls. But for us, with only a few stores open, we really have to force ourselves to be more precise about where we put our message and who gets it and how they get it. So that forces us to be a little more focused.” To spread the word, NKD Pizza adopted social media, as many up and coming companies are doing, and as the bigger ones are attempting to do as well. “We use a combination of social media as a platform for ongoing dialogue; it helps to extend our personality. And we know there aren’t a zillion different people following us at any given moment, but there are enough people that it allows us to keep our chops, and have that exchange. So that’s extremely important to us even though it’s not accomplishing, on a very objective level, a great reach, and a media buyer would probably cringe at it. But in general in social media, the way we think about it is that Facebook is a great influencer. It reaches people and allows us to talk to people who put a lot of value on knowing how things work and what’s interesting and what isn’t. So that’s more of an influencer platform, and there are others. But Facebook is more of a brand relationship module; people are more understanding of the fact that it’s closer to a transaction, whereas twitter is more about getting to know one another. We try to be mindful of that; we try to be very mindful of not violating people’s trust within the social media construct.”
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So will we see advertising campaigns from NKD Pizza in the future? “At some point where there are enough Naked Pizzas on the landscape, you might see more advertising for us naked because picturesthere are great opportunities and great mediums thatshould are not perfect Our food photography feel elaborately staged, but more scientific, as in “this is a pizza,” not “this is a pizza dressed up to make you want to eat it.” It should feel natural and even imperfect, leaving evidence
for us because the content is there and the people are there. So we’re not averse to that at all, it’s more about achieving a level of scale that makes it work a little better for us.” We recently announced the Starving Artists creative competition with NKD Pizza, which aims to find GCC-based artists to submit their work in the theme of Ramadan. We think it’s a great effort from NKD Pizza and we hope it will set a good example to other companies in this region to support the creative community while they promote themselves as well in a subtle and honest way. “This is our first overt promotion with this sort of visual art type of programme. We’ve worked with performance artists and events. The way we go to market is that we initially reach out to the entrepreneurial, creative, technology start-up social media community, along with the health and nutrition community. So as we introduce ourselves to people, it’s not the most sophisticated thing in the world, but it’s mainly for us to build our base around like-minded people. We define ourselves as a thoroughly post-recession, post-mass media kind of business. And if you look around you, you’ll see that there are a lot of pretty interesting people who are approaching business in very different ways now, because of the experiences of the last few years. You build a different sort of resilience, and knowingness with those types of likeminded companies and individuals. And so what we hope for and see in our future is that we’ll continue to introduce ourselves, when we enter a market, first to that start-up community and to those people who are interested in business that behaves in a socially responsible way. We’ll also use tools like technology and design as a way of ingraining ourselves and finding the people we like spending time with and building that kind of philosophical relationship. And by definition the artist community and the creative community are a part of that. We love the ecosystem premise, and we feel like that gives us a solid, resilient base from which to start to do some of the more tactical type of marketing that allows us to sell pizza.” For Rob, the NKD Pizza company is a chance to do some good while putting his experiences into practice with a grassroots organisation. “Personally it’s the opportunity to do a few different things. Having worked in advertising for over 20 years as a consultant, you give a lot of good advice. After Katrina, the city was over 80% destroyed and it was all about what are you going to do with your time. So I made the move to start working further upstream with early stage companies, to actually incorporate the marketing into the business itself. And the other side of it is that we have an opportunity to demonstrate that business can behave in a much more responsible way, and profit can be designed in a way that’s inseparable as part of the business construct. If you think about not only the financial downturn and the failing of business but also how that damages the integrity of business in general and damages people’s confidence in general. So the opportunity with NKD Pizza was a chance to apply that sort of work. The ethos, the culture, the things that we touch and do is as evident in the product, the design, culture, and experience as it is in the communication and advertising. So personally this is a chance to get it right, which is fascinating to me.”
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HOW DID YOU BECOME AN ARTIST? DID YOU STUDY DESIGN OR SCULPTURE?
COULD YOU TELL US ABOUT YOUR TECHNIQUE AND MATERIALS YOU USE?
I went to an Arts Magnet High School in Dallas that exposed me to a lot of techniques and artists at a very young age. When I started college, I made a shift and began studying science. I was particularly interested in sciences of the big like Cosmology as well as sciences of the small like Quantum Mechanics. After a year of science courses, I did a little soul searching and decided that I wanted to pursue art more than science.
After I have decided on a subject matter, I make pencil and paper architectural sketches to show scale and elevations. Each project begins as a full sheet of wood. I use a table saw to mill the wood down into strips. Next, I cut the strips into smaller pieces of some predetermined denomination. At this point, I start dying the wood with inks and acrylic paint to get different colorations.
For my BFA, I studied printmaking and art history at Washington University in St. Louis. For my MFA, I studied Sculpture at the California College of the Arts (and Crafts, as it used to be called).
YOUR WORK AND STYLE IS VERY UNIQUE. MIXING THE STYLES OF DIGITAL IMAGERY AND SCULPTURE IS SOMETHING VERY UNUSUAL. HOW DID YOU COME UP WITH THE CONCEPT? I started making this style of work during my last year of graduate school in 2005. I arrived at the process in a convoluted way. During my first year of graduate school I had a difficult time finding something that I wanted to focus on. I was making small sculptures using a variety of materials and found footage 35mm films. I think the films began to influence me in a new way that ultimately began to inform the sculpture. In the films, I was concentrating on natural subjects I knew very little about (first hand) I was fascinated with how the films viewpoints, sound, and editing constructed a context and gave nature a fleeting identity for me. I started thinking back to when I was young growing up in Dallas and that I had never been camping or spent much time in nature. The only way I new nature was through a second hand source like a computer/television screen. I got to thinking a little more about some of the earliest depictions of nature that stuck out in my head and remembered how natural objects were depicted in video games particularly the game Pitfall. For many years prior to the “pixilated” works, I had always liked using small pieces to make up a large identity. Seeing the blocky and abstract pixels that made up a larger identity began to intrigue me in a new way. I started paying attention to what information was provided and what was deleted. There is an economy of information here. Only the necessary bits are rendered to create the identity of the objects.
After everything is dry, I begin to assemble the pieces pixel by pixel. I use wood glue for a strong bond with some flexibility. I use my preliminary sketches like a road map to know how many pieces and how long they should be. About 70% of the way into the process, I abandon the map and start free forming the object (I feel like the object will benefit with more liveliness and flow this way). If I stick with the map 100% of the time, I fear the sculpture will look to stiff and blocky. As for materials, I use primarily wood. I like composite woods like MDF and particle board. However, I have used a lot of balsa and bass wood. For outdoor pieces, I like to use stainless steel.
A LOT OF YOUR ARTWORKS ARE ABOUT ANIMALS. HOW DO YOU PICK YOUR SUBJECTS? I choose my subjects for a variety of reasons. Here is a list of some: natural patterns, mythology, commenting on how nature and technology might collide, predator prey relationships, natural selection, artificial selection, endangerment, something I have never seen before, diet, and sometimes a feeling that I want to work with this particular animal/subject and see what comes out.
WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS FOR THE FUTURE? ARE YOU GOING TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES OR EXPERIMENT WITH SOMETHING DIFFERENT? I have quite a few shows lined up in the future at the moment. I am working on a piece for the “40 Under 40: Craft” Smithsonian American Art Museum’s Renwick Gallery which opens in 2012. As of right now, I plan to keep working within this series. I do make departures from time to time - depending on the demands of the piece I am working on. I try to be sensitive about letting the work go where it wants to in an organic fashion.
ENJOY MORE OF SHAWN’S WORK AT: WWW.SHAWNSMITHART.COM At this point I made a switch back to sculpture, in that I wanted to see if I could make a natural form using blocky pixels (or voxels). I started asking myself: what would an encounter with one of these digital objects look like in our reality? I chose a simple deer head out of MDF. I worked on this piece continuously for about 7 weeks at 10 hours a day. After a marathon of work, I finally made it work!
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Madrid-based illustrator and portraitist José is interested in a new and contemporary view of portraiture that connects via social networking and other methods of internet collaboration. Using watercolor — where lighting is particularly important to the paintings’ composition — as his primary technique, Hortelano always attempts to unveil the flesh as a cornerstone of energy and humanity. He instills each of his drawings with intimacy and tries to catch the eye of the watcher with some gaze and flirtatious look. His lastest exhibition “Voy a tener suerte” (I’m going to be lucky) has been featured around the world, and in social networks such as Behance and Beautiful/Decay. José’s works have been published in Rolling Stone, El Pais newspaper, and magazines such as Yorokubo and Lamono. Check out more of José’s work at www.zapbookseries.es
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YOU USED TO LIVE IN DUBAI, BUT YOU’VE MOVED TO SAN FRANCISCO ALMOST 2 YEARS AGO TO STUDY AT THE ACADEMY OF ART UNIVERSITY. AFTER YEARS AS AN ARTIST AND FILM MAKER, EXHIBITING YOUR WORK, AND WORKING IN THE CREATIVE INDUSTRY, WHY DID YOU DECIDE AT THE AGE OF 36 TO GO BACK TO UNIVERSITY? In Hungary, people of my age had different possibilities than younger people do right now. It was more difficult to travel than it is now. I always wanted to study abroad to learn and gain experience, but I didn’t have the chance. When I turned 36 everything went so smoothly. I believe that was the right time to come here. WHAT DID YOU LEARN IN SAN FRANCISCO SO FAR? That’s a hard question because I’m filled with new impressions. I need some distance in time and space to understand them, but I already know that San Francisco helped me confirm some thoughts. For example, art is a hard work, ego is dangerous, my roots are very important, and I have to stay in the present. HOW DID AMERICA CHANGE YOUR ART? DID YOU TAKE ANYTHING WITH YOU FROM DUBAI? The USA is a huge and varied country and I’ve only experienced living in San Francisco, where there is a big South American and Asian community. Murals and Chinese painting techniques piqued my interest. In Dubai I did research in Arabic art and the richness of motifs. Calligraphy amazed me and this forced me to think about my roots: Hungarian folk art and design. On the other hand, Dubai was a very important turning point, like San Francisco is a chief station in my life. Dubai was the first place where I worked abroad, and it made me solid. San Francisco is the first place where I study abroad and it dissolves me. As an artist I need both and I believe all of these experiences shape my art in an unconscious way. I KNOW YOU HAVE CERTAIN ASSIGNMENTS AT UNIVERSITY, BUT DO YOU GET TO CHOOSE YOUR SUBJECTS NOWADAYS OR DO YOU ONLY PAINT WHAT THEY ASK YOU TO? THE REASON I’M ASKING THIS IS BECAUSE I KNOW IT’S HARD TO PAINT ON COMMAND, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR YEARS. DO ASSIGNMENTS REMIND YOU OF THE CORPORATE WORLD, WHERE YOU HAVE TO BE “CREATIVE” RIGHT ON THE SPOT? This university is in the middle, which is a good place to be. They keep the focus on the skills and the creativity at the same time. There are many assignments for both, stringent requirements guides the students toward their own style. Instructors don’t say what to paint and how, but they teach and require the elements of painting, drawings, color theory, composition and design. Exercises help you find the way to make a living doing your own art. SAN FRANCISCO IS A FAMOUS CREATIVE HUB, COULD YOU TELL US ABOUT THE CULTURAL SCENE THERE? WHAT DO YOU SEE ON THE STREETS? WHAT INSPIRES YOU? As I mentioned before my wife Diana and I continuously stay in this city. This is good because interesting thoughts lay on the streets. I’ve already spoken about art or philosophy with taxi drivers and I’ve had many interesting conversations in a cable car or in a bus stop. It is amazing. For an open-minded person, San Francisco is a gold mine. In San Francisco different cultures are able to live together and this quality inspires me on every level. I was born and raised in central Europe, where Eastern and Western influences always formed the culture together. This is my tradition; I guess I fit in San Francisco. WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS AFTER UNIVERSITY? ARE YOU PLANNING TO STAY IN THE STATES? I have certain plans for the future. As everyone else, Diana and I are strongly attached to our home. We miss our family, friends, language and culture. We would like to go back to Hungary, but life is unpredictable. Especially here. We are open to changes. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SAY SOMETHING TO THE ARTISTS IN DUBAI? I do not have any special advice for artists who live in Dubai. I would say the same as I usually do to my musician or painter friends: keep on and work hard. I know it sounds too simple, but in my opinion, artists are makers. They are people who create things; therefore they have to work hard. For me, painting, graphic art or cinematography are passions; professions that never end. I have to do it all the time. If I can’t at least I have to think about it which is more tiring. WWW.TIBORSIMON.COM
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MEGATROOPER ANAS AL HAKIM A graphic design graduate from IUST Damascus, 23-year-old Anas is a Junior Art Director at JWT, serious South Parker and lover of all things cool. Although he’s been in Dubai for a few months, he is still exploring the city but has already embraced its heat and generous portions.
PRISMAN KARINE JABER My name is Karine Jaber aka k’reen and I am a self taught graphic designer... During my childhood, we changed countries many times (Ivory Coast, Gabon, France, Lebanon) and this created in me an absolute unwavering passion for culture and art. Since my youngest age I wanted to enroll in Art School but circumstances made me study educational psychology, which I don’t regret. It gave me a distinct perception on life and this sense of humanity that I care to use when designing. Everything I create reveals both sad and crude beauties of everyday life, my drawings are a bit juvenile, a bit immature but they tell real stories of human souls. When I am not listening to loud music, driving fast, playing with fire or getting a new tattoo, I am in my “art state of mind” and become like this little kid on a sugar high from finishing his fourth chocolate bar. To have a taste of what this little kid does you can check my facebook page “k’reen design and shit.” or my portfolio http://issuu.com/kreen/docs/karine_portfolio_2011
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HIROKOI TJ ABUSTAN Graduated Bachelor of Fine Arts Major in Industrial Design at the University of the Philippines, Diliman and currently works as a Senior Graphic Designer at Virgin Megastore Middle East. Specializes in Print, Motion Graphics, 3D, Print and Visual Communication.
PERISI AZIM AL GHUSSEIN Azim is a dubai-based designer with a child-like love for illustrations, bright colours and epic tales. He just wants to hear, tell, and draw stories. Azim likes nothing more than combining his design training with his self-developed illustrations. He finds inspiration in the work of James Jean, Neil Gaiman, Tarsem Singh and Dita Von Teese.
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Title: Abandoned Mosque - Al Qulayaa Project: Sharjah History Images Year: 2008 Medium: Archival Inkjet Print on Hahnemuhle Fine Art Paper Dimensions: 20” x 20” Edition: 8
CAMILLE ZAKHARIA SHARJAH HISTORY IMAGES Camille Zakharia uses his camera to document the journey taken since his departure from Lebanon in 1985. Through photo-montage, collage and print he both reveals and reconstructs his encounters with people and places, exteriors and interiors. Within this process is an exploration of home, identity and belonging in the context of a globalized condition. In 2010, Zakharia exhibited in the Reclaim project at the Bahrain Pavilion of the Venice Biennale’s 12th International Architecture Exhibition, winner of the Golden Lion Award for the best National Participation. In 2009, he was shortlisted for the Jameel Prize that opened at the Victoria and Albert museum. Zakharia whose work is on view at the National Museum of Bahrain until end of June 2011, will be exhibiting later on this year at the Musee du Quai Branley Paris and Royal College of Arts London.
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Title: Interior of Shop - Al Ghuwair Project: Sharjah History Images Year: 2008 Medium: Archival Inkjet Print on Hahnemuhle Fine Art Paper Dimensions: 20” x 20” Edition: 8
Title: Shop with Plastic Flowers - Al Ghuwair Project: Sharjah History Images Year: 2008 Medium: Archival Inkjet Print on Hahnemuhle Fine Art Paper Dimensions: 20” x 20” Edition: 8
Title: Construction Site - Al Mujarrah Project: Sharjah History Images Year: 2008 Medium: Archival Inkjet Print on Hahnemuhle Fine Art Paper Dimensions: 20” x 20” Edition: 8
Title: Kalba Project: Sharjah History Images Year: 2008 Medium: Archival Inkjet Print on Hahnemuhle Fine Art Paper Dimensions: 20” x 20” Edition: 8
Title: Veiled Mannequin - Al Shuwaihean Project: Sharjah History Images Year: 2008 Medium: Archival Inkjet Print on Hahnemuhle Fine Art Paper Dimensions: 20” x 20” Edition: 8
Title: Interior of Photography Shop - Al Ghuwair Project: Sharjah History Images Year: 2008 Medium: Archival Inkjet Print on Hahnemuhle Fine Art Paper Dimensions: 20” x 20” Edition: 8
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Title: Urban Landscape - Industrial Area 9 Project: Sharjah History Images Year: 2008 Medium: Archival Inkjet Print on Hahnemuhle Fine Art Paper Dimensions: 20” x 20” Edition: 8
Title: Urban Landscape - Al Mamzar Project: Sharjah History Images Year: 2008 Medium: Archival Inkjet Print on Hahnemuhle Fine Art Paper Dimensions: 20” x 20” Edition: 8
Title: Urban Landscape - Al Khaledia Project: Sharjah History Images Year: 2008 Medium: Archival Inkjet Print on Hahnemuhle Fine Art Paper Dimensions: 20” x 20” Edition: 8
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SARA ORME A New Zealander living in Auckland, Sara Orme starting making pictures 15 years ago. Today she is a leading photographer, creating refreshingly energetic fashion photography and in depth documentary work. Lucky enough to grow up in a creative family environment, Sara was exposed to artists, galleries, books and art from a very young age. This exposure to the arts fed her interest in photography. She attained a degree in Sociology and Art History at Canterbury University before studying photography in Auckland, the influence of which is evident in her work. Her education in Sociology and Art History evolved her vision as a photographer and allowed her to focus on aspects of the human condition. Her work goes beyond just taking another “cool” image. Rather, she takes a documentary approach to fashion photography, aiming to capture those off moments when the models’ guards are down and they are no longer “modeling”. She provides a platform where models can just “be”, and does not interfere too much to try and attain a specific look. Fashion photography provides her with many opportunities to explore facets of her own interests. Her most recent collaboration with Courtney Sanders called “Freedom” epitomizes this. “Freedom” is an ongoing 6 part series, which explores aspects of New Zealand’s fashion set within the varying, dramatic New Zealand landscape. It focuses on the same two models who set upon exploring the environment around them. Sara has taken part in many group exhibitions in recent years, with “Freedom” being one of them. Currently, Sara is working on several personal projects, which will culminate in future books and exhibitions. Check out more of her work at
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“Over half of the ‘mom and pop’ stores in our book, STORE FRONT: THE DISAPPEARING FACE OF NEW YORK have closed.When we wrote the introduction to our book in late 2008, only about one-third of the stores we had photographed were gone.That is one of the reasons why we felt early on that not only did we have to photograph the stores, but also document their history.After speaking with only a handfulof storeowners, we knew we had a compelling story to tell.We discovered that many of the shop owners had fascinating stories to share about the joys and struggles of surviving as a family business in New York City.”
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James and Karla Murray are professional photographers and authors who specialize in urban and low-light photography using both film and digital formats. Their bestselling and critically acclaimed book STORE FRONT: The Disappearing Face of New York as well as their graffiti publications, Broken Windows, Burning New York and Miami Graffiti have set the standard for urban documentation. James and Karla Murray have lectured extensively on the subject of the plight of New York City’s mom and pop stores at venues including The New York Public Library, The Brooklyn Historical Society, The Greenwich Village Society for Historic Preservation and The Lower East Side Tenement Museum. They have also appeared live on prime time NBC New York Television’s “Around Town” with Cat Greenleaf, on Harry Allen’s program, “Nonfiction” on WBAI-NY, on NHK Television in Japan and were the subject of NHK’s documentary program, “NY Streets”. Their Store Front photography was also the subject of a 6-page article in Rolling Stone-Germany and has appeared in global publications including Saveur, Print Magazine, Stern, Lufthansa, Die Zeit, and Der Spiegel. Their work has been the subject of exhibitions at the New-York Historical Society and the Brooklyn Historical Society, and is part of the permanent collections of the Smithsonian Center for Folklife and Cultural Heritage, the New York Public Library and the Brooklyn Historical Society. They are represented by CLIC Gallery in NYC, East Hampton, NY and St. Barthelemy, FWI. James and Karla live in New York City and Miami with their dog Tabasco. Learn more about James and Karla, and their work, at www.jamesandkarlamurray.com
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Rebecca Tillett is a graphic designer and photographer currently residing in the beautiful state of Colorado with her husband and two feisty cats. Her work usually rides the thin line between grit, quirky fashion, and the fashionably nude. Tillett has been shooting since the age of 16 — her favorite subjects are naked females, and her favorite sets are anywhere but a studio. She found early inspiration in photographers like Chas Ray Krider, Natacha Merritt, Guy Bourdin and David LaChapelle, and she continues to be inspired by television, celebrities, religion, contemporary artists such as Jaime Ibarra and Chris Anthony, the lurking shadows of society, friends, prude America, illustrators, and anything nostalgic, old, abandoned or left behind. Tillett has been the feature of several one-woman shows, most recently at the Mondo Bizzarro Gallery in Rome, Italy in 2010. She has also participated in many collaborative shows, domestic and international. In addition to many online features, she has also appeared in publications such as New York Arts Magazine, Psychologies Magazine, The 2010 Drawgasmic collaborative book, The Best of Black and White (Delius Producing), The New Erotic Photography (Taschen Publishing), and most recently, The Mammoth Book of New Erotic Photography (Maxim Jakubowski).
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He adored New York City. He idolised it all out of proportion. Uh, no. Make that: he romanticised it all out of proportion. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. He adored New York City. Although to him it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. How hard it was to exist in a society desensitised by drugs, loud music, television, crime, garbage. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat. New York was his town and it always would be. Woody Allen. Director, writer, actor, musician, comedian, and most importantly a strangely delightful mind capable of evoking undying loyalty or unbridled annoyance-inducing hatred. Whatever be your stance, here’s a man that can not and will not be ignored. Being an Allen loyalist, I often find myself defending his work and his controversial personal choices, in heated discussions with friends over dinner, gesticulating wildy, quoting from his films, comparing & contrasting his work as though they were my own. I’ve managed to convert anyone who I truly care about into a fellow Woody Allen freak or have at least forcefully lent out my boxset in the hopes of educating them in the creative genius of one of American Cinema’s living champions. Every once in a while, I find someone who shares my passion and if you’re reading this, you’re either on the same page or have stuck with this purely intrigued by the word “Woody” in the header. Either way, if you’re looking for stimulation, you’ve come to right place. This is an ode, a love letter, an homage to the lovable neurotic, Freud’s posthumous victory, the voice of New York City, and a true auteur.
Woody Allen - The Filmmaker Allen-isms: With a strong background in writing, Allen’s brand of banter showcase his mastery over dialogue, and his natural inclination to write a screenplay like a seasoned playwright distinctively defining his films within the parameters of acts. Working mostly with large ensemble casts, his films are also defined by his stylized approach to direction where he works largely with master shots and actor choreography illustrated brilliantly in films like ‘Hannah & Her Sisters,’ ‘Small Time Crooks’ and ‘Husbands & Wives.’ He regularly employs the same key crew – cinematographers Sven Nyquist, Gordon Willis and Carlo DiPalma; producer Jean Doumanian, and of course his actors, among them Mia Farrow, Diane Keaton, Dianne Weist, Judy Davis, Alan Alda and more recently Scarlett Johansson. In an uncommon practice for Hollywood cinema, Allen wields a notoriously tight control over all aspects of his work – casting, writing, shooting and editing – and, beyond this, is so exalted that he is not required to submit a script for studio approval. After a disastrous experience on 1965′s What’s New, Pussycat? (which he wrote but felt he lost control of during
shooting) Allen has demanded and received virtual autonomy. The Plot: It is undeniable that all of Allen’s films explore certain recurring themes, almost as though a catharsis of sorts. But the most important thing one takes away time after time is Allen’s ability to explore those pet cinematic motifs and ask the same questions in so many different and amusing ways. Throughout his career he has invested a scholar’s commitment to the predicament of man in a doomed universe. For Allen these are all inescapable aspects of humanity and it is thus our lot to struggle with the paradoxes of desire and morality, freedom and faith, consummation and reflection. His films explore the perhaps pointless glorification of conclusion. Play It Again, Sam (Herbert Ross, 1972) Annie Hall and Manhattan (1979) Annie Hall and Manhattan were bittersweet comical films about the loss of love and the perversity of pursuing an idea of romantic happiness. In other films like Interiors (1978) Crimes and Misdemeanors (1989) and Manhattan Murder Mystery (1993) death both in actuality and metaphor is explored – a mother commits suicide, a mistress is murdered in cold blood. The fatality of romance for Allen is always in the foreground. In Love and Death (1975), an earnest but comic take on the themes of sex, death and the possibility of an afterlife (set against a nineteenth century Russian literary landscape), Allen’s character Boris cavorts through the woods with the Grim Reaper, both recalling and parodying the Death figure of Ingmar Bergman’s The Seventh Seal (1957). A true patron of irony and destiny, in Bullets Over Broadway (1995), the cultivated protagonist David Shayne must watch in despair as Cheech, a brusque bodyguard with an innate feel for dramatic dialogue, improves and champions his play. Mighty Aphrodite (1996) exhibits the theme of fate overtly with an actual Greek chorus on hand to provide commentary and warn on the danger of disturbing the routes of destiny. His more recent films like Match Point (2005), Cassandra’s Dream (2007) and Vicky Christina Barcelona (2008) albeit look better, what with better film technology and some much needed styling, continue to get identified within Allen’s thematic compass. Critics have drawn parallels with philosophers such as Socrates and Jean-Paul Sartre, the latter with regard to the impossibility of authentic romantic long-lasting commitment. And although these films are stems of the
same seed, the eternal inconclusiveness in Allen’s own point of view, his knack of closing every film with a ‘dot dot dot’ instead of a full-stop gives a sense of actual life, an ever-evolving story that is open to interpretation and reflective of one’s own exploration of self, our moral dispositions, our questioning of the meaning of life, its eventual resolution or the lack of it and the ever-persisting questions about love. The ability to see our questions and thoughts in his is what makes his films accessible on a very basic level. Deconstructing Woody: His tendency as a standup comedian to observe has always found voice in his work, be it through his always entertaining monologues, or the idea of creating a central character who has things happen around him, not to him. Referred to by film scholars like Nancy Pogel as the “little-man character”, this idea was first created by the silent movie stars of the teens and twenties, stars like Buster Keaton, Charlie Chaplin and Harold Lloyd. Consistent with the theory that Allen’s earlier works (prior to Interiors) were written with this little-man idea firmly in mind is the way Allen used to write in female leads who were likable, but would also cause the main character to get into trouble, something the female stars of silent films invariably did. Allen’s little-man persona is truly the root of his comedy success. Whether his characters are named Miles, Mickey, Alvy, or the most fitting moniker of all, Fielding Mellish, despite Allen’s determination to make his character socially beneath the rest of the characters in the script, he still managed to create a character who always has a response to every situation, quick one-liners at the appropriate moments, who inevitably gets the girl and ponders about the most interesting of topics, namely, love and death.
Woody Allen - The Musician Not many know that for decades Allen has been turning up with religious regularity to perform New Orleans-style jazz, first at Manhattan’s Michael’s Pub, and more recently at Cafe Carlyle in the Algonquin Hotel. Despite his obviously sincere and continuing dedication to playing, Allen insists that his clarinet work should not be confused with what professionals do. But anyone who has seen the feature-length documentary ‘Wild Man Blues’ (1998), has reason to question
FILM - WOODY ALLEN Allen’s take on his clarinet playing. Although he cannot be considered a lightning fast virtuoso, his relationship with the Clarinet is palpably emotional which is mirrored in his delicate delivery of ballads. Allen’s affinity for New Orleans music is actually a bit out of sync with his generation. Growing up in the early ‘40s, he heard and enjoyed primarily jazz and big bands, including the work of such clarinetists as Benny Goodman and Artie Shaw. His New Orleans penchant came in the ‘50s, when he first heard Sidney Bechet. And when trombonist Turk Murphy urged him to take his music more seriously, his curiosity turned into experiment and today to expression. In an interview about his connection with music, Allen earnestly remarked, “It’s a much, much more thrilling thing. Writing and directing are highly cerebral endeavors. No matter how much you rely on inspiration and instinct--and of course the best stuff does-you still have to think about structure and writing and craft and ideas and characters and psychological validities. But music is different. I’m convinced that, if you asked people, they would say that if they could have one talent, one real tremendous talent in their lives, most people would say, ‘I prefer it to be in music,’ than almost anything else. Everybody in film directing, everybody in writing, if they could really be as good as Jascha Heifetz or Louis Armstrong or Charlie Parker, would prefer that gift.” Allen’s talent will forever be synonymous with his writing, his filmmaking and his humour. But there’s little doubt that the sense of freedom in feeling without speaking while playing his old-fashioned, Albert system clarinet have and will continue to contribute to the expression of that talent.
Woody Allen - The Person The Reel Although he has continually downplayed the sense of congruity between himself and his film persona, critics & fans alike have often been of the opposing opinion. In Allen’s own book, ‘Woody Allen on Woody Allen: In Conversation with Stig Bjorkman,’ he repeatedly contradicts his ‘movies are fiction’ mantra, with statements like: “I don’t know the black experience well enough to really write about it with any authenticity. In fact, most of my characters are so limited locally. They’re mostly New Yorkers, kind of upper-class, educated, neurotic. It’s almost the only thing that I ever write about, because it’s almost the only thing I know.” Husbands and Wives (1992) offers further indications of Allen’s art imitating his own life. At the time of the film’s release much was made of the close parallels between the narrative, which concerns in part an older 94
man’s infatuation with his young student, and Allen’s personal life, which had been upset by the perceived scandalous revelation of his affair with his partner Mia Farrow’s adopted daughter. The situation was vindication for those critics who had long argued that Allen’s films were self-indulgent representations of his own life. Which brings us to one chapter of Allen’s life that was only faced with laughter of the nervous kind, leaving even die-hard fans a bit unnerved.
* In high school, Allen began to submit oneliners and jokes to local New York newspaper reporters for inclusion in their columns. It was at this point in his life that Allen created the pen name of Woody Allen, so that his classmates wouldn’t recognize his comedic, literary efforts. The name stuck. * Writing comedy for Guy Lombardo and Sammy Kaye among others, Allen was represented by the William Morris Agency while he was still in high school.
The Real Growing up in the ‘90’s, many viewed Allen as the nebbish, annoying, character they constantly saw on-screen who was, additionally, intimately involved with and married to his own daughter. But quite simply, this is one of the biggest misconceptions about Allen. Consciously ignoring the risk of having the following opinion, extremely susceptible to disapproving nods by many, I will clarify that Allen’s relationship with Soon-Yi Previn isn’t incestuous or illegal. Kindly acknowledge that my defense of his marriage should in no way be viewed as as my blessing, but it should be noted that Ms. Previn is not Allen’s own daughter or stepdaughter, or biologically related to Allen in any way. Ms. Previn was adopted by Farrow and Farrow alone; Allen refused to be a part of her adoption process. But through the constant media speculation, the allegations and wide-spread criticism, Allen constantly finds his way back to the place he can do no wrong - making great films. Even with an unconventional love story based on the maxim of “Whatever works”, it definitely doesn’t take away from the dense catalogue of Allen’s work that spans decades and stands for his prodigious bent of mind. A man, an icon and creative spirit who is always inspired by a good idea, with hands that never tire of toil, no matter how old they get, a fearless need to express himself, with a confidence in the knowledge that his work is important, with the ever-intriguing ability to laugh at oneself and the commendable desire to pick up the pieces and start over when a seemingly great idea fails. Sometimes as the leading man with misled conceptions, sometimes directing characters who cant seem to find their direction, sometimes as the musician who evokes a chuckle during a sad ballad, and always the sole writer of his life’s story. Woody Allen is by definition ‘The Man’.
Factoids * Born Allen Koenigsberg December 1, 1935 in Brooklyn, New York, Allen grew up in a working-class part of the borough, Flatbush, and attended Catholic school--a childhood not unlike young Alvy Singer’s childhood in Annie Hall.
* After graduating, Allen went to New York University where, after failing a class in film production, he decided to drop out in order to become a full-time comedy writer. * After writing material for other stand up comics, Allen’s managers convinced him that he could be even funnier and more well known writing for himself. So Allen joined the ranks of stand up comedians. By age 26, he was constantly appearing on talk shows and in the most successful comedy clubs in America. * It was during Allen’s fertile stand up career that he both created and refined his professional persona.
Delightful Dialogue “What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.” – Selections from the Allen Notebooks “You have no values. Your whole life, it’s nihilism, it’s cynicism, it’s sarcasm, and orgasm.” – Deconstructing Harry “Doc: Why are you depressed, Alvy? Mother: Tell doctor [?] It’s something he read. Doc: Something you read, heh? Alvy: The universe is expanding. Doc: The universe is expanding? Alvy: Well, the universe is everything, and if it’s expanding, someday it will break apart and that would be the end of everything! Mother (shouting): What is that your business? (to doctor) He stopped doing his homework. Alvy: What’s the point? Mother: What has the universe got to do with it? You’re here in Brooklyn! Brooklyn is not expanding!” – Annie Hall “How the hell do I know why there were Nazis? I don’t even know how the can opener works!” - Hannah & Her Sisters
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With passion brewing from the pit of his lost heart to mine, I sit and write to you of Bas Jan Ader and his disappearing act. He upped and left me, you and his wife, the lovely Missus Mary Sue, as he searched the sea for the miraculous, in hopes that he would return in sixty to ninety days. But before I tell that little narrative in this unfortunate and finite sequence of words, allow me to give you some information on who this man really is and what he’s done… He’s not done too much. But less can be more. His work has never left an immodest impression. Yes, graceful can be Bas Jan Ader. The frail Bas Jan was a Dutch performance artist, photographer and filmmaker whose work began to become well known in the early 1990’s. So extraordinarily poetic was he, it strikes me in my knobby kneecaps while I am standing, pushing me to sit down and further wonder of him as my kneecaps recover. Clearly, I don’t know the man personally and because of that, I have a distinct impression of him. If I did know him, my impression, I am sure, would be wrong. He is not a normal man and lives his life playing with gravity as a child
would play with a toy, stumbling over it and laughing again. For the sake of all things accidental, he is king of accidents because he controls them. That is, only until that one fateful day, the day he lost himself at sea. Even kings fall sometimes. I’m jibber jabbering I know and some of you might think he’s not even worth the jibber jabber. But bear with me. Onto what he does and why he does it. Mister Ader is mostly known for his ‘Fall’ films. All these short films seem to have been done in just one take. He is the model in his films. The silly lilly of a man literally plops himself right in the middle of situations where he submits to gravity. According to Martijn van Calmthout, falling means understanding the universe. His falling films carry a hodgepodge of natures. They are poetic, melancholic, humorous, silly and hardcore all at once. In his film, Fall I, he sits on a chair on the roof of his home in Los Angeles and literally rolls himself off the roof and onto the ground. In Fall II, he rides a bicycle into a canal in Amsterdam. In Broken Fall (organic), he lets go of a tree he hangs
onto and falls straight into a river. In Broken Fall (geometric), he submissively lets the wind roll him onto his side and into some bushes. There is more, but not enough. It really is hardcore. I know for a fact that Johnny Knoxville and the rest of the gang from “Jackass” plot out their intentional accidents as a reference to Bas Jan Ader. But seriously, this man used gravity as a medium in his work. Gravity! As a medium! The more I think about it, the more outlandish it sounds. The situations that happen in these films are basically accidents. He is accident prone, but these accidents are planned out and intentional. So it defeats the purpose. Are they really accidents anymore? Maybe not. But we don’t know this. Here’s the catch. In 1975, our man with the plan took off on a 12½-foot sailboat in attempt to cross the Atlantic. His voyage out to sea was meant to be the middle part of his triptych, “In Search of the Miraculous”. Bas Jan was meant to come back with his middle piece. Six months later, his poor little sailboat companion was found half-submerged
off the coast of Ireland. He was nowhere to be found. He just wasn’t… anywhere. Was this or wasn’t this an accident? Was it an intentional one? Did he plan to leave and not tell me, you, or his poor wife Mary Sue that he was not coming back? People remember him because of this accident. People remember him because he is gone. But I remember him because I like to think that this disappearance was intentional. Yes it makes my heart ache a trillion times, but this is by far your biggest accident Mister Ader. I’m almost glad it happened. I’m sorry. Ader’s disappearing act, whether it was intentional or not, shows some next level dedication. If poetry were to reincarnate it would do so and become this performance piece. There is nothing but righteousness in this and if there exists anything else, it would probably be disorientation from the public eye at most. Buuuh, I got carpal tunnel just from thinking about writing about it.
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It’s summer time north of the equator and that means swimsuits, travelling, festivals, incessant rain (if you live in London), a yearning for the aforementioned (if you live in London), and in tinsel town… the Summer Blockbuster. Summer in Hollywood in the last two decades has been characterized by the release of the studios big summer movies boasting movie stars (note difference between actor and star), budgets larger than the GRP of most third world countries and explosions. The influence of this canon of work has grown at such an exponential rate that they have evolved (I use the term lightly here) into a genre of their own. Over the last couple of years as the world dries up due to Global Warming, (well at least that’s what I imagine happens when warming takes place on a global scale) so does the originality in Hollywood. There has been a glut of comic book superhero movie adaptations that have punctuated the summer season most of which are absolutely (please pick word most appropriate) atrocious, abysmal, grody, God-awful, barbaric, desperate, villainous (not sure if that works but the option is there), abhorrent, appalling, dire, ghastly, odious, offensive, repulsive, revolting, rotten, unpleasant and inconvenient. Currently there are 247 comic book films that are available on Amazon to buy. Now, a lot of them are animated films and foreign language films as well but that gives you an indication of how comic books and graphic novels are fertile with adaptation possibilities. For the purposes of this particular rant I am focusing all my super human breath on the superhero comic book. Now I am not against the comic book film, but here I must caveat strongly that they have to be done correctly. How often are they given the time and attention to actually stand a chance at being done correctly is a question that needs to be asked. I am no comic book expert. For that, one just needs to look over to Mo-El (no relation to Jor-El or Kal-El) Amin if you want to discuss the finer points of comic book movie adaptations, but I do know stellar cinema and Hollywood is the comic book superhero’s kryptonite. Every year there are at least ten, if not more, superhero movie adaptations, which accost the senses and insult our intelligence. Doesn’t that legally constitute as abuse? The reason these films are so (insert word of choice from list above)……………. is because Hollywood completely disregards the narrative complexities, the multi-layered characterization and themes that characterize the source material. The comic book and graphic novel since their inception established themselves as the beacon for counter cultural expression. They expressed and engaged with mature themes that were as diverse as sexuality, religion, and society. Even the superhero archetype was an allegory that was used to comment on the world we live in along with the forces/systems that dominate it. It seems that Hollywood has acknowledged or refuses to acknowledge the growth and evolution of this content and still dismisses it as a puerile expression. Instead we are insulted with bland, generic and flaccid adaptations at the cost of profit, the formula being: Marquee Star + Bland Comic Book Adaptation + Multiple Sequels + Merchandising * X (denotes number of) Reboots = Product of Lex Luthor * Tony Stark * Bruce Wayne Money. I’m not a financial expert but that is a lot of money. When staring and salivating at the prospect of that kind of financial reward why wouldn’t you reboot Spiderman or have Brett Ratner direct and ruin an almost fantastic trilogy of films. Why wouldn’t you have Ang Lee direct a psychedelic Hulk and then reboot it with Louis Leterrier (from the critically acclaimed Transporter series) at the helm? Why wouldn’t you give Nicholas Cage another opportunity to have another crack at a hairline on screen with Ghost Rider or Keanu Reeves as the blonde cynical Constantine. Hollywood have
become so blasé that they have decided that they do not require to spend much money on these films as demonstrated by the Green Lantern fiasco earlier this year. The trailer was released and people were outraged at how vile the special effects were that the studio then put in another ten million dollars towards improving the special effects, which resulted in the masterpiece that is gracing cinemas worldwide. The truly depressing reality is that no matter how ferociously atrocious the film is, financially it will still recoup its costs and make money. What is frustrating is that it does not require a super human effort to make a good, solid or even fantastic comic book superhero film. One need not cast a laser-producing eye farther than Tim Burton’s first two Batmans, Nolan’s Reboot, Singer’s first two X-Men, with X2 probably the yardstick of quality control. The Dark Knight is a perfect example of how when the source material is treated with care and the auteur stays true to the original essence, then not only will respect and acclaim be garnered, but if one does not care about trivial ideals, then you will make obscene amounts of money. The Dark Knight grossed over a billion dollars worldwide. Isn’t that motivation enough to make a decent film? There is no excuse not to spend a little more time with the source material and determine the best way it could be translated onto screen. Now I know that the first argument that anyone uses as a S.H.I.E.L.D. to defend these sub-par adaptations is time. A film has a temporal restriction, how can we delve into that level of plot and character development within the space of two hours? That to me is a callous statement that reads of apathy and inane stupidity because everybody knows that any comic book adaptation will never be limited to a single film but will be stretched through multiple films, series and reboots. So that premise renders the temporal restriction argument redundant. Since Hollywood has been so callous with their handling of the translation of comic print to film I want to get a piece of this action and have decided that I am going to have a crack at some comic book film adaptation concepts. Surveying the current landscape of adaptation I have identified one trope that is essential in creating a comic book superhero adaptation film that enjoys both critical and commercial success. This being realism, as mentioned earlier the perfect examples are Dark Knight and the first two X-Men. There is a strong correlation between how rooted to reality the film adaptation is and the critical reception it garners. The critical reception does translate into more lucrative financial earnings as well.
The Dark Knight’s Darkest Day 15th September 2008, Seaman Bros, a financial institution established in 1850, collapses due to the sub-prime crisis in Gotham. Bruce Wayne loses billions, as he was Seaman Bros biggest client. He has to sell all his earthly possessions in order to pay off his debts but it is not enough. So Batman once again is a vigilante, on the run, hiding in the shadows from angry debtors. Now what always gave Batman an advantage over his villainous counterparts was Bruce Wayne’s billions. If you were to remove that wealth from the equation then it renders Batman slight impotent right? No more utility belt gadgets, no more Bat Mobile, Batwing or Bat Cycle because he would not have the funds to maintain or repair the damage inflicted during crime fighting. No more Bat cave to help track criminals as well as process forensic evidence, which means the percentage of villains escaping would be much higher. Additionally he would have hard choices to make, either forage for food or fight crime, without food he won’t have the strength to fight
crime. Finally cracking under the pressure of his own crime fighting impotence he directs his wrath at the banking executives at Seaman Bros who crippled his livelihood due to their greed.
Iron Man 3 The Wear and Tear of Tony Stark Stark industries is thriving, the money keeps pouring in. Tony Stark cannot give the money away fast enough because America is currently fighting two wars in Afghanistan and Iraq plus helping Libyan rebels wherever they can. On a rebuilding trip Tony surveys the damage his machinery has caused and he has a breakdown that drives him to the bottle. His alcoholism gets out of control and is persuaded by Polly to check himself into a clinic. At rehab he bands together a collective of loveable misfits against the evil Dr. Ming who runs the facility. Tony uses his genius to construct weapons and builds a suit out of plastic trays that fires plastic cutlery.
Spiderman 5? 6? The Green Goblin and Doc Oc finally realize that the easiest way to beat Spiderman is to render his highflying movement useless. They catch him and dump him the middle of the Sahara where there is no high-rise skyline for him to use to maneuver around. Now the advantage lies with Green Goblin and Doc Oc who still have the luxury of their strengths and mobility. Additionally, due to the extreme heat of the Sahara the web fluid dries up because it was designed for New York weather conditions. How will Spidey get out of this one?
Superman 6 Kal- El Revealed Lex Luthor and the rest of the world finally discover Superman is Clark Kent when an untimely sneeze dislodges his glasses at a Lex Luthor press conference. Luthor notices this and suffers a miniexistential crisis where he questions his genius because he was not able to see through Clark’s “excellent” disguise. Now armed with super villain resolve, Lex Luthor in the meantime, and in conjunction with an artist and a sculptor, change the color of Kryptonite and sculpt it into various everyday objects that are placed all over Clark Kent’s apartment converting it into a veritable death-trap. How does Superman get out of this one? To make matters worse it is a cloudy day. As I have demonstrated there is a creative freedom that Hollywood enjoys when it comes to adapting the superhero comic book to film. I feel that Hollywood has not explored all these different avenues, but I’m sure that they will eventually get there. There is no plausible reason why they would not; Hollywood has never let us down before. I mean look at Watchmen, the film that Terry Gilliam said was inadaptable, and wherein Zack Snyder proved him wrong. Snyder showed Gilliam that all he needed to successfully adapt Watchmen was a healthy dose of slow motion action. I am positive that it is what Alan Moore envisioned when he wrote Watchmen. I’m afraid that, until more directors like Nolan get involved in these adaptations, we are doomed to endure sacrilegious vandalism of iconic cultural content. Hollywood truly is the comic book superhero’s kryptonite. Please send across your ideas on what direction these franchises or any others should take. Email them to zaina@quintdubai.com and we’ll feature the best ones in an upcoming issue.
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Androgyny, nudity, sex and sado-masochism have long been utilized and expressed through fashion. Is this all commercially driven because sex sells? Or are designers re-visiting and reexploring these ideas in different contexts? With fashion houses posting their recent profits in the hundreds of millions, is the consumer driving the fashion industry instead of the other way round? Milan fashion giant Prada is expected to post a profit of at least 150 million Euros for the first half of the year according to a report by the HK stock exchange.
Do we still have limits to push in fashion? Things are of course always evolving and changing, but are they getting any stranger or more out of the ordinary? Currently, transsexuality is the controversial ‘trend’ that is scandalizing the fashion world. Givency received as much attention for the designer Tisci’s collection as for the appointment of transsexual model Lea T in their recent advertisements. The S/S 2011 catwalks saw Andrej Pejic, a beautiful male model with long blond hair and feminine features modeling women’s clothes. Stephen Thompson, an Albino model has also been used by Givenchy subsequent to Lea T’s advertisements.
It is not difficult to see why the motif of sexuality remains a strong influence. The fashion scene is lacking in designers who truly possess a creative eye – Alexander McQueen being a shining example. Advertisers are ruling the show and designers and photographers alike are seemingly focusing on selling rather than creating. Fashion magazines have become horribly analogous, absent from distinct styles and looks to distinguish themselves from one another. When I am looking for a dose of fashion, I take great pleasure in browsing the various fashion blogs that the internet is home to. Dubai hosts many differing fashion bloggers, my favourites include the stylings of a quirky Swedish girl on CandyandCookie, and WeeshasWorld – a talented plus-size fashion blogger. These blogs are written by normal people, who experiment with fashion in their everyday lives and document their fashion choices through photography on their blogs. Offering people more ways to create content and express themselves, the internet represents a more daring and adventurous world than exists on catwalks and fashion media. The internet has given people a medium by which to express their individuality and personal style and the option to share with others. Technological advancements in cosmetic surgery have given people the creative power to change themselves. Has fashion become redundant now that people can participate in adapting themselves as to their personal taste? Or has technology opened doors for new limits to be pushed? Looking at the range of material on the internet in terms of fashion and beauty, it seems that technology is going to be a welcome stimulant to the fashion industry. Contributing to the widening perception of beauty by bringing all ages, sizes, shapes and colours into the mix the internet fashion scene reflects a very real segment of society when compared to the average catwalk/magazine spread. Who knows, you could even start your very own blog…
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by Mohamed El Amin photos by: Nazanin Hashemi, Dani Canto, Inma Varandela, Chus Sanchez, Eric Pamies
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URBAN BASED FESTIVALS ARE ON THE RISE, AND PRAISE BE TO ODIN FOR THAT. WHILE I CAN GENUINELY UNDERSTAND THE RATIONAL OF DOING A GLASTONBURY OR A ROSKILDE (NEVER A COACHELLA, HOWEVER) AND MUCKING ABOUT IN ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT FESTIVALS IN THE WORLD, AT LEAST ONCE, THE APPEAL QUICKLY EVAPORATES AS YOU CRAWL BACK AT 5 AM TO YOUR TENT WHICH BY NOW HAS DOUBLED AS TOILET. AND IN THAT (AND FAR MORE MANY REASONS TRANSCENDING HYGIENE), URBAN FESTIVALS WIN. NOT ALL OF THEM MIND YOU, IF ANYTHING, MOST OF THEM FAIL AND FAIL RESOUNDINGLY AT THAT (DUBAI SOUND CITY, ANYONE?), BUT WHEN THEY ARE EXECUTED WITH EQUAL HELPINGS OF PLANNING, INNOVATION AND PASSION, YOU COME ACROSS A COLOSSUS CREATION THAT WILL MOST CERTAINLY CREATE A RARE GEM. AND THAT GEM IS UNDOUBTEDLY SAN MIGUEL’S PRIMAVERA SOUND 2011. YOURS TRULY WAS FORTUNATE TO ATTEND THIS 5 DAY BEAST, AND HERE’S MY GIG-TO-GIG COVERAGE OF THE ENTIRE EVENT.
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Espanyol DayPablo Wednesday 25th One 18:15
LAS ROBERTAS I’ve never heard of Las Robertas in my life, but was instantly transformed a fan. A rocking trio of girl bass/ girl guitar / boy drums from Costa Rica who began dishing out some of the jammiest garage rock that I’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing live. A lovely active live show that had everyone rattling their heads along, and singing along despite hopelessly being unable to understand if the words where English or Spanish (or maybe that’s just me…). Again, a rather unknown and small band, getting a huge boost by playing on opening day. Excellent decision by organizers, excellent set by the band.
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Nisennemondai Damn, you queue! Waiting for my press pass sadly cost me missing out on the fantastic Japanese noise misfits Nisennenmondai. who I luckily have seen before. A band famed for their ruckus inducing, crunching brand of kraut meets punk rock (that they proudly state that they intentionally give no names/themes to songs), you can imagine that Nisennenmondai is certainly not your typical major festival opening band, but as I stood outside the open air venue, hearing blasted waves of delicious punk overpowering all the noise in the street, paired with the cheers of the crowd, you knew that Prim didn’t just pick them due to them being daring, they picked they because they were great. And as I finally managed to dash into the grounds, all I could hear were the murmurs of the crowd utterly awed at drummer Himeno’s crazed antics. Yep. These girls haven’t changed one bit.
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echo AND the bunnymen Performing Heaven Up Here and Crocodiles I honestly don’t know who started it, (pretty sure it was ATP’s Don’t Look Back) but recently, we have had a wonderful revival of bands performing their LPs in full. And in Prim Sound, at least four bands did so, and one of them was the iconic brit rockers Echo & The Bunnymen, performing their first two LPs to an overwhelmingly excited crowd. Listening to Ian and Co performing Crocodiles, it was incredibly difficult a realization that something so concrete was their band’s first record. Every aspect so accomplished and so finely tuned, that I just realized how incredibly odd that they didn’t garner any critical acclaim till Ocean Rain. Hearing “Get up“ live for the first time in my life, gave me chills down my spine. And as the band kicked out their post punk classic in “Heaven Up Here”, I felt just like a teenager again, all coldness gripping as Ian’s voice and words made him more of a tragic Shakespearean actor, all defiant broods and sharp words directed at skulls. And yes, Ian McCulloch is as rock and roll as they get, calling the crowds names while dishing out the tunes. It was quite heartwarming to see that he was still a grumpy bastard. My only regret is that I simply too tired to get into the swing of things, however despite it all, sitting on the floor watching the band perform as thousands just closed their eyes and hung on to every word… it was just beautiful.
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caribou As the exhaustion of a previous 12 hr work day followed immediately by a 10 hr flight descended, calling it an early night seemed inevitable. But the promise of Caribou was too powerful for mere exhaustion to override, and boy, were we all rewarded for it. While initially anticipating a DJ set, Dan Snaith walked onto the stage with a 3 piece band and proceeded to drive 5000+ people bonkers. Bodies were pulsing as heads nodded rhythmically to his manipulative electro magic that ebbed and flowed throughout his hour long set while abstract projections cloaked the entire band just as firmly as their music surrounded us throughout the entire set. And at the end of it all, we made damn sure they knew just how much we loved it all, ferociously applauding and calling for an encore, one that a friend belted out in a single word: “SUN!� The chant grew deafening, and Dan & Co. had no choice but to abide to our will, appeasing our demands with the most remarkable edition of Sun that I have ever heard. Each member of the crowd was locked in a feverish sweat laced jig, all cheers as the repetitive chant entranced us all. It was a fascinating synching between crowd and performers, best exemplified as he walked off the stage to great all of us in the front row, greeting us and humbly accepting our words of praise and adoration. Caribou was ultra dynamic electro goodness delivered with such a resoundingly tight band that pumped energy into all of our tired bones.
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Day two
parc del forum THURSDAY 26th
18:00
Emeralds There is something so spectacular sparse by Emeralds, a quality that I was never quite sure how would translate to in a live setting, let alone an open air stage. What I heard certainly delighted me. There a specific artistic boldness to the band’s creation, the way they layer the singular notes and weave structure to them, an absurd, slightly discomforting ambient, that paired with the sunny Barcelona day and the Mediterranean sea right next to the stage, just add an obscure surrealism to the experience. Emeralds grasped the ambience and weaved frequencies the likes Labradford or Stars of the Lid would create, utterly enigmatic and hypnotizing.
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of montreal My favorite pop band in the whole world. I utterly adore Kevin Barnes and he’s easily one of the finest front men in the world, and pretty much what I would imagine Freddie Mercury must have been like while performing for Queen (the last time I saw them in Baton Rouge, they all arrived to the stage in wedding dresses. It was pretty hilarious). Thousands of us rubbed shoulders as they simply dashed into the stage blasting out an even groovier version of their dance classic L’age D’or. And as expected, Of Montreal pull out all stops for their mad spectacles. As Kevin belted out “it’s not supposed to happen like that” from Suffer for Fashion, a nacho libre arrived on stage, with a cape the colours of Catalonia, obviously cementing his kayfab face status, only to be attacked by a villainous heel. And a nacho libre wrestling subplot began that continued throughout the band’s one hour set that at one point featured a slow motion battle between Kevin and two pigs as the screen behind them exploded in light, creating the most surreal thing I have ever seen. My fav moment however was when my favorite Of Montreal song was played, The Party Is Crashing Us Down. I honestly lost my voice just screaming the first verse, and as I was bouncing around with everyone to a tune that EVERY CLUB SHOULD SPIN WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE THIS TUNE IS AWESOME PLAY IT DAILY, LET ALONE HOURLY!, I noticed Wayne from the Flaming Lips kicking some mad hip shakes, and as I waved at him manically, he laughed and waved back, making growling lion faces. It was pretty much fun and excellent and silly as ever. Of Montreal operates their shows not as a concert, but a theatrical piece, set pieces so well defined almost elevating the entire spectacle to an absurd piece of performance art. With Pig masked people. Who have 8 brown breasts. It’s really out there, folks.
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23:00
grinderman As Mickey Mouse & The Goodbye Man blasted out, you just had to glance at Cave & Ellis, standing like demi gods over the stage to the crowd of adoring screaming fans, and you could instantly grasp the importance (and the simplicity) of Grinderman. The bluesy rock riffs are as visceral and demanding, Cave manic delivery full of howls and snarls, Ellis outguitar-ing half the people on the planet, Dirty three-esque kung fu kicks chopping down on the air. It was then that I realized something I really didn’t notice before. This is Cave without the baggage of The Bad Seed. It’s simply a bunch of mates who happened to decide “hey man beards are terrific” and rock out in their dad’s garage. It’s as simple as that, and as pure as it can get. Case and point, No ***** Blues. Who of us didn’t have that conversation with a friend? Who else didn’t want to make a messy racket out of? And that Grinderman does, exquisitely so. “Foul-mouthed, noisy, hairy, and damn well old enough to know better”. Cave truly said it best.
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Suicide Performing – Suicide ( 1st LP) 15 minutes before the set ended. Nick Cave called for each of us to head to the RayBan stage to watch Suicide, proclaiming that everything they have done would’ve been naught if not for them. And people obliged, but man, half of them disappeared two songs into the set. My friend Nazy and I headed there early on, grabbing a sweet front row spot, and both of us commented on how their sound check was one of the loudest things we’ve ever heard. This is coming from Sunn O))) + Boris survivors. A bit of a tangent, but the greatest drawing aspect that I always loved Suicide for was the fact, it wasn’t about mohawks and tattoos and nose rings or any of that rubbish, that wasn’t what punk rock is about, it was all about the mythos, the attitude, and in that, this record is so little rock, yet so much more punk. Walking on stage, ever so slowly, Alan and Martin took to their spots, and what was unleashed upon us was nothing short of monumental: a feral drum machine churning away like a steam engine, and a few deathly keyboard notes repeated as long as Martin felt like drilling them into our cores. The minimal structure would have been little more than a tedious trudge through distorted noise, had it not been for Alan Vega, who is quite possibly the most confrontational vocalist of the 1970s or any other decade. Vega doesn’t as much sing as he chants the lyrics like they possess his body, going from a panicked whisper to yelps to screams all in the span of a sentence. The end result of his unique vocal style is that every word out of his mouth sounds subverted on some level. Take “Girl,” one of maybe two songs on the album that doesn’t just blaze ahead on the strength of its own belligerence. Coming out of other rock singers, the words to “Girl” might be an attempt to seduce, but here, Vega’s delivery is so frothing and tense, it makes him sound like some demented rapist. And just then, we were all transported back ’77, Vega eyeing us like he could go in for the kill at any time, screaming at random intervals, and inciting violence. It was as pure and holy as punk could possibly get.
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the flaming lips We’ve all heard about it, friends coming to us , all googly eyed and spirits forever uplifted, stating how the Flaming Lips is the grandest show off all, how nothing ever compares, how everything else is a disappointment. Trust me, they didn’t exaggerate a single word. You have to hand it to the Flaming Lips, they sure know how to throw a party. Packing one of the largest crowds of the day, the pre-festival anticipation was consuming the entire air, us FL virgins shaking with excitement, seasoned FL veterans recognizing us, and grabbing our shoulders as they smiled. They knew we were about to experience something profound, and they were ecstatic for us. There was an air of unity that I’ve never quite sampled since I saw Sigur Ros. As the band arrived to the stage, and Wayne began rising in from the bottom of the stage to the crazed wails of love by thousands of fans, the 1/2/3/4 drum call was sounded: BAM! HAMSTERBALL MADNESS! I swear I haven’t seen anything this grand in my life. More than 40000 hands lifted trying to allow this celestial prophet to continue his trip back and forth over the stage as if we would be eternally blessed if waded above us. And as he returned to the stage, you just knew that this man had super powers. No one else could command a stadium like this. We came wanting aliens and balloons and such staggering amounts of confetti we could drown under, and we got that and more. And that was just the first song! How he managed to collapse space and time like that… Thoughts were obliterated by Worm Mountain being sung from a bull horn. You didn’t have time to think, you just acted, you bounced, you shot lasers from your fingers, and as long as it felt, it also ended, and as Do You Realize was sung by every soul in attendance, it was truly with all our power, like a magic ritual bound to make everything better, merely by good vibes and a truck load of balloons, and the world spinning round.
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girl talk You’d be hard-pressed to try to follow a show like that, but the wisest choice for closing show was picked by Prim in the person of mash-up wizard Gregg Gillis aka Girl Talk. The crowd rushed like a stampede to the Llevant stage in an attempt to keep the party going, and GT did not disappoint, providing an almost hilarious spring break vibe he delivered wacky mixes of songs that, by any other right, should not possibly be molded together, and yet he effortlessly did so, just as easily as leaf blowers showered us all with toilet paper. There wasn’t a soul that wasn’t dancing, and even as the show ended and we all had to leave the grounds, several hundred of us were dancing their way to the subway.
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Day two
parc del forum THURSDAY 27th 17:00
sufjan stevens Everyone always labeled Sufjan Stevens as folk’s go-to child, and you’d be hard to fault them, since his exceptional Michigan and Seven Swans, you’d be hard pressed to find a soul able to create folk so lo fi and whimsical on the planet. But what everyone seems to have forgotten (which threw everyone out of the loop with the release of Age of Adz), is that Sufjan has always been an electro wonder kid too, just spin Enjoy Your Rabbit, one of his earliest recordings which expressed the inner workings of an incredibly complex musician. And that is what we got on the 27th of May 2011, a day that I sincerely believe not a single soul who was present would ever forget. an intricate complex performance by an increasingly evolving master at work. While Sufjan opened his show with the solitary end-of-the-world hymn in Seven Swans, what proceeded was anything but, a momentous celebration of life. As the hall dimmed and celestial projections arose in the stage, his 10 piece band (by my count, 2 dancers/backup singers, 2 drummers, a guitarist, bassist, percussionist, a dual pianist/ synth player and 3 brass section wielders) gently tugged along with his ever echoing voice. And as the song withered away, they erupted into Too Much of his latest recording, and then you realized something, Sufjan and Co. were draped from head to toe with fluoro tape making them akin to TRON characters attending an interstellar futuristic disco. Sufjan took a moment in his 2 and half hour show to explain the background and reasoning behind his new album and it’s sounds citing Royal Robertson, a schizophrenic artist doubling as self proclaimed prophet, life and celestial creations as a major inspiration and calling him a kindred spirit, something so understandable coming from a man who had to deal with his own breakdown. And from there the performance became exceedingly complex, uniquely theatrical and uncharacteristically disorienting, equally as imaginative and tormented as the minds behind it. (Look no further than the tear inducing piano portion of I Want To Be Well and Sufjan repetitive call of that.) As electronic based as his performance was (with whopping choreographed dancing and stunning visuals) Sufjan remains one of the finest wordsmiths in our day and age, (and in my mind, any age), with lyrics reigning supreme with soul elevating (and dismantling) humanity. One of the most atmospheric shows I’ve ever seen, you couldn’t possibly blame Primavera Sound for creating a raffle system to award people the ticket to see his show in the limited capacity auditorium. Sufjan crafted a concert that drafts you as a critical aspect of it. An undisputed aural and visual treat that made everyone imagine that it doubled as Parliament / Funkadelic show. A mere folk musician? Madness. It was without a doubt one of the finest shows that I’ve ever seen, one where a singular musician, nay, an entity, broke our hearts with his moving folk ballad, and drove us all in sheer dancing frenzy that persuaded all our limbs to rise and rush to the stage during an epic 25 minute version of Impossible Soul with falling giant balloons and disco lights that resonated something humanly joyous, it was the perfect closer for the perfect show. He began with death, and ended with life. A perfect circle.
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james blake As he walked in with his 2 comrades, you realized James’ show will be moot stage wise. Seated musicians, split in a half circle, antics where hardly expected. And as he played with his 2 comrades, you realized this was, despite everything, an achingly personal live affair. James’ voice reeks with despair and a certain tone of self guilt that he shared so openly, almost to the point you could imagine he was humming to himself on a rainy Sunday morning in a vacant flat. And as damaged as his voice was, it was rife with emotions and plea, even as it drifted us all with memories’ best forgotten. And through it all, the crowd was silent, captivated by this enigmatic man and his wizardry that uncovered a well of stinging emotions with his sewing of electronic and human tones. James Blake thanked us all for showing up to his first ever festival foray. He thanked as for our excitement, the festival for having them, and remarked on how wonderful the weather was. He said it with a shy grin, as if apologizing for how depressing his songs where and how, inevitably, they have brought us all crushing down. Dear James, don’t ever do that again. Much as it was haunting, your music was as beautiful as songs could possibly get.
21:45
Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti And drawing on the exact opposite of James, was Ariel Pink, who waltzed on that stage, cig in hand and beer belly hanging from his jeans, to tell us “We’re going to sing you happy songs”, to the slightly appreciative applause of the crowd. This is, after all, Ariel Pink, and if past shows informed us of anything is that he can be quite a bit of a tool if he put his heart to it. But on this day, he was all talent and all character. Supported by a superb band, Ariel blended old and new material, while remaining consistently comedic, danceable and heartwarming. True to his words, we all left with grins on our mugs. Why it took such a talented man, who has been recording music so consistent in quality for several years, so long to get the credit and acclaim he deserves is beyond me, but I’m glad it has finally arrived.
00:30
explosions in the sky I love Explosions in the Sky. Oh how I LOVE EiTS. It’s a classic scenario of boy meets girl, boy and girl fall in love with the same music, boy and girl fall in love with each other. I’m so adamant in my addiction to this band that I’m entirely unable to express their music without sounding like a crazed Twilight fangirl or rendered to using a variety of cliché adjectives best reserved for Hallmark cards. To put it in perspective, this was my 7th time seeing them live in 10 years. And
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despite various clashes several times in the past, (this year being the tormenting clash with Deerhunter), I find it morally questionable not being front and center for their shows, because they are one of the best lives acts in the universe. And looking around, I was certainly not by myself in that belief. A full hour before the show, the RayBan was borderline packed with anticipating fans, some of us even discussing the number of times we’ve seen the majestic quartet, cementing the cult status of a band who is without a doubt, one of the cornerstones of post rock . As melodic as the band must sound on record, they are electric live, as the crescendos, climaxes and decrescendo merge and reverberate the entire stage with its awestruck crowd, we were all left tantalized, all arms darting to the heavens as the cinematic sounds capes painted by emotive guitar riffs intertwining so elegantly and lacking any sense of time signatures, relaying on vulnerability that builds on texture that left us gasping for breath throughout the set. Each time I see Explosions in the Sky live they leave me astounded and left wanting more.
Explosions in the Sky is my “it” band. The sort of band that I could never describe aptly to anyone. The kind that I’ve shaped memories with, the kind that are prized possessions to their owners yet trinkets to the listener. And that’s EiTS to me. As Munaf slammed his guitar opening their show with “Your Hand In Mine” of their seminal album ”The Earth Is A Could Dead Place” (which when I met the band , they gave to me, signed and for free. Stellar lads)… goosebumps and sheer jubilation erupted in me. It doesn’t matter where, what I am or will be, 5 seconds into this song & I’m always 19 yrs old again sitting under an oak tree staring at the lake during the blazing Louisiana summer while sipping on lemonade with Iris. And that’s all that will ever matter and all that will ever remain.
03:00
jamie xx Kode9 and Jamie XX obliged us all with a back-to-back electro/ dubstep spectacle the likes of which I’ve never heard. At first, Kode9 stepped into the stead of Burial, one of the genre’s most elusive and secretive musicians (he hardly plays any live shows at all, let alone an interview), and midway between the mindless tribal dancing that erupted on the Pitchfork stage, a singular thought overtook everyone’s consciousness: “if I ever had any apprehensions towards dubstep, I am now certainly a reformed believer”, a sensation that continued with Jamie XX’s set, one which continued the sheer hysteria , speakers unleashing membrane shattering rumbling bass lines so heavy you could be floored underneath their mesmerizing nature. All of us were, lost entirely in their pulsating rhythms as they kept on rising and rising, lingering to a night infinity before they came crashing down again and again. It’s remarkable how a genre, so rich and diverse could have such tarnished reputation, and thank the gods we have Kode9, Burial and Jamie XX to set the record straight, providing more than 2 hours free of the generic dubstep inclinations for the “wobbawobbawobba” effect. (Early the next day, it was revealed that Gil Scott-Heron had passed away, apparently during Jamie’s show. I cannot even begin to imagine how sad he must have felt).
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battles Yes. Battles are without Tyondai. Yes, it’s a shame he left. No, they’re just as good without him, perhaps even as different as they are better. Let’s move on. Please. Battles set was characteristically daring as they were back when Mirrored was released in 2007, even moreso than before. The still dancing crowd who dashed to the stage following Jamie XX were at first unsure what to expect from an acclaimed experimental band, but what they unearthed was a trio as daringly adventurous as they are ingeniously pop centered. Plus, the sheer sight of WTF that crossed the faces of all newbies to the band due to Stanier’s Zildjian K ride cymbal perched the length of two full stretched arms above him, was so worth it. Stanier’s unconventional performance, radiating a startling combination of both exploration and discipline that manages to hold the entire band and continues to be one of the most visually enticing drummers, only comparable to Tortoise’s John McEntire. Avant garde as they maybe, Battles holds a familiarity that is indescribable, resonating with complex, misfit instrumental compositions that actually benefit from the lack of a lead singer. On record as well as live, there is a sense of composure oozing from every eccentric blip and blop produced by the trio, and the audience grasped on to it with every showing (and occasionally, crowd surfing to it, like yours truly. An adventure that leant me a wobbly backside as I fell half way through, but entirely worthwhile). The fortitude of the band is incomparable as they unleash a barrage of synth loops atop textural percussion and soundwaves that are not from this planet in a performance so precisely sharp and groovy. And while their instrumentation was above par, their guest vocalists, featured in a three piece screen, added a variety so anticipated from the band, with Matias Aguayo’s Ice cream causing a deafening cry of joy amidst the crowd (refer to said crowd surfing incident.) All in all, Battles are Battles. Unashamed, unwavering, and always innovative.
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Day four
parc del forum saturday 28th
18:45
war paint There is something so downright erotic about girls playing musical instruments. Damned I’d be if I figure it out , but it’s there, exemplified by the siren-esque songs of guitarist/vocalists Theresa & Emily has us responding to her calls while bassist Jenny and drummer Stella formulate a nigh perfect rhythm section. Whatever it is, these 4 girls have it. Mind you, this was nothing in comparison to the current wave of scantily clad (and equally talented) female performers, what WarPaint possessed were Cocteau twin instrumentation and pure rocking tones that slithered on stage equally as much as it danced. The sultry bass lines paired with the ever so expansive guitar tones that lingered in the air captivating us all. And as the chill breeze flickered through us as the sun was slung in the middle of the sky, you found yourself in a rare situation where music and atmosphere merge so seamlessly, and at that very instance, they played Undertow. Girl rockers do it best.
19:40
fleet foxes Robin Pecknold, a self proclaimed victim of social anxiety, certainly didn’t exhibit any of it on the stage. The peculiar thing about Fleet Foxes is that, while hardly enigmatic or intimate live, everything about this is simply put, as beautiful as could be. Pecknold is an exquisite singer, and the band (especially Morgan Henderson, who stole the show with his constant multi instrumental forays) resonate such harmonic beauty which captivated all of us the moment we all heard Sun Giant. A true testament to the power of the songwriting and composition, and while the entire crowd adored the songs from their new record, it was their earlier material (with Blue Ridge Mountains in particular) leading to a mass of acoustic sing-along’s by the gathered crowd.
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17:30 THE TALLEST MAN ON EARTH Sometimes, all the stars align so perfectly to create the best location and atmosphere for gig, & The Tallest Man On Earth was that. Walking on stage with his guitar, Mattson effortlessly slipped into the role of the prefect one man show that we all imagined he would fill, the perfect man at the perfect time on the perfect spot and transmits a tangible feeling of homeliness even in the anonymous venue. You’d imagine a folk rock performance being somewhat lost in the biggest stage in a festival, but Mattson’s charming delivery, his romantic storytelling and phenomenal guitar playing had as all falling head over heels for him, truly fitting his moniker. And as he began his famed single “King of Spain” off his second album, the crowd were untamed, blaring and latching on to every word sung and hummed, as he couldn’t hide the grin in his face. The loveliest moment however, when he was joined on stage with a (I honestly don’t know who) female singer, and the magnetism had as all staring as they sang, lips so close on the microphone, a moment so intensely personal, that we were all so grateful to have been a part of, leaving us all elevated beneath the warm spring air content.
20:30
gonjasufi A Sufi And A Killer was a hip hop record so experimental in nature that it ventured into avant grade jazz at times, thickly sampled and a million times layered, we were all expecting a heavily electronic set. What we got was the most rock and roll show of the entire festival. Marching onto the stage with a 3 piece band, Sumach bent over a laptop in the corner, tweaking his gear around as the band members were position in their spots. And suddenly it was madness. Thudding walls of hardcore renderations of stoned out songs that would’ve fit so perfectly with Drive Like Jehu or The Stooges, Gonjasufi crouched against speakers, hands muffling his shouts as sweat poured and braids flung all over the stage. What could’ve been a left turn of experimentation gone disastrously wrong was completely overturned by thudding bass lines and pure distilled passionate delivery that set the entire crowd’s adrenaline pumping. And throughout it all, everyone simply stared at each other wondering what on earth were we watching, and pleading internally that it didn’t end. And the band knew how we felt, coming back and back again to roaring applause as the drummer kept leading us in a call to allow them to stay on stage. It was sheer utter madness that simply reinstated the fact that Gonjasufi is without a doubt, one of the most gifted musicians in the world at this moment, and that there is so much we will stand witness too .
20:30
gang gang dance GGD’s latest Eye Contact is certainly their most cohesive sound to date, combining equal parts funk and ludicrous synth arrangements paired with the distinctive and inscrutable vocals of Liz Bougatsos, her cadence certainly evoking a mixture of both interest and confusion, and I freely admit to sometimes not being able to comprehend the nature of her singing, yet forever hypnotized by the manner she simply sings; which has always been the drawing card of her vocals, the way which she twists sounds around, concocting almost inhuman like cries and timbres, that have made her delivery so fascinating, and just as much as their performance. And as she danced on stage I couldn’t help but feel that the group may have produced their best album yet. Gang Gang Dance being both accessible and immediate. Pair that with a Yoga instructor (of sorts) and hilarious flag weaver (best job in the world?), and you’ve got all you need for a jolly good time. Calling on liz to join the crowd for a dance (to which she gladly obliged) remains one of the highlights of the festival for me.
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swans Regardless of all the fantastic acts playing, this was all that truly mattered to me. Only for two other bands would I practically do anything to see live (Godspeed You! Black Emperor and Boards of Canada), and here I was about to witness the third. Swans. This is something I have dreamed about for years. Since Michael Gira dissolved the group some 14 years ago, an underground NY band whose experimentations in music and noise and humanity (and lack of), Swans’ legacy simply grew the more it’s fans introduced new listeners to them, watching in no secretive joy as their friends had their senses crushed and reborn a new. And then came along 2010, with Gira proclaiming, to the sheer elation of thousands of fans, that “Swans Are Not Dead”. And true to his word, a new album was released; one that this writer proclaims the #2 best album of that year. That 00:15 should read 10:30, because I decided to leg it out PJ Harvey’s set with her opening song, not for lack of love for the wonderful songstress, but because I simply decided there was no conceivable way that I would forgive myself if I missed out on being front row, placed directly in front of the speakers, ready to be consumed. Running down the Ray Ban stage staircase, I succeeded at my goal. As I reached the stage, so did Gira and crew, preparing their sound check ahead of their show. As they did so, their manager walked onstage, recording the setting. Noting only my person in the stage so early on, he zoomed on me, and asked me a question: “Are you ready?” Screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping Gira would hear me:“YES I AM!” He smirked, and simply muttered: “Swans are going to blow your nuts off” Truer words have yet to be spoken. Wrapping up their sound check (which featured Gira unpleased with how low the sound was, demanding the sound engineer cracking it up by 20, 6 times in a row), the lights faded and percussionist Thor walked on stage to play the bells. No Words. And then everyone stepped on to the stage. It began. I wasn’t ready for this. What was released was a monstrous creature rearing its ugly head from its cage, relentlessly seeking to devour every atom in my being, and devour Swans did. Unleashing wave upon wave of unstoppable yet absurdly controlled drone/noise/post rock/whatonearthisthis, they ushered a 30 minute long version of their song “No Words/No Thoughts”, and with Gira’s manic pacing and orchestral like gestures guiding the group and the sound waves himself. Every note was devastatingly aggressive, abrasive and yet while incredibly loud, not deafeningly so. And we all felt demolished, every wail and scream and screech rumbling under our skins, in our guts, signaling the coming of the end as the rattle and hum reached torturous levels in the form savage growls and slithering tempos. And despite how abrasive it was, it was still loving, stunningly beautiful in all its horrendous unpleasantness . And then it was over, an hour and 20 that left me in tatters. Gira called for the Spaniards to rise and overthrow their government, waved at us as he proceeded to wear his now trademark cowboy hat, grinned and walked off the stage. He was content. He has managed to make us all unable to function as normal humans ever again. Swans’ ferocity was nothing short of bestial, but all at once it was also from beyond the veil, so hauntingly spiritual, something no one could ever have dreamt of witness, to have been able to reach into us that deeply…. Gira was content. He destroyed us all. What was left? I’m not quite sure. I vaguely recall speaking to drummer Thor Harris as he came to greet some of the fans. I recall grabbing my head in an effort to somehow, foolishly, muster enough energy to steady myself. An entirely pointless endeavor as I simply fell to the ground like a rag doll a second later. And I wasn’t alone. Scattered all around me where the victims of what occurred, eyes all dazed and frighteningly enlightened. We knew we shared something majestic, that would stay with us forever. And so a few of us gathered, trying to ensure that we did in fact, stand witness. An hour passed, I realized that I had missed on Odd Future, that Animal Collective was nearing the end of their set. I paced myself walking up the stairs, I stood watching Animal Collective, but everything was naught. I tracked my friends back to the Llvent stage to watch DJ Shadow, but even that proved insufficient to remedy my brain. Even Kode9’s Space Ape closing set. All three phenomenal musicians, but at that night, all I could hear was Gira’s howls.
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final thoughts If you know me, you know that I place All Tomorrow’s Parties as the crowning festival going experience, so when I make a statement like “San Miguel’s Primavera Sound is equally as astounding a festival”, you can pretty much imagine just how much I truly enjoyed every second of it. Placed in the gorgeous setting of Barcelona, San Miguel’s Primavera Sound operates not merely as a festival, but as an entire city based cultural experience that features several affordable taxis next time!), city wide music events all gathered in one of the most beautiful cities on the planet. From its inaugural launch in the Pablo Espanyol a nigh 10 years ago, the festival has grown into a spiraling endeavor covering parks, subway stations, night clubs, an incredible re-setting of main events in the architecture wonder that is the Parc De Forum (featuring 8 stages), an indoor Auditorium for especially unique and intimate gigs while still maintaining the Pablo Espanyol as grounds for opening and closing nights. The result of this gifted hindsight? The ability to absorb a whooping 40,000 plus daily festival goers (official count states that 140,000 attended the main festival days in total) while maintaining a very friendly atmosphere and bringing thousands of music lovers together gushing over it’s incomparably unique line up. Which is quite perplexing, considering that the festival is as corporately sponsored as could be. A true testament, if anything, to the relentless efforts of its creators and organizers to maintain its integrity and genuine music pull. Where else could you have crossed Suicide performing their 1st LP in full, alongside a reformed Pulp? Uncanny, unimaginable, yet done. Flawlessly at that. Certainly, no festival is without its hiccups. A new e-card system acting as identification care aimed to limiting the queues, festival goers losing money and generally adding to the seamless flowing of “grab-your-beverage-we-need-to-be-front-row-for-Yuck!” worked splendidly in the Pablo, and in theory, but crashed and burned
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during the main days. An inconvenience, certainly, but when you realize that the organizers bounced back the next day with patrolling beverage servers and provided refunds, it’s only marginal at best, and bound to become better implemented in the future. And yes transportation when leaving the grounds was ghastly, but hold out for 15-20 minutes and the metro starts running, so really, why are we complaining? (Aside from the drinks, which were apparently insanely priced, but still cheaper than in Dubai). On the whole, San Miguel Primavera Sound 2011 was one of the best festivals I have ever had the pleasure of attending. The location, line up, crowd, staff, you name it. Everything was damn near perfect. The best aspect of the festival, fantastic music aside, was experiencing it with newly found friends. Before the festival began, a few last.fm users decided that we should make a group to meet up while we are there, to make those who were coming by their lonesome less so. And so the Primavera Sound Crew was born. Every day we kicked out the events at the Michael Collins Pub to meet up for drinks and food, meeting faces that I’ve never seen before, but grew so immensely fond off. Music banter and openness draw us all together, all bonded in such a magnificent way that could only be achieved by music. From Hong Kong to Israel to New Zealand, all of us shared the experience of the festival together. And what a wondrous one it was. Each and every one in the group, alongside my friends made the joy of it all multiplied a 1000 times more. In a summer festival year chock full of cliché headliners, rotating features and underwhelming line ups, Prim Sound shone as bright as could possibly be. So thank you Prim Sound for the music, the memories and the friends. I already have my calendar marked for next year. And the year after, wallet be willing! ¡adios!
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by AYA ATOUI John Cage. You, for years to come, will enlighten my children and my children’s children if any are ever to make an appearance. Yes. If I have to sit in silence all day, just to listen to you, I will because silence will remind me of you. Not that there ever is any silence. This is what Mr. Cage probably meant for you to appreciate or merely understand. I say ‘probably’ because I never want to be definite about the thoughts of a person I don’t know. Cage was a man of the 20th century. He was by far, one of the most influential American composers of that century and was dubbed ‘one of the leading figures of the post-war avantgarde’. Not only was he a composer, but was also a philosopher, poet and music theorist amongst a few other titles. This man’s specialization happens to belong to a very whimsical musical realm so far from us where mountains, valleys, trees and the wind happen to so willingly participate. Sometimes even anything you can ever imagine will so willingly participate in his musical compositions. Cage was well known for making music that included an unfathomable utilization of things and things and things that were not considered to be standard material in the process of music making. He was the father of this wonder. He also was a pioneer of electronic music and birthed the idea of aleatoric music. Yes aleatoric is apparently a word. Aleatoric music is the type of music that Cage spent most of his time composing. Or should I say, not composing? What I mean to say is that most of what John Cage made came from his heart by chance. This is what aleatoric music is, chance music. Chance Music. It rings in my head so well. Any process that an individual submits him/herself to, is ultimately a process that goes hand in hand with chance. There is experimentation in process as opposed to the final result that is a final testament of one’s certainty. With John Cage, it seems to me that most of his work was done in one take, one process, one chance. The man is more about the process and less about the final result and you get a sensibility for that in his pieces. I love when man takes chances, it’s romantic when his life isn’t as calculated. Cage’s music gives me unease and romanticism. Cage’s music puts you in an encapsulated position. At some point it feels like he is never trying to say anything significant, which is fine because his medleys make you feel like you want to exist in them. Which should always be enough in terms of art and trying to relate. Cage does this
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with one of his pieces, his most famous conceptual piece known as ‘ 4’33”‘. Always, no matter where the piece is taking place, the people exist in it. What better way to make sound than to engage your audience? 4 minutes 33 seconds is a piece solely created and dedicated to the idea of reflecting on sounds in the environment you exist in. It’s funny because people consider it to be four minutes and thirty-three seconds of silence, when Mr. Cage seems to claim no such thing. So in 1952, John Cage had the first performance of 4’33”. Tickets were sold and people attended. People expected a musical performance but instead got 4’33” of what was misinterpreted as silence. He sat in front of a piano and performed the threemovement composition. The first movement being 33 seconds, the second being 2 minutes and the third being one minute and forty seconds of nothing. The piece all of a sudden becomes about auto-creation and leaves far behind the idea of silence because the most prominent sounds in the room are the sounds in the room, the sounds that people were making. Again, the people existed in the piece. This was the auto-creation; the piece made itself. All Cage had to do was initiate the idea. Whether it was the sound of bewilderment or surprise towards Cage’s piece or simply the sound of somebody coughing or sneezing, it didn’t matter. Cage states that this was apparently his most important piece and I think it is partially because he comes from a time where composers shied away from music that produced any social connections. Although Cage’s pieces tap into some of these connections, he loves any plain sound. He says that music shouldn’t mean anything, music and apparently laughter. Any sound to him, constitutes to the idea of music. This is what 4’33” meant to him. I think that Cage tries his utmost to prove to people that silence doesn’t exist and it never will. Till this day, there are concerts taking place in theatres around the world in dedication to his piece 4’33”. Orchestras and composers synchronize and perform this auto-created piece and a mass of people pay to go through the experience again and again. Sometimes it’s not about all the visual pretties that can be reproduced but about the reenactment of an experience that gives people the idea that they can exist in something pretty during the encounter. John Cage, although quite theoretical and conceptual, oozes pretties. What is it about this man? He’s about all of it. Start off slow with his musical compositions of the ‘prepared piano’ and go forth little padawan panda bear. I assure you that at least one of his pieces, as simple as it is, will lightly tap you somewhere in your hearty heart. Then go on to 4’33”, if you dare. You will find reenactments of it on YouTube for certain.
I used to hate Thrice, I used to think they were re-washed punk rock, I used to think they sucked. That was until I got my mitts on the Alchemy Index back in 2007, yes that long ago. I know a lot of people like to stay current with all things artsy, but I just began work on my 3rd decade in life and well an old guy has got to live in the past a bit doesn’t he?
digging around in the old subconscious, and what I have discovered is that the Alchemy Index is like musical therapy. The underlying tones are constantly discussing how fear will bring the lively human to the ground: the fear of vulnerability in a relationship, the burn of jealousy, and all those other dirty and nasty emotions.
The thing I liked about this album was a complete change in style, as well as a new concept of releasing four 6-song EPs all modeled after an element in nature. It’s one thing to toss some lyrics over a few guitar chords, put on some eye shadow and call yourself an artist, but that doesn’t fool many of the quint readership, and it certainly doesn’t fool me. What gets me going about music is quite simple. Pure unabated emotions poured through an instrument and set to some form of artistic creativity. The structure of these EPs is not quite a concept album, but rather a complete different style to each element of nature. Fire, Water, Air, and Earth all dictate the style of each EP and all pulled together to join four EPs into one magical mystery tour. Tying these elements together, are a couple of nice twists that are subtly hidden in the lyrical style of the last song of each EP. Par example, the last song is written as a kind of love poem of man and each element dictating that album. To further tie the theme into each EP, you might have guessed that all the song titles have to do with the overlying element; while each song is written in the same chord progression and with the same iambic pentameter poetic rhythm. On earth as it shall be done in art. Lastly, the lyrical methods all deal with an emotion tied to the sensation of each element: burning, drowning, flying, or digging. Who said “heavy music” was just some guys with long hair making a bunch of noise?
“Tell me are you free When the fear falls in you Tell me are you free When the fear falls in you”
Thrice has made huge strides lyrically as well. They always contained some aspects of poetic imagery, but this disc is a far step forward. In fact, in the last five months of my life I can relate to nearly every word, every emotion incited, or every strange sense of association throughout the album. I have to say I am quite proud of doing a significant amount of
You see, when you really think about it, and as is described all throughout the Fire EP, fear is the base of all of the actions of those wounded walking humans. What are we really afraid of? Ourselves of course. Once the fear has taken a good grasp on your life, it’s quite common to isolate yourself from being hurt, or in other words to feel like you’re floating on an open ocean or body of water or drowning under the weight of a sea. “I woke, cold and alone Adrift in an open sea Caught up in regrets And tangled in nets Instead of your arms wrapped around me And I wept, but my tears are anathema here Just more water to fill my lungs” I love how the album transitions from one emotion to another while maintaining a clear poetic directive. We all know it’s nice and safe to be alone in an open sea, however, how do you think you’ll be able to get back to the stability of the earth? It’s simple, to love again, to be fearless, to stand bare and be happy and ready. At some point in our lives, this fear will eventually multiply and be pushed onto our children. Instead of being the wind beneath their wings, we often are the ones that cause the weight of the world to fall upon them. Instead of making happy and healthy children that can fly as close as they want to the sun without getting burned, we’re just warning them of the pitfalls of a mistake.
“But son, please keep a steady wing And know you’re the only one that means anything to me Steer clear of the sun, or you’ll find yourself in the sea.” The world is not that heavy, and there really is no reason to feel all of it on our shoulders. We can’t all be Atlas. To tie it all together, we really can wash clean all of this pain, this burning, this sinking feeling, the fear of falling from on high, by learning that love without fear is the only way to properly treat another human. But yet, again.... “I speak in many tongues to many men; Argue with angels and I always win, But I don’t know the first thing about love..” I saw something very amazing at the quint Magazine Launch. I saw people loving each other. Complete strangers meeting and conversing openly; all brought there by something that is so pure and so loving on this planet: Art. We all can utilize art in whatever form, as a basis to begin to treat each other without fear and without prejudice, and without needing to feel isolated. This is the Middle Eastern melting pot. We’re all here to enjoy our lives, so let us listen a bit clearer to the subtle meaning behind Art. I really feel this album is a good place to start. As Thrice says “Please someone else save myself from me”. Let’s stop digging our own graves and start living: “But all other things shall fade away; While love stands alone and still holds sway All other things shall fade away; Into the ground into the grey.”
MUSIC - PLAYLIST BY ZIAD AOUAD
Tom vek - A chore Tania Saleh - Ayya Shi II Wild Beasts - Loop the Loop Beirut - East Harlem Beastie boys - B For My Name Saneyes-Gainsbourg - Manon Gil Scott-Heron - Home Is Where The Hatred I Beaumont - Midnight
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5th of July
Memory Tapes – Player Piano Fennesz – Seven Stars (E.P.) Biosphere- N-Plants Jim O’Rourke – Unreleased? Com Truise – Galactic Melt
12th of July
Washed Out - Within & without The Cool Kids - When Fish Ride Bicycles MellowHype - BlackenedWhite
19th of July
Fink – A perfect Darkness Portugal, The Man – In The Mountain / In The Cloud Ariel Pink›s Haunted Graffiti – Worn Copy Crystal Antlers – Two Way Mirror
26th of July
Wu-Tang Clan – Legendary Weapons The Horrors - Skying Little Dragon – Ritual Union
july releases Mohamed el amin
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OF HORROR FICTION AND GREAT WRITING
FARES BOU NASSIF
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I SENT MY NOVEL FOR REVIEW BY A PUBLISHING HOUSE YESTERDAY. WENT THROUGH THE EMAIL LIKE FIVE TIMES BEFORE I FINALLY SENT IT. READ THE MANUSCRIPT ALMOST TO COMPLETION ALL OVER AGAIN. MADE CHANGES YET AGAIN. TOOK OUT MY PERSONAL NOTES SO THAT IT DOESN’ T SHOW THAT I’ M STILL TRIPPING OVER IT. GOT CLOSE TO NOT SENDING IT TWICE. BUT THEY’ D ALREADY ASKED ME TO AND I COULDN’ T PUT IT OFF ANY LONGER. Got me thinking. When we’re kids, we all manage to read a
not a book for the young. Will it make it into some
horror story at one point or another, and some of them stick
professor’s reading list? Not unless the focus is
with us. For me, it was Stephen King’s It. Also Misery, and
contemporary Lebanese writers, and even then probably
a few others he’s done.
not. Could whoever picks it up in a bookstore buy it and enjoy it? Maybe, probably if they’re into obscure literary
For others, it could have been anyone from Mary Shelley
fiction about the Middle East and are willing to be taken on
and Bram Stoker to Anne Rice, James Patterson, or Chuck
an unusual journey of crises and criticism, maybe even a
Palahniuk, or even the Goosebumps series!
little bit of self-loathing and outright hatred of tradition and the establishment, or simply Arab narcissism.
One thing all those horror books have in common is that, for almost each and every one of us, there’s always a
Writing about things people don’t want to read about is
single book that we read in our early teens that we simply
what one could define as my specialty. I prefer subjects
can’t get out of our heads – and can’t get ourselves to read
that make you cringe, simply because they inspire change
again. Stephen King did that to me, most notably with It. A
(or should) within the reader. This little novel I sent to that
brilliantly inspiring clown that was meant to terrify but only
publisher is no such admirable debut, nor can it be. But it
intrigued. Still, I couldn’t allow myself to modify my original
will still bring to your mind a troublesome thoughtfulness
perception by reading the book again. I watched the movie
for a few hours, as you try to dismantle Lebanese society
though, a couple of years back, and felt a distance from
in ways I can only imagine.
the novel. All the more reason to avoid bringing the story back to my reality and out of my memory, into something
And if it succeeds to inform you of the world my characters
more tangible and confirmed.
live in, then it would do well.
I don’t care if I remember what King wanted me to know.
It is no horror story and will not leave a mark on you that
I remember what I want to remember and that book, as
will always make you shudder, but there is a horror
I know it, holds a special place in my imagined library (I
declared in it. The image of a clown, an underground
don’t own it, and probably never will; I’d borrowed it from
fighting unit, or a pale skinned long toothed creature of the
a friend).
night will not remind you of my work, but a downtrodden alcoholic sitting on the curb outside a pub in Beirut might
Books like that are the ones I try to write. I don’t write
just do the trick.
horror, but I do want my readers to carry with them a lasting impression once they’ve made it to the last page
I don’t usually get this personal, and never have in quint.
of one of my adventures, even if my average novel length
But this time feels like it’s just about right, because if any
doesn’t get past 200 pages (unlike It).
of you has even sent a work to be published, then you’ve probably felt something akin to how I feel right now:
So it was with much trepidation that I clicked the send button on Google’s mail application. Would that book
A shudder almost like that the little kids doubtless felt when
make it into the colossal libraries of the young? No. It’s
they saw King’s clown for the first time.
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STRANGER
by Trevor Bundus
The meeting of minds on a dark lonely plain Brings light to the darkness, gives forgiveness to pain But the doors of perception may always be shut Whilst the key to another lies hidden deep in your cut Without justification or need to explain The door creeks open so slightly to let one stranger in Where you may hear familiar screams of the past Like the first steps of a baby, into a foreign broadcast When roads pass by, his footsteps have no fear of at all This child short and fragile, has grown powerful and tall
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Smoky haze drifting slowly upwards through cognac Gnarled mahogany fingers walk an upright bass Fat tenor sax caresses a ballad like velvet red wine While cymbals skitter, punctuating drumbeats in six And ivories tinkle along the melody, languorously At last I’m home -- still blue, but warm among my friends Light one more, pour another measure, play another tune For the night is yet young, and my soul needs a top-up.
I am yet an unfinished tapestry Of all the places I have been Things I’ve eaten, smelt and seen Conversations I have shared With the people who have bared Their wit, intellect and hearts Men and women of many parts Even the tunes I touch and see Are the warp and weft of me Of such beauty and no strife Is the gathering fabric of my life Living it fully is no mystery.
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at my center NABIL RASHID
for the longest time, we said nothing. i was swimming endless in her eyes, afraid to come up for words. she asked me what I did. i told her i work in advertising. ‘oh…so you sell lies?’ no. i package insecurities into tiny truths. isn’t that what everyone really does? ‘no’ she sighed, ‘i wear my heart on my sleeve, and it’s bleeding a little for you.’ so i pressed my lips on her wrist, cause i don’t like the sight of blood. but i love the taste of it. and again we fumbled quiet. silence settling truths words couldn’t. my fingers drew tremors. she bit her lips. and together, we drowned.
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Day One I’m told to come at 8:30 even though shift starts at 9. I walk in to a hustle and bustle of organized chaos, everyone knows their place, they glide easily around the space, meanwhile I am frozen, carefully studying each step like my body was just handed down to me. This kitchen seemed as foreign and irrelevant as a car would be to a rodent. I felt drastically far away from my comfort zone and anything that I had ever known - culinary school included. Oversized sinks, strangely shaped ovens, never ending counters, all in gleaming silver and spotless white, the setup was strictly about functionality; aesthetics had clearly taken a back seat. Three floors down, I’m shown to the shabby locker rooms, vastly lacking in light and space - a quick change and here we go. There are moments where I feel tears welling up in my eyes because there was so much happening. I begged time to stop, just so I could take a breath or even blink, I could barely
swallow let alone think of a single thing past each task I was struggling so hard to carry out. Strangely enough, amidst the struggle there were moments where the adrenaline, mixed with the pleasure of working with food and all its glory made me want to jump and scream in sheer bliss. That sparkle of joy quickly disappeared as I felt my eyeballs go on fire, my fingers scorch with the pain of being burnt, my heart beat faster than lightening and overwhelming panic take over as I almost slipped, juggling two main dishes in my tiny little hands. This is the first 6 hours of what I feared would become my career and I was drowning in diluted quicksand. At moments I stand around, wanting to take a mere ten second break, just to catch my breath and look around, but I force myself to demand my next task or find something to busy my hands with. The stress, the unknown, the discomfort, they clogged my ability to remain still, to be at peace. I needed to keep moving. I catch people’s eyes, trying to read their thoughts and gauge my performance through their expressions. It’s difficult. Most understand or remember how it was on their first day, others find it amusing and are perhaps a little sympathetic to my juvenile situation. They aren’t pleasant, but they seemed kind. They will help and keep their eye out for your slipups, but they aren’t shy to criticize and put you in your place. Later on I thought of a Eureka moment I had a few months into culinary school, I mentally recited to myself that once you enter a kitchen, all emotions must disappear. On my first day working the lowest levels of the restaurant
machine, it had never been truer. Without a doubt, there is no place for emotions in a kitchen. Work, get scolded, fix it and work harder. Allez op. Fait mieux, encore mieux, allez y. The pressure was incredible and there was a moment where I truly thought I would collapse. I cried for 20 minutes straight on my walk home and wondered how and if I was going to get through tomorrow, let alone three months or my intended two years. I had to stop and hold on to a wall because my full body cramps took over and I felt sick to my stomach. Twelve uninterrupted hours on your feet, with a two-hour break in between. I was plating in a 1-Michelin Star restaurant on the Champs Elysees, on my very first day as a kitchen slave. It was, without a doubt, the most physically and emotionally taxing day I have ever struggled to get through.
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LET’S ALIGN ON CLICHÈ AVOIDANCE BY JOHN SMEDDLE
him.”FROM OUR LIPS? WHY IS IT THAT CLICHÈS TUMBLE SO READILY
Is a cliché merely a short cut to getting your point across
The Cambridge dictionary defines a cliché as “a comment
on behalf of the cliché deliverer? Or is it the worst kind of
not interesting.”
with the certainty it’ll be understood? Is it sheer laziness
social snobbery, employed when one thinks the recipient
that is very often made and is therefore not original and
is too dull to appreciate anything but verbal gruel?
Well, you know what? I’m tired of bashing clichés. It’s
All of these descriptions certainly give credence as to why
bashes clichés, and then goes on to use them at…um…the
we slip into cliché mode with the consummate ease of (insert first cliché that comes to mind). And often, we
expect to be rewarded for it. “Hmmm!” Thinks the recipient of a particularly pungent business cliché. “This business person must indeed be brilliant! He knows exactly which cliché to use at any given opportunity. I must learn from 148
actually become the ultimate cliché to do so. Everybody
drop of a hat. So I’ve decided to embrace the cliché as a barometer of worldly knowledge and erudition.
I imagine a future conversation along the following lines.
something akin to fear. Could it be the student has
My boss targets a cliché at me, such as: “Are we aligned
changeover to American football, followed by a farming
on this?” I’m not going to process this question as if my
superior was asking me whether we’re in agreement, I’m going to take him at face value. I’ll take his question to mean “I’m a piece of something, probably metal, that
must be perfectly adjoined to you. Because you’re also a piece of metal or something.” So I will respond with an appropriate “yeah, we’re aligned” signifying that my
metalness is, or is about to be, successfully mated to his.
outflanked the master? That marvelously effortless
allegory and a seamless segue into an English language paradox, a sentence then re-energised by the imagery of a large mammal which had somehow contrived to
enter a space through a doorway less than a quarter of its
size and closing with not just a classical allusion to honest labour, but the notion that there is a tree out there that might actually be the right one at which to bark!
Then he’ll say, “Let’s not rock the boat on this one. If they
It’s breathtaking. Spectacular. Magnificent.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be stuck
And to think that all we were doing was arranging a
Ah, I think. He’s trying to confuse me with a whole gamut
So, my dear reader, shall we drill down and unpack this
forestry, ornithology, geology and somewhere called a
some clarity and bring some closure. I can’t do it alone.
can’t see the wood for the trees that’s their albatross. between a rock and a hard place”.
of subject matter covering everything from nautical issues, ‘hard place’. I love this game, so I, in turn, try to bewilder
him by talking about disproportional mathematics, mental teleportation, fighter pilot terminology, medieval
meeting!
conundrum? Let’s see if we can’t grasp this nettle, get
Because as we all know, there’s no ‘I’ in team. (But there is, interestingly, a ‘me’).
ironmongery and baseball, by saying “I Agree 110%. We
Do we continue castigating the provocateurs of the
understood to be mission critical. If we strike while the
vivid imagery when a cliché erupts so splendidly from
should schedule a knowledge transfer and ensure it’s iron’s hot, they’ll see we’ve stepped up to the plate.”
cliché? Or do we applaud them for evoking such richly their mouths?
Worthy adversary that he is, he smiles at this riposte and
Now, this might seem like locking the gate after the horse
“Perfect. It’ll be a win win scenario. Boy we’re going to
bush and acknowledge that the cliché monger has been
counters with:
knock that ball outta the park and if there are any issues, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. But right now, the ball’s in our court.”
has bolted, but I believe we should stop beating about the unfairly targeted as lazy, stereotypical and playing to a
gallery of fools. Bash a cliché and you’re flogging a dead horse, I say.
It is a mighty response, a counter that would make the
Next time you chance upon a statement you’ve not heard
lawyer proud! Because not only has he covered ground
tongue metaphor, roll it around your mouth a little. Enjoy
likes of Muhammed Ali, Boris Spassky and my ex-wife’s that includes a competitive impossibility, another baseball allusion and a declaration of the obvious, he’s closed with a statement of such great ambiguity that he might have
been talking about tennis, squash, badminton or jai-alai! He’s clearly taken this to a new level. Recognising a master, but loving the thrust and parry of
this intellectual showboating, I feel compelled to hurtle into the abyss.
“Well, It’s time to go the whole nine yards here. We’ve
told them about the dangers of putting all their eggs in
one basket, and I think we’re agreeing to disagree that
the elephant in the room here is their opinion that Rome wasn’t built in a day. They’re clearly barking up the wrong tree.”
My boss looks at me with wonder and, if truth be known,
before, but you instantly recognize it as an easy-off-theits sparkling freshness and new intellectual threshold
it promises. Then try it out on a friend. And watch the whole process start again. At the end of the day, you may discover you’ve helped in the birth of a glorious new cliché!
Fellow cliché deliverers unite! Your time has come. We
shall be the barbarian at the gates, clamouring to be to heard, demanding our status be returned as witty, inspiring and driven spokespeople for the inane!
LITERATURE
FARES BOUNASSIF
READING LIST
LET US PLAY A LITTLE GAME, JUST THIS ONCE. IN THE SPIRIT OF THE BOOKS IN QUESTION, WE HAVE DECIDED TO GIVE THIS MONTH’S LIST A DIFFERENCE: FIVE SEVENTY FIVE WORD DESCRIPTIONS OF THE BOOKS AT PLAY. THE NOVELS I HAVE PUT TOGETHER ALL HAVE A SENSE OF NAUGHTINESS, A BOUNDARY CHALLENGING ATTITUDE, AND SOME LEVEL OF VARIETY AND UNIQUENESS IN THEIR FUNDAMENTALS. AND SO, SEVENTY FIVE. THIS INTRODUCTION IS ALSO SEVENTY FIVE WORDS LONG.
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FACTOTUM Charles Bukowski Bukowski is notoriously filthy, perverse, chaotic, and otherwise unusual. The most daring voice of the Beat generation, he was a raging alcoholic and possibly a self-loathing sociophobe. That is the feel you can assume he wanted to deliver with his second novel, Factotum, published in the late seventies. The story revolves around a certain ‘floater’, Henry Chinaski, who drinks, writes, and takes numerous odd jobs that he almost never keeps past month, or two.
CANDIDE Voltaire A classic and light read that takes under a few hours, this story both intermingles the philosophical battles of the time and plays out a series of painfully hilarious events: Candide is possibly the most honest, witty, and simple man in literature, and Voltaire’s tiny story the most vivid disparaging essay on the uselessness of petty, meaningless theory and philosophy. Read this for its historical and intellectual value if for no other reason.
BEATRICE AND VIRGIL Yann Martel Weirder than strange, largely inspiring, and vividly boring at times; I don›t care about taxidermy, but he makes me want to read about it anyway; the way he writes about life and writing makes me want to do more with my own; the discoherent flow that he manages through the jumps in the story that bring it out of the page and into your memory. Read it because it›s exceptional.
ME TALK PRETTY ONE DAY David Sedaris People who write about people they know and funny incidents are interesting to most of us, especially when they do it with flair and finesse. Divided into two parts, “One” and “Deux”, this is a collection of essays with titles like “Genetic Engineering”, “A Shiner Like a Diamond”, “Nutcracker.com”, “See You Again Yesterday”, “Jesus Shaves”, and “I’ll Eat What He’s Wearing”. Modern day Beat writing at its best – not for the faint-hearted or intolerant.
ADVERBS Daniel Handler Love stories tend to feature brightly in older fiction, and not so clearly in today’s work. Handler is the infamous Lemony Snicket writing for a much more perverse and mature audience; postmodern literature with a twist that’s even got the critics confused, with seventeen stories that tend to disconnect from each other and intersect: read it in any order, disregard character names and other strange details, and enjoy the subtle implications behind the chapter titles.
EVENTS After a year of working long and hard on quint magazine, we were incredibly happy and proud to launch in print! And what better way to celebrate our launch than with our favourite people? The lovely thejamjar team provided us with their wonderful venue, and our favourite local musicians Gayathri and Reiner Erlings, Noush like Sploosh, and DJ Lobito, of Freshly Laced, kept everyone happy, grooving, and pretty much in awe, the entire evening. We also had incredible support from NKD Pizza, Kilma Studios, Red Bull, Al Ain Water, Matrix Entertainment, Color Power Printing, MINI, MMI, Foo Dog, the quinterns and our lovely friend Farida! Sorry to get all emotional here, but that night, as we looked around at the hundreds of people who attended, some strangers, some good friends, we realised just how far we’ve come, and how it’s all possible thanks to our readers, contributors, and everyone else who has supported us along the way. Plus it was such a great party that it encouraged us to keep going and aim even higher. the quint team is eternally grateful to all you lovely folk. We hope you enjoyed the party as much as we did!
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MEDIA CITY GETS ITS OWN PLAYGROUND. MINI SHOWROOM OPENING.
MINI recently opened their showroom in Dubai Media City, and it’s much more than just a place to look at their incredibly well-designed little cars. With Hamdan Abri blowing everyone away with his incredible voice, BBoys making us all supremely jealous of their sick dance moves, and goodies from the new Limetree Café inside, the launch expressed the artistic and fun side of the iconic MINI brand! Pass by to check out what they’re up to and pick up a quint magazine while you’re at it!
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Here in Dubai we often miss out on the allure of huge warehouse parties, complete with great tunes, fussball, and pool. But yearn and pine no more, partygoers. The Puma Social Club is finally upon our shores and boy was the launch a wild night! We ran around like kids in a playground, and what a (grownup) playground it was! With a huge chalkboard adorning one wall (where we managed to scrawl a few quint messages), tables of pool and fussball, a dancefloor, and DJ’s far above us dropping insanely good music, it’s pretty much assumed that we had a great time. We can’t wait for the next one!
EVENTS
GREENSPACE NOSTALGIA PARTY by Drina Cabral
Was this an event or what! Jaw dropping in every sense of it; if you missed it, you missed out! From the music to the raw interior, to the little grotto’s of Atari gamers’, comic book shelves, board games and the list goes on; the word “spectacular” doesn’t even come close to justifying it. If you didn’t walk in with a look like you just stepped into wonderland, you were obviously at the wrong party. The intricacy of the party, right up to the nitty gritty details of Pac-Man and ghost chairs made you feel like you were sucked into a space continuum machine and dropped into a scene of Austin Powers. Special live performance? Even that was covered by FUEL FANDANGO. The amazing Spanish duo comprising of Nita and Ale Acosta were absolutely phenomenal and rocked everyone’s skates off with every single track. A little under 600 sweaty people crowded the dance floor, some in roller skates, the funkiest retro outfits, fros and bandanas. The few that suffered from tired dancing feet sat themselves on bean bags scattered throughout the loft either tapping to the rhythms of the Spanish band or battling it out on Space Invaders. And of course it didn’t end there; if you thought you had just about enough fun for one night, DJ Megaton Betamax picked up right where Fuel Fandango left off. My feet particularly cried themselves to sleep at the end of the night. But oh, was it worth it. With a start like this, I don’t think you’d want to miss the next Greenspace party! A job well done, indeed.
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Event Listings Music
Art
Every Thursday 10pm onwards Freshly Laced Great music spanning real funk, hip hop, afrobeat, bass music, disco, boogie, soul, and psychedelic world music, with the coolest visuals, non-pretentious DJs and generally large amounts of fun. Oh and insane drink deals + free entry. Casa Latina, Ibis Hotel, Al Barsha freshlylaced.ae
Until July 15 Traces In his second solo exhibition at Green Art Gallery Dubai, Syrian photographer Jaber Al Azmeh is presenting a series of new photographic duets, exploring the dual and complex relationship between human beings and time. Green Art Gallery Al Quoz 1, Street 8, Al Serkal Avenue, Unit 28, Dubai, UAE + 971 4 346 9305 gagallery.wordpress.com
July 22 10pm onwards iLL Communications Presents :: Mark E (Merc / Running Back) in the Electric Studio Warm up from Hasan Alwan (Boogie Box), and Muzik featuring Dany Neville & Rone Jaxx (Radio 1) in the main room. Tickets AED 100 before midnight, AED 130 after midnight, ladies and FACE Card free till 11pm. Trilogy, Madinat Jumeirah, Dubai, UAE
July 29 10pm onwards CLOSING PARTY iLL Communications Presents :: Art Department in the Electric Studio Warm up from Rich, and Muzik featuring Dany Neville & Rone Jaxx (Radio 1) in the main room. Tickets AED 100 before midnight, AED 130 after midnight, ladies and FACE Card free till 11pm. Trilogy, Madinat Jumeirah, Dubai, UAE
July 29 10pm onwards Loaded Just good music from DJ Andy Buchan. Great drink deals + free entry. Casa Latina, Ibis Hotel, Al Barsha, Dubai, UAE
Until 20 July Constructakons: Sami Al-Turki Seeking to capture Dubai and its journey for growth through a split channel video and a series of large-scale photographs, Al-Turki’s detailed subjects allude to a much larger personification of the city and its expanding nature. He describes such machines as “the soldiers that built this city” yet in his work these hulking machines stand frozen, as though they have been stopped in their tracks, immobile. Driven by a fascination of contemporary urbanity, his impressions of his birth country, Saudi Arabia, and his adopted home, Dubai, are the main forces behind his concepts and visions. Gallery 2- The Pavilion Downtown Dubai (in collaboration with ATHR Gallery) Emaar Boulevard, Dubai, UAE +9714 447 7025 pavilion.ae Until July 28 Snail Fever: Abbas Akhavan, Fatima Al Qadiri and Khalid al Gharaballi, Ala Ebtekar, Haris Epaminonda, Christodoulos Panayiotou, Rayyane Tabet, Slavs and Tatars, and Newsha Tavakolian The summer show at The Third Line brings together a specially curated exhibition by Sara Mameni touching on the music, sounds and revolutions of the past. The focus is on this region broadly known as the Middle East and is explored by artists through photography, video, installation and painting. Snail Fever is about music, specifically the kind that goes viral. The artists have thought about music epidemically, as absences and disembodiments; confronting the viewer with the fictionality of icons, memory and verse. Third Line Gallery Al Quoz 3, Dubai, UAE +971 4 341 1367 thethirdline.com Until August 31 Monitor (Issue 0): Rami Farook In response to an exploratory journey through social history, Rami Farook (UAE, 1981) began to question his existence and role in such a transmuting environment through visual documentation. Rami, whose intentions were to observe, report and educate on some sensitive topics in recent world events, presents to the audience not only his work for display but also an introductory portrayal of his gestural attitude. Traffic, Gallery II & III 179 Umm Suqeim Rd, Dubai, UAE +9714 347 0209 viatraffic.org Until August 31 The Graduates, 2011: Sarah Abu Abdallah, Hala Ali, Sofia Byttebier, and Nada Dada Traffic is pleased to present ‘The Graduates,’ an exhibition of new works by recent graduates of the Fine Arts program at University of Sharjah. Curated by Isak Berbic, this group show features four individuals with distinct voices, Sarah Abu Abdallah, Hala Ali, Sofia Byttebier and Nada Dada. The artists use photography, painting, video and installation to examine issues of contemporary society. Traffic, Gallery I 179 Umm Suqeim Rd, Dubai, UAE +9714 347 0209 viatraffic.org Until September 15 Division by Zero Exhibition featuring the works of Anahita Razmi, Mathias Garnitschnig, Aamir Habib and Florian Hafele. Carbon 12 Al Quoz 1, street 8, Al Serkal Avenue, Warehouse D37, Carbon 12, Dubai, UAE +971 50 464 43 92 carbon12dubai.com July 29 to October 1 Be….longing: Fouad Elkoury Be…longing presents photographs from Elkoury’s forty year career, many of which have not been exhibited until now. From Beirut to Paris, from Cairo to Istanbul, and other places where he has left part of himself behind, his images form a pictorial autobiography that extends across different cultures. The images portray Elkoury’s wanderlust and his in-depth studies on societies. It is a retrospective that delves into his archive, shedding light on his renowned works by displaying them in the context of never-before-exhibited images. Beirut Art Centre Lebanon
Live for the moment! Cherish the moment! Now or never!
somewhat like a tree, with all the branches representing moments that more or less happen in parallel in your life like family, friends, work, hobbies or whatever you spend your time on.
These statements appear all too often in our modern life and seem to convey a positive message. But what does it really mean to live the moment? How do you live the moment? How many moments are there and how do they all fit together? How do they influence each other? Do they? Why did I think about this in the first place?
So what would your tree of dominos look like? Is it a gigantic breathtaking tree with branches over branches creating a wonderful structure with thousands of paths? Just imagine the impressive sound of so many dominos tipping over one after the other…Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! You are truly lucky.
The other day I looked up the English translation for the German expression Vergänglichkeit des Lebens, which has more or less the meaning that one’s worldly life inevitably ends and vanishes. I know that sounds awful and I don’t want to ruin your afternoon with such a depressive tone but it will get better now, I promise. One of the suggestions was momentariness of life and I thought about it. That didn’t sound depressive to me - I liked it. The idea that I associated with it was that our life, rather than being one short-lived moment, consists of a series of moments.
Unfortunately I feel that too often I live through moments that have no moments that follow them…or sticking to the allegory, no dominos following the present one, a deadend. Sometimes this is pretty good if not to say very lucky but in general mostly a waste of time and unsatisfactory in the long run.
Two moments are rather certain: birth and demise, but all the other moments in between – the truly interesting part - are what I want to focus on. How do these moments spread out from birth and culminate towards the end? There will be moments that effect other moments, sometimes just slightly and sometimes drastically so that the whole picture changes. And then there are moments that don’t have any significance at all. Think of it as a row of dominos, you tip the first one and they will spread out into many branches some will go into deadends but eventually one will tip over the very last domino - each domino as one of your moments in life. It will probably look
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These dead-end moments mostly turn out to be watching trivial movies or series, especially re-runs like Friends episodes for the 10th time, eating the same junk food over and over again, buying useless stuff, going out to unspectacular parties or killing time at work. I’m also sure that this classification of activities will differ slightly between men and women. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t want to miss any of those activities, it is the same as with all those small branches in trees that lead nowhere but nevertheless contribute to the general appearance. It is more a question of proportion. Imagine an extreme case where someone is just living moments by means of consumption. Hardly any branch would reach very far, once in a while perhaps if consumption in one moment is reinforcing the consumption in a subsequent moment, like going crazy over a certain brand. Either way the tree would probably look very
sad like a needle-less tree that has been forgotten after Christmas. Not exactly the kind of picture that we desire to represent our life. Which ones are really the moments that we should live and cherish? The moments that are meaningful are those that will not be an isolated event but part of a series of moments. Whenever we put our creative energy to work it will create such moments. Whether it is starting a family, building true lasting friendships, running a venture, pursuing a project of passion, creating a message by means of designing, writing, painting, music or acting - generally speaking through art - this will surely cause a whole fireworks display of exciting moments in your life. Can you see all those branches spreading out right in front of your eyes? There might even be offshoots of moments branching out of your own sphere, that is when you create an impact on others. These offshoots might last long after your last domino was tipped over. Experiencing such offshoots are the true essence of living the moment. Whatever the picture is up until this point of your life you are fully aware of all those branches and dead-ends. Dominos don’t have a memory, don’t care where they stand, have no clue what the big picture looks like and they don’t even know that they are dominos - but you do. With every moment you experience the picture grows bigger and every time it goes Clack! you know a little bit more about life. The beauty is that all those moments that are still out there and yet to come, are up to you.
Plant a tree!