fruitophobia: why i can’t stand fruit


a fruit and a woman’s hand… when i was a child, i’d be taken along on “friend and family” visits with my mother. this was sort of special as i felt i was being paraded around as the “good son”, granted there were no other male sybling. it was a bore to be sure… sitting around a bunch of women all much, much, older than i was, but the one part that i can clearly recall to this day, was that in each adventure, we would inevitably end up at some standard living room, with a fruit bowl proped on some low table at the center, and a sofa, and some chairs standing guard around it. my mother would settle into a low propped chair and go on talking to the host about all sorts of weather and i would often begin staring at the carpet and phasing out the sounds around me. time would drip away and id be lost in a gaze… usually around this point in the sequence of worldly events, the host would lean over the table and grab a few varieties of fruit, not missing a word from the ongoing conversation. the selection usually consisted of a pear, an orange, a banana, and on occasions a pomegranate. she would then proceed with pealing them one by one, cutting them into bite size pieces while the juice from the fruits would slide down her long red finger nails in slow motion, curving in and around her silver and emerald rings, and onto the plate joining the other fruits… and their juices. i would stare at this phenomenal across the table, through the sun-rays and dust particles from the long curtains. being a fussy child i would dread the inevitable, the moment where Id be offered a piece of that  magic brew… and that moment would come. out of politeness i’d be forced to oblige and pick up a pear, soaked in orange juice and pomegranate and rubbed against a banana, all at that familiar body temperature of the hosts hand, and laced with where ever her long hands had been. needless to say this effected me just a little bit… and forever deprived me of enjoying any type of fruit.

to this day if i’d ever eat an apple (it has been years since) i’d want it to be near freezing temperatures! by uh

charlotte perriand – photo to design

i’m sure this exhibition is allover paris and french medias but here in new york, not so much. that is a very cool one, not another perriand/corbu show with the same book that is not bringing anything fresh to the talble. here, curators at “le petit palais “ put next to each other the photographic work of miss perriand and pieces that result from it. really interesting! is it a bit naive if i say that i prefer some of her photos over some of her furniture…


“from the fish bones that prompted her ‘banquette tokyo’ to the reclining figure that inspired her ‘chaise longue basculante’, the photographs lay bare her creative process. perriand began using photography for preliminary studies from the moment she joined the le corbusier/pierre jeanneret studio as furniture design associate in 1928, looking at the ‘laws of nature’ in urban and mountain contexts, and many of the 380 photographs show objects discovered on her many walks.”
via wallpaper

by pp.

 


rob & nick carter – postcards from vegas

i think the following images belong to the category of the ” it’s so bad that it’s nice” or something like that. funny how men couple can achieve this level of suspicious taste, from gilbert & george to pierre & giles. anyway, this exhibition was shown in london at the “fine art society”, posh place indeed, where the contrast between the walls and what they hold might have been even weirder than the piece themselves… there is no absolute good taste, right?

“to create, this new body of work entitled ‘postcards from vegas’ the artists used one of only two remaining cibachrome machines in the world to enlarge the postcards, which are drawn from a collection the carter’s each collected as children in the 1960s and 1970s, to up to 150 times the original size. in addition, the couple have added replicated and reduced-to-scale vintage neon signs spotted on trips to las vegas.

by pp.


Lina Scheynius: beautiful photographs

saw lina scheynius’ book today and it reminded me of how much i liked it the first time i saw it. her work, unlike jurgen or terry is soft, and kind. there is a feminine touch and void of the “jerky boy gets a hold of point and shoot” attitude so inherent in so many of the others. she still shoots with a 35mm camera and at 28 isn’t about to let that go. its a hard sell in this world of instant gratification with digital but there is something to gain at the end… if you can see that. by dd

super cars collecting dust: in the most unlikley of places

the ex shah of iran had a knack for exclusive sports cars (as one can imagine) and had a collection of rarities that were left behind when he fled the revolution. finally someone has managed to photograph the stable of cars collecting dust under the islamic republic. surely one day they will be only specimens with such limited miles on the odometers. above are a few pictures from the spanish mag that managed to capture it all. by xy