à l'allure garçonnière

Oct 01

[video]

Sep 30

julianahuxtable:

indigenousdialogues:
Iranian artist, Leila Pazooki
Moment of Glory Neon light installation Dimensions variable 2010 Courtesy Leila Heller Galler

Holy fuck. I’m reticent to tag this “racism” because I feel like it’s more accurate to look at how this is the perfect challenge to white supremacy and Eurocentrism (when it goes unchallenged/unnamed).

julianahuxtable:

indigenousdialogues:

Iranian artist, Leila Pazooki

Moment of Glory
Neon light installation
Dimensions variable
2010
Courtesy Leila Heller Galler

Holy fuck. I’m reticent to tag this “racism” because I feel like it’s more accurate to look at how this is the perfect challenge to white supremacy and Eurocentrism (when it goes unchallenged/unnamed).

(Source: indigenousdialogues, via hemelbeestje)

Sep 29

[video]

Sep 28

majimanidoo:

ogimaamikana:

Formerly Indian Rd. and Bloor St. West

The Ogimaa Mikana Project is an effort to restore Anishinaabemowin place-names to the streets, avenues, roads, paths, and trails of Gichi Kiiwenging (Toronto) - transforming a landscape that often obscures or makes invisible the presence of Indigenous peoples. 

majimanidoo:

ogimaamikana:

Formerly Indian Rd. and Bloor St. West

The Ogimaa Mikana Project is an effort to restore Anishinaabemowin place-names to the streets, avenues, roads, paths, and trails of Gichi Kiiwenging (Toronto) - transforming a landscape that often obscures or makes invisible the presence of Indigenous peoples. 

Sep 27

[video]

Sep 26

inthemoodtodissolveinthesky:

Louise Bourgeois, To Unravel a Torment You Must Begin Somewhere, no. 8 of 9, from the series What is the Shape of this Problem?, 1999

inthemoodtodissolveinthesky:

Louise Bourgeois, To Unravel a Torment You Must Begin Somewhere, no. 8 of 9, from the series What is the Shape of this Problem?, 1999

(via vulturechow)

“I define myself as an ex-smoker, but I am just as quick to have a drag of your cigarette—see it as a metaphor for the same symptom, labelling myself as whatever is honourable, but still sucking the tit of convenience.” — Owen Pallett, The Black Notes of Owen Pallett. (via hazlittmag)

(via hazlittmag)

foxesinbreeches:

Filmfinish by Paolo Gioli, 1986-1989

foxesinbreeches:

Filmfinish by Paolo Gioli, 1986-1989

(via experimentalcinema)

Sep 25

[video]

Sep 24

Polaris Prize 2014 Postmortem: Praying For Disintegration

hazlittmag:

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The singer-songwriter Geoff Berner described Animism as “the sound of a people defying genocide,” and if Tanya Tagaq foregrounded that history—a video screen named the 1,182 aboriginal women gone missing or murdered since 1980, several dozen Jane Does in agonizing consonance—she refused to become a prisoner of it. You could tell the A&R types there didn’t really know who Tagaq was, were maybe expecting classicist folk art or something. What they got was both the evening’s most avant-garde performance (meaning sounds not yet heard) and the most metal one (meaning head-banging). 

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Damn, I love it when Chris Randle writes about music, period. but I love it even more when he writes about music I love. 

I’ve been fangirling all over Twitter since late Monday night about how fucking important Tanya Tagaq is, and how important it is that this album, which is dedicated to Loretta Saunders, is. In the wake of her Polaris Prize win, I’m loving encountering music writers fumbling and failing in their attempts define the undefinable. How can you blame them, though? It is challenging to describe the sound of an album that is best experienced, but I’d argue Randle (and Berner) come close. 

Awkward, too, to witness journalists struggling over which quotes to lift from her acceptance speech [(the same way how music reviewers/industry peeps floundered when Godspeed You! Black Emperor accepted to award with a seething critique of capitalism and Kanada?) also notice how when writers/media list off former winners they love to say Feist and Arcade Fire instead of Fucked up and Godspeed?]. People thinking “throat singer” adequately describes what she does, or what her album sounds like. 

I needed a reminder that some of the best music is designed to confront, unsettle, disorient. Up late Monday night in my bed, alone, enthralled by an livestream of her performance, tears streamed down my face. Up late Tuesday night, hearing her on national radio, naming Loretta. Naming colonialism. 

Fuck yes to the people championing her work. So happy to see people putting it in perspective.

There are moments of hope.