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The Glittering World

Molly Surno is a multi-disciplinary artist, her work ranging from immersive and itinerant public film screenings (Cinema 16), to an upcoming documentary about the Miss Trans World Indian pageant. “The Glittering World” is a series of Polaroid photographs taken with the transgender Native American community while working on this film.

Her work reveals a new reality not only outside of societal norms, but also outside of stereotypical perspectives on subcultures altogether. When we think drag queens, we think pink, heeled, altogether with Western feminine ideals. When we think desert, we do not think disco ball. “The Glittering World” reminds us of the profound diversity of America, and how we yield new traditions through our historical fantasies and present desires. Surno’s use of expired Polaroid film even feels radical, and outside of the usual analog mourning—“nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.”

“The Glittering World” is on view, along with more of Surno’s work, at Gasser / Grunert, closing this week, Friday, July 13.

Images courtesy the artist and Klemens Gasser & Tanja Grunert, Inc.

this is so many of my favourite things in one art project. if only i were in nyc this week… go see this if you are!

(via misschickadee, loveyourchaos)
i literally just gasped.
i took these.
no, for real. these are polaroids i took back in 2005. i took the first one, in the top right corner, when i bought that mirror from a thrift store for 20 bucks and brought it home. it was taken with sx-70 film. the others were all taken with 600 film and i find them a lot less pretty/dreamy. leah, you’ll be pleased to know these were taken in peterborough! unfortunately the original ones were stolen when i submitted them to an art show in champlain college, so i only have digital copies of them.
that’s what makes it all the more shocking to see them again, years later, on my tumblr dashboard.
also, i’m totally (pleasantly) shocked they are properly sourced back to a livejournal post i made in 2006. woah.

(via misschickadee, loveyourchaos)

i literally just gasped.

i took these.

no, for real. these are polaroids i took back in 2005. i took the first one, in the top right corner, when i bought that mirror from a thrift store for 20 bucks and brought it home. it was taken with sx-70 film. the others were all taken with 600 film and i find them a lot less pretty/dreamy. leah, you’ll be pleased to know these were taken in peterborough! unfortunately the original ones were stolen when i submitted them to an art show in champlain college, so i only have digital copies of them.

that’s what makes it all the more shocking to see them again, years later, on my tumblr dashboard.

also, i’m totally (pleasantly) shocked they are properly sourced back to a livejournal post i made in 2006. woah.

aliceemily:

‘Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.’- Andy Warhol

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aliceemily:

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.’- Andy Warhol

<3

mike brodie

"Maybe I’ve just become obsessed with dirty cloth & dull rags, objects that have been touched by a million different hands then set back down—right there—just for me. Things that are made by chance or found on the side of a road, rather than bought or sold. What’s a story anyways? Why do people tell them?

My first memory was when I was a year old. Imagine that. Lyin’ by a river bed, Arizona is hot in the summer, and even worse when you have an earache. One-year-old with no pants on, screaming and crying like it would help or something, my face bright RED. The blanket I was lying on, made of prickly pear green wool. If that cloth was still around, it would tell you a story. But its long gone, underground somewhere, tired.

I’ve been shittin’ and pissin’ for 20 years since that day. Most of the time I miss, but I “make photos” now, valued by some. Who are these people? One of my favorites is still that one my mom took, my dad cuttin’ into a turkey like a man—in prison since, my grandma laughin’ drunk in the foreground—dead now. I still have that one. As for why, who knows? This is where I am and what I’m doing. Everyone I’ve ever met is responsible for it, and those eyes of theirs—never blank—always tryin’ to focus right there on the pupil. It’s always difficult to get a good look at both of ‘em. Go ahead and try. You’ll just end up starin’ right at the bridge of the nose.

The photos. I want people to see ‘em just as you’d want to tell someone a good story. Nobody enjoys boredom. And when I’m good and dead, maybe my lungs’ll still be around, with some words beneath. Everything comes as a surprise—thank GOD.

preceinia// pensacola, florida (via artnet)
if i had the means to buy any of my favourite living artists&#8217; original work, it would most likely be one of mike brodie&#8217;s sx-70 polaroids. they have changed so much about how i see the world, from the time i was a naive teenager and for years to come, i imagine.

preceinia// pensacola, florida (via artnet)

if i had the means to buy any of my favourite living artists’ original work, it would most likely be one of mike brodie’s sx-70 polaroids. they have changed so much about how i see the world, from the time i was a naive teenager and for years to come, i imagine.