Friday, April 23, 2010

Now Playing: Lazy In The Name Of Love

Do you guys like to radio on Itunes while working? I lately found this French lounge, jazz and instrumental channel which isn't bad. Have been listening to it everyday:

They have been selling this jazzy U2 cover album really hard these days. No bad:

Thursday, April 22, 2010

"Slut, meet hung." "Hung, meet slut."

[photo copied from Gizmodo] Does anybody read Susan Sontag here? I'm deeply influenced by Sontag and therefore immediately think of her short comment on, Women, the photo book of Annie Leibovitz in terms of how women are subject to sexualization however they look. How is that possibly this blogger contributor whatever, Brian Barrett, think this is "stunning"? (Click on source of photo for original post) I mean, "stunning"?! If cables automatically mean "connected" instead of "restricted" to him, I firmly believe it is only because of this mannequin's highly sexualized posture as well as its perfectly proportioned female body (of course, according to society's standard).

Don't you think this what-so-called "self portrait of the female artist" (Kasey McMahon's) is a narcissistic self-promotion of a desperate woman who happens to make art and aims to seduce her audience so badly with the idea that cables, as a symbol of connection, also imply sex with her? You think if this's still a self-portrayal but in a shape of a 300-lb lady standing up, Mr. Barrett will call it "connect"? Maybe not. Maybe he will call it "restrain" instead. What do we call a horny art consumer and a slutty artist? There is a saying in Chinese called "姣婆遇著脂粉客" which means something like the slut meets the hung.

But the real question is, why would cables imply sex? It's like saying why would chicken wings, clouds and bugs imply sex. It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever until you sexualize all daily objects. The relationship between the signifier and signified is completely subject to society's consumption of the female body.

What's ironic is I actually think this would have made a good piece of art if there is no mentioning of "self sculpture", i.e., self-identification. I mean, women, come on, grow up. If you really are what you think you are, you don't have to say it out loud. Others can see it.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Wow, wow, free screening of Duras's India Song at LACMA

Free screening of Duras's India Song at LACMA for a perfect Saturday evening date. Can you believe it? Quick quick. Selling like hot cakes...