Though Tim Burton's creations usually find their annual heydays during the Halloween season, this year, the filmmaker's dark, macabre aesthetic will be sticking around for another few weeks. This year's Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade will feature B.Boy, a Burton-designed balloon, mixing it up with Snoopy, Kermit the Frog, and the Keith Haring guy that started showing up a few years ago.
Photographer Eddie McShane has captured the faces of those advocating for the 99% in a new portrait series of NYC's Occupy Wall Street participants.
I was first introduced to the MFK game by a friend at a summer job in college, at one of those we-just-got-off-at-2:00-am-and-we're-all-totally-alert-and-can't-fall-asleep-until-the-sun-comes-up sorta hang outs. We were sitting outside on the roof his six-story building, and he submitted, "Chris, MFK game. Veronica from the Archie comics, Josie, of and the Pussycats, or Velma from Scooby Doo."
I had to admit, I didn't quite understand what was being suggested at first, but I learned quickly, and got to know my co-workers pretty well by the end of the night.
The game works like this. "Every quiz features three people united by a common
In the early days of pop music, you used to only have to do one thing: make a hit. Then, the full-length album came along, and musicians had to write at least ten tunes, with hopefully one or two single-worthy tracks. Then, the music video was introduced, and the game changed again. And now, the video has moved away from the television and onto the internet, so teenagers no longer have to stay up until 2:00a with their finger on the VCR record button, waiting for that one video to show. (Come on, Matt Pinfield! Play it!)
In the days of internet video, bands not only have to make a song that accompanies the tune, or perhaps be entered into the festival circuits (your Mark Romanek, Michel Gondry, etc), but be consumable by the masses. Heck, most teenagers I know just use YouTube as their personal radio stations.
This afternoon, I've been totally taken by The Burning House, a public collection of user-submitted photos that answers the question, "If your house was burning, what would you take with you? It's a conflict between what's practical, valuable and sentimental. What you would take reflects your interests, background and priorities. Think of it as an interview condensed into one question."
They're mostly creative folk, so the photos are quite nice, though there's the drawback
I went to the dentist last week (no cavities! hooray!) and whilst waiting being getting cleaned by my threateningly good-looking hygentist (it's sorta weird...not gonna lie) and having the dentist come through for the final check, I pawed through the slightly outdated magazines in the rack on the cubby. I smiled when I saw the above image from the late April issue of the New York Times Magazine...sunglasses from classic movies!
Literary journal McSweeney's imagines a level of post-trend, neo-hipsterism, they likes of which can't even be imagined by the current tank top wearing generation. "
It's a match for the ages. Accessibility to powerful digital creative tools, exposure to amazing design inspiration, and a generation raised on pop culture have produced the inevitable - thoughtful, and better designed posters for beloved contemporary films thataren't intended to sell tickets, but honor the film and be beautiful as original works of art.
Filmmaking, as an artform, is a powerful medium. It combines visual compostion, photograpy and exposure, dialog, acting, music, symbolism...kinda everything art is about. It can portray mindbending subject matter, like snakes on planes, hot tubs that are actually time machines, and what happens when cowboys meet aliens.
Found Item Clothing, those culture historians that showed us how to age new t-shirts into worn and loved favorites, now present "Nine Famous Sweaters," a curious new collection, "spotlighting famous sweaters and cardigans from film, television, and music. Featured below are 9 memorable examples of the form, as illustrated by our crack squad of graphic artists (and conceived by yours truly with a nod to the NYT).
A few years ago, I made a deal with myself to read every Pulitzer Prize winning novel since the first awarding in 1918 (at least the best I can). I've kept up with the new ones since my promise (beginning in the Kavalier and Clay year, so that musta been 2001), and have grabbed lots of stuff from previous years from the used book store (Humboldt's Gift? Awesome) and I haven't been disappointed yet, 'cept for Olive Kitteredge two years ago. Just couldn't finish it...