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The Omega Man (1971). Spanish-language poster.
True Romance (1993)
Macrocosm/Microcosm
Artist St. Tesla (great name, btw) applied tilt shift to pictures of nebulae and galaxies and it makes me feel like I could hold space in the palm of my hand like a tiny toy.
More here. Via Sploid.
Fan fiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don’t do it for money. That’s not what it’s about. The writer’s write it and put it up online just for satisfaction. They’re fans, but they’re not silent, couch-bound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.
Lev Grossman (author of The Magicians) on fan fiction, what I believe to be one of the purest and most celebrated forms of amateurism in popular culture, in his 2011 article for TIME, “The Boy Who Lived Forever.” (via amatorhour)
Any human being can be made to look like a self-reliant unique if you adjust the lighting properly and drop a gray canvas behind the figure; but let history enter, and sufficient sunlight, and all of a sudden will appear the horizonless, thousand-knotted net of human interdependence.
Lewis Hyde on how no one creates things out of the aether and how “scenes,” groups of people creating independently together, are necessary in his amazing text on the cultural commons, Common As Air: Revolution, Art, and Ownership. (via amatorhour)
“Professionalism is environmental. Amateurism is anti-environmental. Professionalism merges the individual into patters of total environment. Amateurism seeks the development of the total awareness of the individual and the critical awareness of the ground rules of society. The amateur can afford to lose. The professional tends to classify and to specialize, to accept uncritically the groundrules of the environment. The ground rules provided by the mass response of his colleagues serve as a pervasive environment of which he is contentedly unaware. The ‘expert’ is the man who stays put.”
– Marshall McLuhan on the freedom of being an amateur in his seminal work/collaboration with designer Quentin Fiore, The Medium Is The Massage.
Fraudulence always seems to lie at the heart of amateur pursuits. Maybe you don’t have the right credentials, or background, or something else—other people’s presumptions—keeps you from doing what you want, so you just pretend. It’s a kind of prison break. The culture around you won’t let you out of where you are or into where you want to go. So, you pretend to be someone else, and make your move.
Jack Hitt, Bunch of Amateurs: A Search for the American Character (via amatorhour)
Actually, anyone can do anything – Ronald Reagan can be a post-modernist sculptor if he wants, Madonna can be a film director, Brian Eno can write a historical novel. Now, having agreed on that, let’s just let everyone do their thing and ignore the ones that don’t interest us.
Brian Eno, on David Bowie renting an art gallery/producing exhibitions (and how anyone should be able to try their at anything without judgement), in his 1985 collection of essays/diary A Year With Swollen Appendices. (via amatorhour)
“That’s all any of us are: amateurs. We don’t live long enough to be anything else.”
- Charlie Chaplin, as Calvero, in the 1952 film Limelight.
First Jon Lovitz and now Kyle Mooney!
The Truth is out there
But fate (for such is the name that we give the infinite and unceasing operation of thousands of intertwined causes) would not have it.
from Jorge Luis Borges' "The Improbable Imposter Tom Castro"
But seriously. Where the ladies at?
So much love.
*stares at cd stack*
"one day…one day wtm2 will join you..
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….. one day”