“Consumer Reports” is a recurring feature that profiles an artist’s consumption of any and all media throughout one work week.
Body by Body is a collaboration between Melissa Sachs and Cameron Soren. In 2014 they had solo exhibitions at Interstate Projects (Brooklyn), Chateau Shatto (Los Angeles) and Levy Delval (Brussels). They live in Brooklyn.
For Body By Body’s Consumer Reports, we alternate between Cameron and Melissa’s accounting of their (sometimes overlapping) day-by-day media intake, learning about everything from controversial contemporary karaoke choices to the French writer Joris-Karl Huysmans. Additionally, Body By Body checks in on “the state of ramen” (via the Internet) and consumes quite a bit of “medical gore” programming. Much, much more below. –John Chiaverina
Monday, January 12th
Alarm on my phone goes off. I grab it and begin to cycle through my social media apps while my eyelids are still heavy. Often I drift back to sleep and people or images I was just looking at play a part in a five-minute dream. I come across this funny Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen photo on Insta. No related dream tho.
The rain outside causes me to sleep in. I turn on NPR while I make coffee and Cameron continues to sleep. A clip from George Clooney’s Golden Globe acceptance speech plays, he ends with “Je suis Charlie.”
My brother calls to tell me my car was towed…
Have REM’s “Losing My Religion” stuck in my head—a pleasant reminder of karaoke from this past weekend.
Quickly look at Facebook. The following trashy headlines stick out (but I never read the articles): “Squirting is Just Peeing,” “20 Reasons the Art World Hates Stefan Simchowitz,” and “Only Allison Williams Could Make Getting Her Ass Eaten Out Boring.” NPR is still playing in the background. My feed is also filled with a stringent back and forth regarding Charlie Hebdo (Je Suis Charlie or Je Ne Suis Pas Charlie). What about Boko Haram?
Marisa Takal emails us an invite to her solo show in LA with her press release. I’m feelin’ it. There’s no shortage of artist-written press releases these days, but many of them have taken a turn for the worse, using “poetry” as an excuse for not really having anything to say. Marisa’s narrative is a refreshing antithesis to that <3.
Researching vacuum cleaners on Amazon. I was considering a Dyson, but these comments are not so promising: “Heavy and not very sucky.” “I hate it. I have 4 kids and 4 dogs.” “Tiny and virtually useless for typical needs.”
Chatting with my friend Nicholas in L.A. about gentrification. He sends me a link to a five-episode podcast, which focuses on gentrification in Highland Park, five minutes away from where I grew up. Both Cameron and I often talk about how conflicted we feel about living in an actively gentrifying neighborhood (oh woe is me).
My brother comes over for dinner and while we are cleaning up he asks me if I have heard of the “double dick guy”. I hadn’t, but explored the thread on Reddit and now I do. I don’t look at Reddit anymore but maybe I should rethink that. #DiphallicDude.
Cam and I watch A Young Doctor’s Notebook with John Hamm and Daniel Radcliffe. Definitely feeling this bizarre medical comedy. Reminds me of the movie Ravenous for some reason. Maybe it’s the low-quality gore or that the characters are held captive in one place due to bad weather, contributing to their insanity.
Next we put on the first part of Nymphomaniac (Director’s cut). Cameron remarks, “well Lars really knows how to make a movie.”
In bed, I look at my phone. I check my email (nothing) and Instagram. Lately, I’ve been more into checking the suggested feed than my actual follows. Today I see a lot of young art girls (and boys) taking sexy selfies in various states of undress. I remember that I have to do this log. I skim other people who did this same article. I hope it doesn’t influence my approach too much, but it’s too late.
–Charlie Hebdo/Islamophobia and antisemitism
-Traffic dangers in NY
I work remotely from home for a company based in California. It’s almost 8 a.m. where they’re located so people won’t start getting in for another hour (Noon my time). The guy who helps me out is on vacation in Florida for 10 days so I’ll probably have more work to do than usual but this is also why I don’t mind sleeping in. Melissa makes coffee. I open my shitty “work” laptop (Dell) that they provided me.
Chrome is open and these are the tabs from night before:
Wikipedia page for the 2009 Catherine Breill movie. I don’t think I could sit through this movie, but I checked out the wiki because I was reading about Gilles de Rais, who was part of the inspiration for the original Bluebeard. Gilles de Rais was a serial killer in the 1400s who killed lots of children.
The reason I was reading about Gilles de Rais was because I was reading Huysmans. Houellebecqs recent interview in The Paris Review mentions him quite a bit… And why? Because of Charlie Hebdo.
Huysmans. Houllebecq. Hebdo. So it’s all connected. This is pretty much how I use the Internet.
eHow – how to get a Vcut. This is lolz. It was because Melissa was playing the new D’Angelo album and I remembered the video for How Does it Feel…
This is La-Bas, which is the book I’m reading by Huysmans. Jaded hater/skeptic seeking something more esoteric, indulgent or extreme (sounds like Houellebecq, no?). Trying to weasel into… I guess you could read it as a subculture. A sorta Eyes Wide Shut-vibe actually. The main character is writing a book about Gilles de Rais and trying to research modern-day Satanism.
Gustave Moreau – wiki page of painter.
Netflix: A Young Doctor’s Notebook and Other Stories
This BBC show was pretty good. Very gory comedy with Jon Hamm and Daniel Radcliffe.
It’s ok to read or watch whatever I want on this computer as long as I’m not on the work VPN. Recently the CEO sent out a message scolding those who were torrenting movies because the company actually received a cease and desist letter. These are real engineers and developers unlike me who’s a hack (not a hacker) and they didn’t do a good job of covering their tracks I guess?
Melissa shows me that Florent messaged her that Cura posted our show in Brussels to their website. We read it but are not into what they wrote (and I’m not into the way they posted the photos).
I don’t really understand what this magazine (or blog?) is about. I also know that they didn’t originally want to post it ostensibly because they didn’t understand the press release (or something to that effect).
I check my work email.
Huysmans also had a day job.
“For thirty-two years, Huysmans worked as a civil servant for the French Ministry of the Interior, a job he found tedious.”
In some ways I don’t mind having to do something else for income, in a weird way it maybe affords me a little more freedom to do what I want and it also keeps me focused by creating a routine.
Who am I kidding, though. It just takes away time. But it does give me a routine and that’s good. I read Algus Greenspon is (was?) a high-school science teacher. William Carlos Williams was a full-time physician. Those are the first two who come to mind, lol.
Read about how they filmed Allison Williams getting her ass eaten on the new episode of Girls.
On The Guardian, I read about how some guy on Fox News said Birmingham, U.K., is a Muslim city and if you’re not Muslim you shouldn’t go there… Lots of funny little pokes at Fox news on Twitter and people ridiculing this guy.
1:22 p.m. (10:22 a.m. in CA)
Ricky Jay being interviewed on NPR. I Wikipedia Max Malini, who they are talking about. He was a magician (I think about David Blaine for a sec).
Look at documentation of group show we were in. I’m into how this show came out, and I like a lot of the artists/designers involved. Marlie Mul probably “won,” though, with the cheese grater dress. Australia seems like it has a nice group of people out there.
Melissa plays the Marketplace podcast about the gentrification of Highland Park in Los Angeles. NPR is obsessed with gentrification. Some of our work is obsessed with gentrification. The “debate” (it’s not really a debate) is kind of an echo-chamber. Huysmans probably really wouldn’t give a fuck about the gentrifiers or the gentrified. I myself don’t really enjoy being part of it, if it was up to me I’d live in the Upper West Side.
Watched Lars Von Trier Nymphomaniac (director’s cut) on Netflix. Been putting it off for a while. I think it’s good so far and I don’t always like this guy. I didn’t like Melancholia. I haven’t seen Antichrist. The scene with Uma is really good.
Read a little bit of La-Bas before falling asleep. I’m reading this on my phone on Project Gutenberg, a free eBook website. There’s a lot of references I need to Google like Eliphas Levi.
This might be bad for my eyes.
Tuesday, January 13
Alarm goes off and I sleepily cycle through my social media apps, always ending with my emails last.
Turn on NPR and make coffee.
While running an errand at work in the LES, I see a broken (dorm?) mirror on the ground with “Fuck boys!” written in black sharpie on the top. I gram it then think about the girl (or guy?) this may have belonged to. She is probably a heartbroken freshman at NYU and wears PINK boxers rolled up several times so they are shorter, while creating a crumpled/bulging waistline. Maybe she wears glasses with a high ponytail or messy bun and some zit cream on her chin. Conversely she could have written “Fuck boys!” on the mirror as a sort of mantra akin to the scene in Nymphomaniac we watched last night where Joe and her friends create a club whose mission statement is “We have the right to be horny,” shunning members who sleep with the same guy twice.
Eating lunch in front of a computer at work and reading David Chang’s article on The State of Ramen. Ramen Is Dead… Because of the Internet.
The most relaxing thing for me to do these days is to eat food, read about food and watch cooking shows. This particular paragraph stands out to me: “Regardless of how people feel about it, I stand behind what we do; Momofuku ramen is our own story and no one else’s. We borrowed but made it our own narrative. I can sleep peacefully knowing that. In general, the balance between innovation and quality is totally out of whack. Progress is good if you know what you’re doing and pay appropriate respect to what came before it. The ramen burger is not an invention—it’s the lowest hanging fruit. I’ve heard tell of a ramen burrito—that’s the fucking end of everything.”
If only the art world were as sensitive to borrowing as this guy is 😉
Abby texts me: “I’m pulling together some thoughts on some art market tactics that are potentially fraudulent/opaque (for a mtg tmrw). Wanted your thoughts & esp wanted to know if there are any practices in particular (by galleries, dealers, auctions, etc) that you think should be/would want to be remedied in the future.”
“So many thoughts I have…” said to myself in Yoda voice, with evil smile.
In the car, driving to have dinner with friends, listening to the radio. That horrible Fall Out Boy song “Centuries” comes on. This song is pretty repulsive, mostly due to its wasteful sample of “Tom’s Diner” by Susanne Vega. (This being an ideal use of the sample). The worst part of it all is that by next month I will be singing along to it uncontrollably. :-/
We put on Nymphomaniac 2 and I had to leave the room when Joe (Charlotte Gainsbourg) gives herself an abortion. I took this screenshot when I spotted Trier’s camera in the mirror—another one of his Brechtian attempts to break the fourth wall. I’m actually a sucker for that.
Wake up with Tove Lo’s “Stay High” stuck in my head. It’s a good song and seems to have gotten more popular on the radio in N.Y. since we got back from Los Angeles. Did this song with Melissa at karaoke over the weekend; some of our friends we karaoke’d with were offended by our song choices. Popular radio really is a dividing line. Some people get so upset over it, you almost want to sit them down and tell them everything’s gonna be ok. It’s like getting upset over someone for liking candy. Later, Amitai called my choice of songs “contemptible.”
NPR on, lots of stuff about Charlie Hebdo cover…
Read about Anjem Choudary, a radical Muslim cleric.
Germany has a balanced budget. I Google what countries have a balanced budget (answer: more than I thought).
Get email from a gallery that wants to do a studio visit, arrange time on Thursday around noon.
Read Lars Von Trier interview. He talks about being a drug addict and alcoholic and that he has trouble writing or working without being high. I read a little bit online about whether or not Trier is sexist. Jezebel’s article is dumb. I conclude he’s not sexist but am open to someone convincing me otherwise…
I read a brief thing about Willem Dafoe explaining the diff between Trier and Wes Anderson (Wes Anderson plans out everything meticulously beforehand and Trier doesn’t). Seems like a weird comparison to make in the first place but I guess they’ve had movies come out at a similar time (?) or maybe just because Dafoe was in both of their movies. Then on another site I read a weird theory that Trier is purposefully parodying Wes Anderson in Nymphomaniac with all of his little twee-infographics that pop on the screen.
Most of the day is working, on Skype, writing emails. etc. etc.
Go to gym. I don’t listen or watch anything on my iPhone like a sensible person so it’s just me and the sounds of the gym radio and people grunting and metal clanging.
Surf Amazon. Debate buying books but decide against it.
Go to get dinner at a Polish restaurant with some friends. On the way over we listen to the radio in the car. 100.3 because the other two we often listen to are on commercial. I can talk for a long time about pop music but here is a brief play-by-play:
Fall Out Boy “Centuries”
I don’t like this song and it’s a shame that it uses a “Tom’s Diner” sample because that song deserves better than this. This kind-of wannabe bad-ass big movie sound is done much better by someone like Curve with “Hell Above Water” (was used for Spiderman soundtrack) or pretty much anything off of the Spawn soundtrack.
Nick Jonas “Jealous”
This song is great. If you change the production it sounds like it could have come out 10 or 20 or even 30 years ago. Some people might think you can say that about pretty much any pop song but I don’t agree with that.
I like Sam Smith and I especially like the jarring difference between what he looks like and what his voice sounds like. It’s almost freakish in a way. It’s like the singing frog in Looney Tunes or when Dirk Diggler pulls out the prosthetic dick at the end of Boogie Nights.
Bruno Mars “Uptown Funk”
Where to begin? What’s weird about Bruno Mars is that he doesn’t put a twist on any of the styles of pop music that he’s endlessly rehashing. He does The Police (“Locked out of Heaven”), he does ’90s Aerosmith (“Gorilla”), he does Michael Jackson (“Treasure”), and now with this one he’s doing Funkadelic. He tries too hard, he wants us to really like him. I’d still sing this song at karaoke though.
Morrissey and Coldplay, meet the Lion King. Not even close to being greater than the sum of those parts. I did this at karaoke.
When we arrive for dinner, I try to look up on Yelp what people think of the stuffed quail. Someone makes fun of me for doing so. I feel like a yuppie.
On the way back from dinner we drive our friend Michael home. Listening to the radio again, we first discuss the differences between L.A. and N.Y. radio. L.A. radio is superior because it offers a lot more choices. Also, it has a lot of alternative stations whereas New York really offers none. N.Y. has 97.1 (hip-hop), 100.3 (pop) and 105.1 (hip-hop). I’m talking about the major stations, not the reggae/dancehall, Latin, college/WFMU stuff, and that one station that plays metal. I think N.Y. even has a country station. There’s no major alternative.
L.A., on the other hand, has three major alternative radio stations. 98.7 (home of the Woody show, lol), 106.7, and one other I’m forgetting…The conversation shifts to “alternative music” and what it means. When did “alternative” become a historical genre? The new music that’s coming out that would be alternative I think is classified as Indie. I think the L.A. stations call them the “New Alternative.” Either way, there’s no way to hear Arctic Monkeys or Phantogram here in N.Y.
Watch Nymphomaniac Vol 2 (director’s cut). This half is more classic Trier. I don’t know what to say about it. The DIY abortion scene was almost impossible to watch. The race-baiting under the “Dangerous Men” chapter is annoying. The very last scene was a cynical cop-out.
It is what it is.
Wednesday, January 14
Sick in bed listening to the 1,000-song playlist that Caribou made on YouTube. The wide range of genres featured in this mix makes me nostalgic for my high school days when I used Rhapsody to download any and all kinds of music. This continued into my college days and then I started buying vinyl (lol), but since moving to New York all I listen to is shitty pop music on the radio and YouTube. I don’t actually think it’s shitty, just different. I would like to think that I will endure Top 10 radio until a ripe old age, forcing me to tolerate a generation other than my own.
Attempting to make some retro-swing sepia-toned imagery on the computer for our next show… Probably won’t use any of it though.
The vacuum cleaner I ordered off Amazon arrived. I dropped the box when I was bringing it upstairs. It will probably sit unopened in our living room for the next week or so.
Liv tags me in an Instagram video of Bruno Pelassy’s work posted by Air de Paris. I was unaware of his work, but now I’m very much in love. Especially with his body of work Les Bestioles, which can be summed up in this video.
At around 1:41 there is a fabulously cloaked turd figure with a bejeweled penis dancing to smooth jazz. The way it moves reminds me of this vinyl-covered coke can wearing sunglasses and headphones I had as a kid. I would often squeeze it in the middle to feel how the mechanisms were working inside.
I’m trying to watch the season premiere of Broad City, but we don’t have a TV and it’s not available online yet. We watch Togetherness on HBO GO instead. It’s lightweight funny and palatable but I wouldn’t recommend anyone to watch it except maybe my parents.
After bickering with Cameron for a few minutes, we watch an episode of Shameless (U.K. version). He wanted to watch the American version first, I didn’t.
I like the way it’s filmed, kind of like Trailer Park Boys (a show that is referenced as an influence on the wiki page for the Knife). The first episode gets into some controversial territory. I took this screenshot:
I check Instagram, I have two new followers. Matthew Linde posted a video he made of our piece in the “Silly Canvas” group show juxtaposed with metal music. I like it. I followback one of the followers because it’s an artist I like, the other one I don’t know and is locked so I don’t followback.
NPR is pretty boring today, they’re having a discussion about TV show Parks and Recreation. I turn it off.
I listen to some music on YouTube while I work. I lost all my music a few years ago and I haven’t looked back.
I check xenosystems.ne to see what’s going on with the tech-right wing. These guys are getting tedious compared to last year, but occasionally there’s something worth investigating out of morbid curiosity. Also http://slatestarcodex.com/ is a good antidote to their bullshit. They mention Rothbard who I’m not familiar with and so I wiki. No surprise there, Rothbard is repellant.
And yet, again and again, I’m reminded of why this philosophy appeals to software-tech-Aspergers people, because this is literally the kind of approach to child-rearing a circuit board would come up with.
I research one-off vinyl pressing online. We want to have some 12″ records pressed for a show we’re having at the end of February.
I also Google “dieselpunk swing.” I find a mix of old-timey music.
Read some more of La-Bas. It’s getting into some of the details of Rais crimes.
“How many children did he disembowel after deflowering them? He himself did not know, so many were the rapes he had consummated and the murders he had committed. The texts of the times enumerate between, seven and eight hundred, but the estimate is inaccurate and seems overconservative. Entire regions were devastated. The hamlet of Tiffauges had no more young men. La Suze was without male posterity. At Champtocé the whole foundation room of a tower was filled with corpses. A witness cited in the inquest, Guillaume Hylairet, declared also, ‘that one high Du Jardin hath heard say that there was found in the said castle a wine pipe full of dead little children.'”
Also like that on the wiki page, it mentions how he liked to sit on their open stomachs.
Thinking of the horrible Dnepropetrovsk maniacs… Those Russian kids who filmed themselves murdering a guy with a hammer, commonly known on some parts of the Internet as “Three Guys One Hammer.” When asked for a motive, they explained they did it out of boredom.
Watch HBO’s Togetherness, yuppie comedy. Feels good and light.
Watch an episode of Shameless (U.K. version). Not like Togetherness at all. I like the aesthetic of this show: the colors and the way it’s shot on high contrast video (looks like a chav Cremaster Cycle). Have to watch it with subtitles though because I can barely understand what they’re saying. The slang in this is nuts.
Thursday, January 15
Same morning routine as always (look at phone, turn on NPR, make coffee).
On the way to a meeting, Cam and I stop into Klaus Gallery to see the group show Brian Droitcour curated. James Duesing’s video captivates us for a good half hour. At one point a genderless figure removes it’s face, revealing a ham head.
Get home from meeting and start chatting with Nate who recently returned to Colombia. He sent me a Dej Loaf song and then referred to a convo we had earlier in the week about trying to find music to give our friend for his planned make-out session with a girl. “He needs cool sex music for his Puerto Rican Tinder girlfriend,” says Nate. I love Dej Loaf, but I don’t really think of her music as sexy. Her voice reminds of a little boy. D’Angelo’s new album on the other hand is definitely some sexy music.
Perusing Facebook once again, while trying to find a recipe for sunchokes, which came in our CSA box this week. I start watching this clip of Isaac Mizrahi on the Home Shopping Network. He and the QVC host are confused about whether or not the moon is a planet. For the most part you can’t see their faces while they are arguing. Gotta keep focused on the merchandise!
What happened to Isaac, though?! Remember that documentary Unzipped? He seemed pretty together there, albeit just as ditzy. He’s been making clothes for Target and the Home Shopping Network for as long as I can remember and appears in cameos on random TV shows like Ugly Betty (my all-time fave).
We start watching The Knick and I can’t help but start laughing (out of fondness) at the absurdly paired ’70s synth soundtrack with a story that takes place in the early 1900s. Also I’m starting to realize how much medical gore we’ve watched this week. I don’t really have a problem with gore in horror films, but gore associated with medical instruments (especially needles) I have a hard time with. That movie Antiviral must have had at least 50 closeups of needle injections and I closed my eyes every time. 🙁
Zach recommended I read the film critic Wesley Morris, I read his 2014 roundup, best quote from the article in regards to Luc Besson’s Lucy:
“…but can’t rolling your eyes count as a valid form of exercise?”
Have “studio visit” with gallery. Really we just went to the gallery and talked. It goes well, we are there for 1.5 hours.
Back to work.
Listen to music on YouTube.
Marilyn Manson w/ Sneaker Pimps “Long Hard Road Out of Hell”
Sneaker Pimps “Waterbaby”
Moloko “Sing it Back”
Curve “Pink Girl with the Blues”
St. Etienne “Hug My Soul (Motiv-8 remix)”
St. Etienne “Shower Scene”
I like that St. Etienne is able to encapsulate an aesthetic that is inextricable from a location (in their case, London) and that location at different times (’70s, ’80s, ’90s). They make eurodance about Brutalist architecture. Burnt-Out Car over Mr. Saxobeat for sure.
Stevie B “Because I Love You”
YouTube comment: “i grabbed my first titty to this song.”
I skim through Wit of the Staircase, the late Theresa Duncan’s blog… I guess she would be my #wcw except it’s Thursday. I’m glad this blog exists as a time capsule. The topics are all over the place, with entries ranging from the history of electricity to Schopenhauer to Pete Doherty and Kate Moss. I see this quote:
“Nietzsche, the first great psychologist and res amusant observer of Christianity’s platitudes, pukey pieties, and pastel style, imagined a grand sign over heaven’s entrance: ‘This Too Was Created In Hate.’”
Nate sends me this Rich Homie Quan track on Gchat:
This is the first time I’ve heard something else from Dej Loaf other than “Try Me.”
Do more work. Soundtrack:
Come across this article online about Theresa.
Some names I don’t recognize in this article. I wiki Max Beerbhom, Stefan Zweig, and “Hell Screen” by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa.
I like the part where the author criticizes her choice in music:
“Her musical taste was flat, MOR, mainstream. She didn’t think about music too much.”
I can read her blog but in the end, it’s what she wanted to project of herself, it’s only through other people’s testimonies like this that you can begin to get a sense of what a person was actually like. I guess this is obvious? I heard they’re going to make a movie about her.
Watch Broad City.
Watch two episodes of The Knick. First 15 minutes of this show: Opening shot of his white shoes in the opium den, no socks with Argento-Goblin-esque synth soundtrack, culminates in him shooting cocaine into his toes before performing a botched Caesarean. I’m into this show!
Between A Young Doctor’s Notebook, Nymphomaniac, and The Knick, a lot of gory medical situations this week. Couple this with Gilles de Rais’s creative ways of dismembering children and it’s a very violent week.
Friday, January 16
Alarm goes off… I hit snooze. Nelly Furtado’s “Turn off the Light” is stuck in my head. Also a song that someone (Amitai) performed at karaoke last weekend.
Wesley Morris is on NPR talking about the lack of diversity represented in Oscar nominations this year. More to the point though, he states that “the Academy seems very comfortable nominating people of color who fall into a very familiar relationship to white people in movies. So I’m talking about playing slaves. I’m talking about playing housekeepers and maids and butlers and chauffeurs or famous entertainers.”
At work while staring into my phone. Nothing very interesting going on, but I forward Cameron this video tutorial on how to make a ramen omelet (ramlet). Cam doesn’t cook for me that often, but when he does it is always breakfast. He’s an egg whiz.
Come home from work and take a quick nap (the secret to the “quick” part is to leave the lights on). At the end of my nap I grab my phone (which I do almost instinctively before and after any activity) and refresh my email inbox. The only new email is from this woman who hosted a sound bath in Park Slope I attended once with my friend Nela. Anyway, I haven’t brought myself to unsubscribe from her emails and I’ve never opened one until today. I click on this article in her newsletter. Duchamp + Brushing your teeth = ? I really have no idea what she’s trying to say here, but I applaud her for saying it anyway.
Getting burgers with Michael. He shows up late, but pulls out a copy of F.E.D.S. magazine that he picked up at a newsstand in the subway. I quickly flip through and accidentally see some gnarly butt/plastic surgery gone wrong images. I also notice a spelling error on the cover, but there are more important things going on in this mag like “The Tragic Story of Kill or Be Killed.”
Watch Godard’s Goodbye to Language at BAM. We lost Michael when the lights went out and hopped around seats until we realized the crazy cross-eyed 3D effect was intentional and we would have to endure it from any seat. The movie was a frenetic collage of references and metaphors all through the lens of literally five or more different types of cameras. Of course I loved the part where the male character is shitting on the toilet (comical sound effects) while the woman is naked talking about life, love and death.
Come home and watch the new season of The Fall. Gillian Anderson plays a much more confident (some call it “misogyny in a veil of classiness” but I disagree) woman in this show than in X-Files. In the episode we watch, Stella (Gillian) is approached by an Irish gang who gets up her in face. She does this alpha power “flinch” move then gets into her car.
Worked most of day.
Michael meets us for dinner in Fort Greene. He brings along a copy of a magazine called F.E.D.S (Finally Every Deminsion [sic] of the Streets). While Michael and Melissa are talking about their week, I read an interview in F.E.D.S with a guy who is in prison for robbery (for life).
After dinner, we go to see Godard’s Goodbye to Language at BAM. We show up barely on time and all the good seats are taken. We lose Michael in the crowd. We first sit in one of those balcony seats far off to the left…We think that this is negatively effecting the way the 3D works (but as we later find out, it’s just Godard purposefully fucking around).
We move to some other seats, they’re not great and partially obscured but it’s fine. I laughed a lot during this movie. Yes, during the poop parts but also I think my favorite part was the sudden historical reenactment of Mary Shelley writing Frankenstein. And when one of the characters speaks, the voice is mixed so high that it’s distorted/blown out. I think in sound production they call it “clipping.” His voice is clipping. It’s really weird. As we are leaving I see an old man who looks very familiar. I realize later that it’s Jonas Mekas. I think he was by himself. I’m glad Godard is a dog-person.
Later that night we watch an episode from the new season of The Fall.
Gillian Anderson ages well.