photograph by Paolo Roversi, from W Magazine
Mm, I was in the mood for the dark mustiness of this today. Fall can bring out my inner goth, on the overcast days at least. The behind the scenes video is brief and enjoyable, too.
Distracted
I Mean Like I Don’t Even Know
Yeah, so if you’re trying to kik the kronik, you may wish to avoid viewing this. Conversely, if you are currently enjoying the chronic, you may find this compatible.
Today’s Legendary Brought To You By Happiness
In an attempt to reign in my hyperbolic tendencies, I can only take the Fifth here. I want to flip out in this post, so bad, but I don’t want to desensitize you. To cry wolf. So, no words. Maybe just a few letters. OMFG. I should acknowledge Lost At E Minor, who brought me to this exercise of discipline.
It Is Maybe A Trick
Intrigued by the concept of the Track Your Happiness project, I engaged. So far I have spent about twenty minutes answering questions, first on my laptop, then on my iPhone. I guess they probably know that doesn’t make anyone happy, so maybe they figure that into their calculations?
If it returns to the interesting place that made me click in the first place (though it is possible that I just click anything that has an iPhone image), I will have more updates. The suspense is killing you.
Please Go So That I May Live Vicariously Through You
Charles Spearin’s The Happiness Project is perfectly titled (I am NOT obsessed with titles). Ain no way you can listen to these snippets of his neighbours’ happy chatted thoughts, which he has turned into happy musics, and not feel happy. And now, Coolest Festival Pop Montreal, features a house filled with artist interpretations of the tracks on the album, one track per room. It’s an Artist Bloc project, featuring work by Crush, Inc., Beluga Studio, Nicole Legault, David Collier and Marianne Collins, Marijke Bouchier, Svea Vichander, Amy Vickberg, and Corri Lynn Tetz.
My inability to attend, ironically perhaps, is making me fairly unhappy. It’s on from September 30 to October 4. Details:
Best Damn Titles
“did my silence imply reflection?”, Ali Cavanaugh
As previously posted, Margaux Lange hath shown me the wonder of Ali Cavanaugh, and now I pay that forward to you, Legendary readers.
Cavanaugh’s site describes her process as fresco, in which she applies watercolor to plaster panels. “Fascinated by the dichotomy of the seen and unseen in the human condition…body and soul…Cavanaugh’s art brings to light the complexity within contemplation. Her signature poetic titles are part of the engaging discourse.” And those are all of my favorite things, so when my ship comes in, you know I’ll be starting my Cavanaugh collection post haste.
I’m Sure It’s Not A Golf Ball
If you are a fan of Margaux Lange’s Barbie jewelry, and you are in Brooklyn tonight, know that you could walk right into her paramattel universe (and the universes, or at least the studios, of 25 other artists) at the Morgan Fine Arts open house. Details of the event, plus lots of other Margaux insight, and the photo above, all on her blog, Midge’s Mind. It’s also where I learned of Ali Cavanaugh, who I’ll post up separately, RIGHT NOW.
Every Little Thing She Does
Green Porno is the bomb, kids. Isabella Rossellini talks dirty, in fish costumes, on theatrical sets, to teach you about marine biology and ecology. There are little food porns at the top of each webisode, too, making these four-minute tidbits even more delectable.
I Was Moving It The Wrong Way
“I was moving it the wrong way, Dick.”
Walt Disney reveals the multi-plane camera. Disney choirs oo in the background. This is an easy seven minutes to pass.
Pointed out by Motionographer.
Feeling Michael Kenna
(Michael Kenna, Above the Abreuvoir, Marly France, 1996)
I think it’s the fog and the clouds, this time of the year, round here. The trees, of course, are enigmatic wonders year-round. Kenna says he likes to spend a lot of time with trees, getting to know them, and that he will return to the same tree again and again over time. See his work right now at Kushiro Art Museum, Kushiro, Hokkaido, Japan and Box Gallery in Brussels, Belgium. Or soon in Paris, at either Camera Obscura Gallery or the Bibliotheque Nationale. Or next year in Italy and the USA. And not that it is just or reasonable to look at exquisite, medium format long exposures on the internet, but if you can’t make Japan, Belgium or France…
Even More Legendary 
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