All of Juan Francisco Casas’ pieces are drawn exclusively with Bic biros. Hundred and hundreds of Bic biros. Thousands of them. Squillions. He’s probably responsible for certain species of squid becoming endangered with all of the ink that he saps. Not that we mind though, because the pieces that come out of it are somwhat amazing. Often a couple of metres tall, the detail and precision that is required to create such work makes our eyes go fuzzy. Someone give that man a stationary sponsorship.
Have a closeup look here.
Growing up in West Vancouver, Lucas Soi was given two options: grow old, or get high. His latest series, called Cradle Stories, has been two years in the making, and represents the self destructive but apathetic nature of wayward youth. There are numerous scenes of sacrifice and ritualistic offering that are portrayed very matter of factly. It almost looks like a scene out of a dark ages history book, before you note the candybar wrappers strewn around the defaced tombstones, and the guys riding their jeans around their thighs. Stuck between the future and the past, the subjects are in limbo, frozen in Soi’s ink.
If the high school football team had mascots like these, we’re pretty sure that would have paid much more attention in Phys Ed class.
Morgan Slade’s Savage Justice photography series depicts a bunch of bangin’ ladies wearing massive mascot masks. For many men, they probably combine all of your favourite things into one photograph: hot scantily clad women in lycra, football, and in some cases, Star Wars. The girls wearing the KISS style Trooper helmets score the most points for us.
See the series here.
Todd James is yet another street artist to jump proverbial ship, and swim to the more lucrative gallery shore. Of course, we could all get on our high horses about the commercialisation of artistic practice, but we really shouldn’t shoot the man down.
Wow, talk about mixed metaphors. It’s sounding like a viking-style invasion, isn’t it? Battle ships, cavalry, weaponry… We obviously have war on the mind, and after looking through James’ works, you can probably see why.
Get offended here.
American photographer Ted Partin is interested in that mind blanked raw moment called ‘The Gaze’ (not the Australian basketballer). The process of capturing these moments is incredibly lengthy, but is helped by his photographic method. Partin shoots with an 8 x 10 inch Deardorff camera, which has the same technological advancements as the wheel. Using the same plates that were used in the 19th century, it takes a long time to set it up for exposure. So by the time he gets around to taking the photograph, everybody is pretty glazed over in the first place.
It would have been a lot easier to just sit his subjects down in front of the National Geographic channel with a packet of crisps. The Gaze comes pretty quickly that way.
Have a peek here.
Mark Peckmezian has the ability to capture people’s insides. Instead of paying for a shrink and a serious personality x-ray, Peckmezian will take a photograph of you that will tell you exactly what’s going on in that head of yours. His lens penetrates the id, pulling out the darkest of secrets, the craziest of shindigs, and the widest of smiles. His subjects’ eyes are as open and vulnerable as a deer in the middle of an open plain, all doe-eyed in the headlights of his flash.
Frederik Heyman takes the normal and creates something extraordinary. Have a lookbook that you want promote? BAM! Paint everything white and make horses using office chairs and tarpaulin. Want to do a fashion editorial? TA-DAH! Tear apart a perfectly nice looking house so it looks like the girls are tumbling into bottomless pits. Want to showcase your new range of specs? SHAZAM! Put them on models’ faces that are burning at the edges and add lots of exploding things.
Check them out here.
Sitting in the window of Melbourne’s famous Zappa Café, we are waiting for The John Steel Singers’ lead singer and charisma magnate Tim Morrisey to roll up. “He’s not normally late,” Luke McDonald, their floppy-haired guitarist assures me, “it’s just that your cab system kind of sucks.” The Brisbane sextet are warming their fret boards ahead of their album launch tour, but are unfortunately also freezing off their fingerprints. The faux-winter chills are soothed by coffee as McDonald takes me through the motions of their debut album:
Tangalooma. Twelve tracks, six musicians, one rollicking record. The jingle jangle of their pop hooks sound like maracas filled with nostalgic pop rock candy – an eclectic, bursting bunch of songs in a tightly contained space. Odd time signatures and odder instruments complete a debut album that sounds as tight and developed as the average band’s third record. But these guys are certainly not average.
Basking in the youthful glow of a hangover, the conversation eventually falls into a discussion of the debauchery from the night before. Y’know – things that wouldn’t normally come out until after a drink or four. Especially to a journalist. But here we are, ten past 11am on a Saturday morning, and McDonald is so laidback he is practically draped across the coffee table.
Read the interview at Collapse Board. It is full of Robert Forster, Wire, sextets and slobbering boxer puppies.
Hose down the tent, pack the saladas, and get ready to glue rhinestones onto your wellies: the fifth Golden Plains lineup has been announced. Best Coast’s surfadelic lo-fi headlines along with the ethereal Joanna Newsom, the classic Americana rock of The Hold Steady, and Brazillian cult psyhcadelic-pop outfit Os Mutantes. The fun continues with Waaves, Architecture in Helsinki, Hawkwind, The Clean, Jamie Lidell, The Middle East, Boy & Bear, The Go-Betweens’ Rob Forster, and an odd dozen more. Held from March 12-14 in 2011, this will be the fifth time that Golden Plains has filled Meredith’s Supernatural Amphitheatre with multi-coloured feather outfits, scrumptious food stalls, and of course, music.
(I originally announced this on frankie.com)
Some people have all of the talent. Linnea Strid should share some of it around – she seems like the type of redonkulous Swede that also can swing dance, play the clarinet, and make amazing banana bread using only the contents of her pantry. Y’know, one of those over achiever types that you used to pay out in high school, because you were secretly really, really jealous of her.
Linnea’s oil paintings and pencil drawings are just too good. Crafting pieces of art that look like photographs, she captures odd moments in her subjects’ lives: playing Playstation until you give yourself RSI, waking up to your one night stand man having been replaced by a tin of Pringles, or passing out at a music festival wearing a tee-shirt saying ‘Circle Jerk’.
Wanna see? Click here.