self-portraits by ben zan

BEN ZANK WAS BORN IN THE BRONX IN NEW YORK. AT THE AGE OF 18 HE BEGAN TAKING PHOTOGRAPHS FOR FUN AFTER HE DISCOVERED A PENTAX ME SUPER IN HIS GRANDMOTHER’S ATTIC. HIS SELF-PORTRAITS AIM TO STRETCH THE VIEWER’S IMAGINATION AND EXPRESS HIS FEELINGS WHEN WORDS FAIL. HE SAYS: ‘I DIDN’T GO TO SCHOOL FOR PHOTOGRAPHY. INSTEAD I MAJORED IN JOURNALISM. AS A JOURNALIST IN SCHOOL, YOU FIND THAT YOUR OWN WORDS END UP BEING SILENCED AND IN PLACE ARE AN OBJECTIVE AND ALMOST ROBOTIC NARRATIVE THAT IS CONSTANTLY REGURGITATED. CONSEQUENTIALLY, I FOUND MYSELF BAD AT EXPRESSING MY EMOTIONS THROUGH WORDS. I WAS GOOD AT THE RANT, BUT ANY REAL MEANING ABOUT MYSELF WAS LOCKED DEEP INSIDE. MY PHOTOGRAPHS ARE A WAY FOR ME TO ABSTRACTLY SPEAK MY OPINION AND BRING MY EMOTIONS INTO LIGHT.’

source: www.ignant.de

some facts from art world

2 from 5 art critics personally make art

4 from 5 collect art

60% never write about abroad art

77% like writing about paintings

>50% like to write least about online art

43% artists have graduate degree

40% chose innerdrive to make arts their first choice

 by Rodin

 by Olle Eksell

Cities Like Cats Reveal Themselves At Night

San Paulo in 1960s by Rene Burri 

By Joseba Elorza 

rainy day

http://maroslaw.github.io/rainyday.js/demo2.html

Once in Vietnam

june 18, 1965

Kings of Leon - Beautiful War

Bite your tongue

Don't make a scene, dear

Everybody's been here least once before

We've been here more

Your heart breaks

Rolls down the window

I've seen it all go, come back around

And I've heard the sound

The tip of your tongue

The top of your lungs is doing my head in

I say, "Love, love don't mean nothing

Unless there's something worth fighting for."

It's a beautiful war

When I hold

The warmth of your body

There is nobody that I'd rather hold

Shattered and cold

The tip of your tongue

The top of your lungs is making me crazy

I say, "Love, love don't mean nothing

Unless there's something worth fighting for."

It's a beautiful war

I say, "Love, love..."

The Greenhomes - There is an End

Words disappear, 

Words weren't so clear, 

Only echos passing through the night. 

The lines on my face, 

Your fingers once traced, 

Fading reflection of what was. 

Thoughts re-arrange, 

Familar now strange, 

All my skin is drifting on the wind. 

Spring brings the rain, 

With winter comes pain, 

Every season has an end. 

I try to see through the disguise, 

But the clouds were there, 

Blocking out the sun. 

There's an end

DAYDREAM BY NONOTAK PROJECTS

‘Daydream’ is an audiovisual installation by Nonotak Projects that generates space distortions. Relationship between space and time, accelerations, contractions, shifts and metamorphosis have been the lexical field of the project. This video of the installation aimed at establishing a physical connection between the virtual space and the real space, blurring the limits and submerging the audience into a short detachment from reality. Lights generate abstract spaces while sounds define the echoes of virtual spaces. ‘Daydream’ is an invitation to contemplation. The frontality of the installation leads the visitors to a passive, observing and hopefully understanding position.

source: www.ignant.de

Jason Schwartzman

He has the coolest sense of style...

...he can be as handsome and as sexy as hell...

 … he can be a hipster living next door...

 …he can be hilarious...

… he can be every teenager-girls's dream rockstar/role model...

 … but he is just a wonderful actor and the man of many faces.

He is Jason Schwartzman.

You & Me

Buffalo Spri - For What It's Worth

There's something happening here

But what it is ain't exactly clear

There's a man with a gun over there

Telling me I got to beware

I think it's time we stop

Children, what's that sound?

Everybody look - what's going down?

There's battle lines being drawn

Nobody's right if everybody's wrong

Young people speaking' their minds

Getting so much resistance from behind

It's time we stop

Hey, what's that sound?

Everybody look - what's going down?

What a field day for the heat

A thousand people in the street

Singing songs and carrying signs

Mostly saying, "hooray for our side"

Paranoia strikes deep

Into your life it will creep

It starts when you're always afraid

Step out of line, the men come and take you away

We better stop

Hey, what's that sound?

Everybody look - what's going down?

We better stop

Now, what's that sound?

Everybody look - what's going down?

We better stop

Children, what's that sound?

Everybody look - what's going down?

Auto Aerobics by Chris Labrooy

The project ‘Auto Aerobics’ by Chris La Brooy, an UK based artist, began with the context. ‘Walking through Brooklyn on a winters evening is a truly memorable experience’ which motivated him to build a digital model that captured the various details and textures of this location. The pontiac automobile was initially just a prop parked on the sidewalk when Chris started building the environment, however he later decided to make it the subject of the series and started abstracting the forms by hollowing out the cars core and experimenting with multiples which over time began to look extraordinary.

The Zombies

Well no one told me about her the way she lied

Well no one told me about her how many people cried

But it's too late to say you're sorry

How would I know why should I care

Please don't bother tryin' to find her

She's not there

Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked

The way she'd act and the colour of her hair

Her voice was soft and cool

Her eyes were clear and bright

But she's not there

Well no one told me about her, what could I do

Well no one told me about her, though they all knew

But it's too late to say you're sorry

How would I know, why should I care

Please don't bother tryin' to find her

She's not there

Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked

The way she'd act and the colour of her hair

Her voice was soft and cool

Her eyes were clear and bright

But she's not there 

But it's too late to say you're sorry

How would I know, why should I care

Please don't bother tryin' to find her

She's not there

Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked

The way she'd act and the colour of her hair

Her voice was soft and cool

Her eyes were clear and bright

But she's not there

It's the time of the season

When love runs high

In this time, give it to me easy

And let me try with pleasured hands

To take you in the sun to promised lands

To show you every one

It's the time of the season for loving

What's your name?

Who's your daddy?

Is he rich like me?

Has he taken any time

To show you what you need to live?

Tell it to me slowly

Tell you what I really want to know

It's the time of the season for loving

What's your name?

Who's your daddy?

Is he rich like me?

Has he taken any time

To show you what you need to live?

Tell it to me slowly

Tell you what I really want to know

It's the time of the season for loving

National Geographic Photo Contest 2013

Crows Nest: The crows that live in Tokyo use clothes hangers to make nests. In such a large city, there are few trees, so the natural materials that crows need to make their nests are scarce. As a result, the crows occasionally take hangers from the people who live in apartments nearby, and carefully assemble them into nests. The completed nests almost look like works of art based on the theme of recycling. (© Yosuke Kashiwakura/National Geographic Photo Contest)

Orta Lake Storm Chasing: I have spent the entire summer chasing thunderstorms all around Italy. I usually stand in front of the camera, to modify the parameters according to lighting's distance and intensity. This time I was in a very dangerous situation, I was completely surrounded by lightning strikes, so I chose to leave the camera on the tripod shooting in automatic mode. I spent about 15 minutes on the ground, as far as I could from any conducting material, and I protected my eyes and my ears hoping for the best. When I finally looked to the pictures I was very impressed by the size and intensity of the storm. (© Riccardo Criseo/National Geographic Photo Contest)

Omohara: "Omohara" is not only a geographical crossing of Omotesando and Harajuku,but also variety of styles and culture are come and go. Omotesando is town of adult where high brand's buildings put together the eaves. On the other hand, Harajuku is town of young where born the new culture. Omohara is a place that new culture and old culture are fusion. And leading the art and culture of Japan always. (© Teruo Araya/National Geographic Photo Contest)

Bright Canopy: While studying in Florence, Italy, I went on a trip throughout Europe. The first stop was in Berlin, Germany, where we rented bikes and rode throughout the city. While visiting the Jewish Museum I stood under a group of trees and noticed the great interaction of hand-like branches with the light coming through the canopy of leaves. (© Kevin Connolly/National Geographic Photo Contest)

Amazing Midwinter Sunset (4:30pm): November 6th, 2013 - at approximately 4:15 pm we were all watching this amazing batman-like beam coming over the dyke on the upstream side of the Yukon River which was just beginning to freeze. I grabbed a camera, made my way over towards the river and discovered this amazing scene. As we are heading towards the shortest day of the year, the sun usually disappears between 4:30-4:45 pm. (© Andrea Magee/National Geographic Photo Contest)

Cows And Kites: I was driving along the beach highway when I noticed the bulls sunbathing on the empty beach. I initially thought i was seeing things,but no it really was sunbathing cows! I had to park my car a fair distance away and that meant a long walk along the beach in 35 degree heat. When I got closer to them I was careful not to spook them, so I crawled on my stomach on the hot sand to get a good picture. Mission Accomplished! Location: Tarifa Beach, Andalucia, Spain. (© Andrew Lever/National Geographic Photo Contest)

New Order - Blue Monday

How does it feel

To treat me like you do

When you've laid laid your hands upon me

And told me who you are

I thought I was mistaken

I thought I heard your words

Tell me how do I feel

Tell me now how do I feel

Those who came before me

Lived through their vocations

From the past until completion

They will turn away no more

And I still find it so hard

To say what I need to say

But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me

Just how I should feel today

I see a ship in the harbor

I can and shall obey

But if it wasn't for your misfortunes

I'd be a heavenly person today

And I thought I was mistaken

And I thought I heard you speak

Tell me how do I feel

Tell me now how should I feel

Now I stand here waiting

I thought I told you to leave me

While I walked down to the beach

Tell me how does it feel

When your heart grows cold

An Infinite Staircase by David McCracken

 Photo by William Patino

 Leighton Wallis

Paul Davis

Emilio Pucci Spring Ready-To-Wear 2014

Even I don't like the belt the overall look is just stunning.

Tracy Chapman - Happy

Should be happy to be loved

Happy to be

Unburdened by the thought

I could still be lonely

I think you're the one

Everyone agrees

But some can see the face of love

And turn away in disbelief

Every time we get close

I just run

And the wind on my face

Last rays of the sun

Shine on my skin

My heart slow me down

Is all that I can feel

All that I can feel

Should be happy to be loved

Happy to be

With someone who knows

And understands me

I think you're the one

Everyone agrees

But some can touch the hand of love

And pull away in disbelief

Should be happy to be loved

Happy to be

Possessed by nothing but

A heart that's chosen freely

I think you're the one

Everyone agrees

But some can feel the grace of love

And walk away in disbelief

Castello Cavalcanti by Wes Anderson for Prada

collaboration of my beloved designer and my favourite director

what can be better??

James Vincent McMorrow - Cavalier

Speak until the dust

settles in the same specific place

Light refused to go

Drink it from a cast and iron plate

instead of cold milk

was offered unripe

Instead of silence

considered craven

Nothing made it seem

hidden where the aging soil was pure

Pressed against the crease

Mountains become fragrant at the source

how can you stand this

exotic angle

I read it somewhere 

that they would lie still

I remember how cloth hung

flexing with the forest clung

Half waist and high raised arms

kicking at the slightest form

I remember my first love

I remember my first love

Unrelied I was called

missing teeth out of favour

Nickel beach it was all

gathering by the sundial

I woke hard

I woke heavy 

for the half way stop

Five whole hours in

when I woke hard 

I woke heavy with the live or parts 

I remember my first love

Solaire in Numéro magazine

model: martha hunt

photographer: txema yeste

stylist: franck benhamou

hair: laurent philippon

make-up: lloyd simmonds