Cabaret is dead to me

I've been watching a tape of the band Sons and Daughters programming Rage* that I stuck on to record just before collapsing into the sack last night.

Sons and Daughters played a lot of stuff I'm going to call "cabaret-ish" where the focus narrows in on singer as icon, idealised as a replacement for some set of virtues. They ( Read more... )

A trio of interesting links below: the first is an online canvas with (admittedly poorly) simulated oil colour blending and replay mode, the second is a group of time series photographs of public spaces in Italy with the clock hand controlled by mouse. The third is a live action digital clock.

artPad Painter
Their Circular Life
Industrious Clock ( Read more... )

I'd update this journal with some photos I've taken of our House of Beige, as has been requested, but since we're still on dialup the upload speed to a web photohosting service is so slow as to be unmanageable.

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