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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 01:28:48 -0400

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Top: Morrissey Bottom: Viktor Tsoi Oh, the partial nudity of...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 21:05:59 -0400

Top: Morrissey

Bottom: Viktor Tsoi

Oh, the partial nudity of bards…

In Soviet Russia, noogie gives you. Dad, his mousy Morrissey...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 20:58:00 -0400

In Soviet Russia, noogie gives you. Dad, his mousy Morrissey cardigan and supreme helmet of Armo hair, 1969. Happy Father’s Day!

"My people eat stones."

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 18:51:37 -0400

“My people eat stones.”

- —Larry Gagosian to Negar Azimi, quoting a drawing by Cy Twombly inspired by the Armenian Genocide, Bidoun, No. 28 (Spring 2013).

My favorite part of this otherwise awkward and poorly edited interview, where the interviewer seems narcissistically out of touch and the interviewee seems understandably eager to get it over with. It’s a beautiful sentiment though.

All black forever.

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 18:18:12 -0400

All black forever.

If you’re a Viktor Tsoi fan, watch this documentary film...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 01:24:00 -0400

If you’re a Viktor Tsoi fan, watch this documentary film about his life and times featuring never before seen family footage and interviews from critics, journalists, friends, bandmates, wife Marianna Tsoi, mother Valentina Tsoi and father Robert Tsoi, who taught him his first chords on guitar. Sadly, it’s in Russian with no subtitles, but you can still enjoy the schlocky visuals!

А без музыки на миру смерть не красна, А без музыки не хочется...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 00:41:00 -0400

А без музыки на миру смерть не красна, А без музыки не хочется пропадать.

There’s a difference between music and poetry set to music. And there have been many musicians, many good musicians in fact, but few bards, and fewer good ones at that. You can probably count them all on the fingers of your hand: Vysotsky, Notorious BIG, Nas, Morrissey and, of course, Tsoi.

posledniigeroithelasthero:

sonic-trove:

Kino - Pack of Cigarettes

Amazing song!

Grecian

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 19:29:04 -0400

Grecian

Lol, are they Armenian?

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 19:22:33 -0400

Lol, are they Armenian?

posledniigeroithelasthero: Nice snapshots

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 19:20:29 -0400

posledniigeroithelasthero:

Nice snapshots

"You look at your outfits from five or seven years ago, and it’s like — Yeah, kill self. That’s all..."

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 19:23:00 -0400

“

You look at your outfits from five or seven years ago, and it’s like —

Yeah, kill self. That’s all I have to say. Kill self.

”

- —Kanye West to John Caramanica, New York Times, June 11, 2013

Like anyone who found themselves in a new milieu, wised up and traded provincialism for minimalism, Kanye is learning. His misfortune is having to do it in the public eye. But he’s onto something: anything other than complete simplicity—in dress, in expression, in thought—is acting in bad faith. Late graduation indeed.

"Y’all throwing contracts at me. You know that niggas can’t read. Throw ‘em some..."

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 00:27:00 -0400

“Y’all throwing contracts at me. You know that niggas can’t read. Throw ‘em some Maybach keys.”

- —Kanye West, New Slaves, 2013

Kanye is the most important musical voice of our generation. There, I said it. Sometimes it seems like he’s the only one aware of the fact that very problem with young black people today—but really, all young people today—is that you can’t rebel against a system that enslaves you by making you borrow against your aspirational future identity when you’re a consumer pawn. The real question is, why Kim Kardashian when she’s the biggest emissary of conspicuous consumption?

"If anyone submerges his individuality in a group for the sake of gaining political acknowledgement..."

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 00:13:00 -0400

“If anyone submerges his individuality in a group for the sake of gaining political acknowledgement of his mere sexual needs, he may find that he has thrown away the larger part of his personal freedom. I urgently feel that, if gay people want to be happy they must vacate their secret world, they must stop frightening not only the horses but also the riders. They must recognize that it is in the very nature of integration that you cannot fight for it…[I]t is not the law that changes public opinion, it is public opinion which very gradually modifies the law. If homosexuals prematurely bring about the passing of a law for which society is not ready, they will earn its hatred. Anyone who demands acceptance places himself in the same position as the girl who asks, ‘Do you really love me?’ Every mature woman knows where that gets her. It is more than forty years now since I presumed to think I represented homosexuality. Since then I have come to realize that I represent nothing grander than my puny self.”

- —Quentin Crisp, How to Become a Virgin, 1981

What a lot of minority groups are asking for these days isn’t equality but the right to narcissistic self-expression without the accountability that is ordinarily extended to most members of society. Crisp always gets it right. This is why popular protest movements like Occupy almost always fails in the long run.

Story of my life, bro.

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 21:44:07 -0400

Story of my life, bro.

LOL, so this happened. Sergei Parajanov and Vladimir Vysotsky,...

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 21:43:01 -0400

LOL, so this happened. Sergei Parajanov and Vladimir Vysotsky, together at last.

The Greatest

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 21:41:04 -0400

The Greatest

And now, from politics to conspicuous consumption. I’m...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 20:15:00 -0400

And now, from politics to conspicuous consumption.

I’m selling a bunch of cool stuff I’ve accumulated over the years on eBay, like this leather biker jacket from Theory and leather t-shirt dress from Topshop. Everything is in new condition.

So bid away because these babies need a new home!

“That reflects the mentality of the places that we live....

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 05:10:00 -0400

“That reflects the mentality of the places that we live. That’s Cambridge, that’s Harvard and so on. It’s legitimate to destroy a propaganda center that’s inflaming opinion and driving up the cost to us by reporting on civilian casualties. There were a couple of things that weren’t mentioned in the reports of the celebration of this achievement. One of them was the Geneva Conventions. The Geneva Conventions, which are the core of international humanitarian law, everyone technically agrees, and they are applied to others with great passion. But the Geneva Conventions are very firm, explicit, unambiguous and forceful that combatants on any side must protect medical facilities, protect them from any harm. Well, this was not only not protecting them, it was occupying, throwing the patients on the floor or manacling them, manacling the doctors under guard. So it’s a major war crime, in fact it’s a war crime that probably would bring the death penalty if it came to international court, a very serious war crime. Well, that was unmentioned—at least I couldn’t find a mention of it—which makes sense because the lack of mention reflects a general understanding in the culture of which we’re a part, namely that international law is inapplicable to the United States…

…The marine commander said, proudly, that this ought to go down in the history books, it’s really a great achievement. And he’s right, it should go down in history books alongside other events, more or less at the same time, for example the Russian attack on Grozny. It’s a city of about the same size, roughly the same time, kind of similar. Nobody knows how many killed because they don’t do body counts either. Bitterly condemned in the United States as a major atrocity. So, yeah, the two ought to go down in history on the same page, and there are others that you can think of that tell us what page of history we belong on, not just for carrying out these actions, but for tolerating them, even celebrating them.”

Noam Chomsky on Fallujah, pt. 1.

Pt. 2 is here.

Pt. 3 is here.

Chomsky brings up an interesting dilemma: The Boston attackers did horrible things and should be made to feel the full weight of justice, but how can the United States subject both ordinary criminals and enemy combatants to federal law if it makes a point of grossly violating international law at every turn? To quote Morrissey, “America is not the World.”

(via The Justice for Fallujah Project)

Top: Boston bombing suspect Dzhokhar Tsarnaev in happier (?)...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 00:12:00 -0400

Top: Boston bombing suspect Dzhokhar Tsarnaev in happier (?) times.

Bottom: Mikhail Vrubel, Head of the Demon, detail, 1890. Watercolor on paper. Museum of Russian Art, Kiev.

The events in Boston have been weighing on me to the point that it feels dirty and cheap and like a betrayal to Instagram or brunch or online shop or do any of the things we usually do to take our minds of off reality. Kardashians notwithstanding, there’s another reason that they’ve stayed with me longer than any other headline making its way through the media shitstorm.

On one hand, it’s fair to say that Tamerlan and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev were a product of the American way, to intentionally misquote Chechen president Ramzan Kadyrov (dig that photo). On the other hand, there’s something to be said for the collective memory of the Caucasus, which is as prideful and persistent as the people to whom it belongs. What this amounts to is a sense of cultural ennui and anomie layered over a tradition of separatism. The suspects’ uncle, Ruslan Tsarni, was onto something when he implied that their actions were motivated not by Islam but by feelings of impotence and inadequacy misdirected into a needless and (self-) destructive Jihad. As Luke O’Neil writes, when a villain emerges in the public eye, the difficult part isn’t condemning him as inhuman but reconciling his mundane expressions of humanity. Only one of these things requires real empathy even as every nation’s politico-media complex banks on the scope of such emotions being limited only to those whose identity squares with your own.

In other words, what all politicians and pundits (i.e. students of human nature) know to be true is that people are averse to feeling uncomfortable and uncanny feelings, like the kind brought on by perusing the younger Tsarnaev’s social media presence only to realize that he must have been human after all. One reason he hasn’t been vilified quite as thoroughly as 9/11 ringleader Mohammed Atta or the American Taliban John Walker Lindh or movie theater shooter James Holmes or, for that matter, his older brother, is that we see in his face the vulnerability and equivocation of a boy on the verge of manhood. In pictures, he seems cute and intellectual, in short, almost endearing. There’s no crazy in his eyes. If narrative is necessary for closure, it’s easy to imagine him as the one who went along with it because the other was his sibling.

Of course, the whole situation is so horrifying and sad precisely because nobody wins—not the victims (whose lives are irretrievably changed for the worse), not the perpetrators (who once had potential but now are doomed), not the families (who will suffer on their behalf), not the Chechens or the Americans. Perhaps the only ones who stand to gain from it are the Russians, who can use this opportunity to drum up anti-Chechen sentiment among the populace. It may be true that America itself is largely to blame for creating the conditions for terrorist acts to occur on its soil, but those who suffer are never the ones who should. Among the dead are an eight-year-old boy and a Chinese graduate student, innocents who had nothing to do with anything but are now paying for the misdeeds of nefarious politicians pursuing a foreign policy of destabilization abroad and the erosion of civil liberties at home.

But for those of us who are Americans from the Caucasus, there is an added element of mourning that comes from the realization that these kids are too familiar, too close to home, that we are capable of relating to their appearance, their mannerisms, their sense of humor, their experience, their traumatic and fragmented immigrant upbringing, even as we consciously disavow their crimes. Realizing this about yourself makes you instantly aware of the visceral loyalty we all reserve for members of our own “tribe.” It’s true that we Caucasians are particularly tight-knit, in part because there are so few of us, in part because we’re used to being pushed around. As a Caucasian, you can’t help being thrilled by those of us who withstood their own oppression against all odds. Feats of daring, a code of honor, an intuition for the terrain—these are all Caucasian things, things of the agile and adaptable highlander, things to be proud of, that have carried over to Boston of all places, with consequences that are nothing if not shameful.

You could say that, for us, it feels like betrayal of our kind, the idea that given our shared experience of destabilization and maladjustment, we would expect them to have more insight and foresight into the way the world works. To have more clarity and agency. To recognize the contradiction of comprehending global human suffering yet privileging the existence of a God that favors you. Yes, that’s probably the heart of it. And it’s probably too much to expect, from a nineteen-year-old at least. Now, things are starting to fall into place: a pushover father who retreated from his responsibilities to offspring he couldn’t understand, an aggressive and provocative mother who receded into religion as a way of mitigating her own lack of control, inciting the household but not anticipating the fallout, an angry son who’s private ego wound became a public war, taking his sibling down with him, an estranged extended family who wanted nothing to do with this pack of crazies, and through mere indifference, made it known. It’s clear that an entire system of authority conspired to fail these kids. To paraphrase Tsarni again, in Caucasian culture, older children take care of younger ones, but that chain of duty had come undone long ago.

What combination of vectors aligned to create this catastrophic matrix? And what if removing one or two from the equation meant that the crisis could have been averted? Of course, things are never that cut and dry, which is why trying to make sense of it all for your own sake is a pointless endeavor. If, as Alberto Moravia once wrote, suicide was an act of spite, a retaliation in that order, but not against the infidels, as some people may claim for their own personal gain, but, against this system of indifference.

This is the horror of context—what the American media is paid to conceal and American citizens avoid learning at all costs lest it undermine their moral alibi for looking the other way when the government deploys drones to an Afghan wedding and denies responsibility for the rise of birth defects and rare cancers in Fallujah, Basra and other Iraqi cities exposed to toxic and radioactive agents during the occupation citing—surprise!—a lack of evidence. Not to mention, persists in the propagandistic vilification of yet another sovereign nation which has failed to yield to its interests simply in protecting its own, Iran. It’s also the reason why choosing not to remain ignorant (i.e. reading Lermontov and Tolstoy, i.e. becoming well-versed in basic human psychology) isn’t an exercise in futility but a matter of necessity. As Craig Steven Wilder puts it in Ken Burns’s documentary on the Central Park Five, “I think that virtually every ethnic and racial group in New York has these moments where your heart just stops and your stomach turns and you think to yourself, ‘Please don’t let it be us.’” What I’m suggesting isn’t that we sympathize with terrorists but that we learn to mourn all victims equally, even if they happen to be the Other. That means copping to the fact that the primitive instinct for self-identification through self-segregation is universal.

Danish designer Atifa Rasooli combines the best of Islamic and...

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 23:46:00 -0400

Danish designer Atifa Rasooli combines the best of Islamic and Japanese minimalism with sublime consequences.

p.s. Those sleeves and necklines.