Pinocchio by Costanza Gianquinto
Barbara and Michael Leisgen - Mimesis, 1972-1973
Lost in Publications: Boris Mikhailov (“At Dusk” the series, 1993) →
The series “At Dusk” from 1993, was created immediately after the collapse of the USSR, and was taken with a wide-format panoramic camera. It talks about the radical social changes that occurred in the nineties in the former Soviet Union, which left many people hopeless.
“1941. I was three years old and I can still remember the bombings, the howling sirens and the searchlights in the wonderful, dark-blue sky. Blue, blue, light-blue…
For some reason we think that one generation will be spared a war. I see this blue series as the second. The population of the city has shrunk to 250,000 inhabitants. Fifty to eighty per cent of the factories and plants have shut down. More people are dying than being born. For a long time the dead were buried in polyethylene bags. You have to bring your own sheets, syringes, medicine, etc with you to the maternity home. The rats are the first to leave the sinking ship. These little animals…
“At Dusk”, 1993” © Boris Mikhailov/Suzanne Tarasieve Paris
Everybody knows that the old people have to die first… My son Iljuscha has been living in another country for three years. Thirty people have frozen to death on the streets. This prompted my friend to open an exhibition. Homes were not heated for three long winter months at minus 22 degrees. A nineteen-year-old girl stole my shoes in the train. Having woken up by chance, I caught up with her bare-foot at the end of the carriage.
“At Dusk”, 1993” © Boris Mikhailov/Suzanne Tarasieve Paris
“At Dusk”, 1993” © Boris Mikhailov/Suzanne Tarasieve Paris
“At Dusk”, 1993” © Boris Mikhailov/Suzanne Tarasieve Paris
Perhaps I should emigrate and live with the French? The door to my relatives’ home was broken down and their home was burgled. You are scared to enter a dark hallway. The bank does not return the money. Everything stinks of urine. But an acquaintance of mine, a photographer, has opened a restaurant and sold his camera. Another breeds dogs. A third heals people.
“At Dusk”, 1993” © Boris Mikhailov/Suzanne Tarasieve Paris
“At Dusk”, 1993” © Boris Mikhailov/Suzanne Tarasieve Paris
1994–1995. People earn four times as much, the average salary is now around $50. But it has not been paid for months. Prices rise. They are almost as high as in New York or Berlin. There are more and more shops with Western goods. There are people who shop there. Is it perhaps a good thing that fewer people will live here in future?
But more Chinese people? “Everything will turn out fine,” the radio broadcaster says today. I have forgotten something. The sewerage system stopped working in the summer. Soldiers watch out that nobody bathes in the river. Many people have diarrhoea, but cholera has not broken out. We are pleasantly surprised that tumbledown houses in the city centre are being renovated.
“At Dusk”, 1993” © Boris Mikhailov/Suzanne Tarasieve Paris
“At Dusk”, 1993” © Boris Mikhailov/Suzanne Tarasieve Paris
“At Dusk”, 1993” © Boris Mikhailov/Suzanne Tarasieve Paris
Pregnant women often find it difficult to cross the road because of heavy traffic. I have already seen a picture for the new pink book, at dawn: A woman held up her new-born son by the foot, then lifted it up above her head, and he suddenly looked like a Buddha. The woman kissed him.
A new life has been born.”
- Boris Mikhailov
maison martin margiela duvet coat, a/w 1999-00 presentation
Mary Wigman, Traumgestalt, 1927
Leica
真継不二夫 © 1938
Published by Genko-sha
transit
Daido Moriyama © 2002
Published by 彩都メディアラボ
Untitled, 1995 by Mimmo Paladino
Mariana Mauricio Fork [2010]
Rite Aid 35mm 400
Glendale, CA
Top, photograph by Philip-Lorca diCorcia, Catherine, 1981. Via. Bottom, photograph by Jason Lazarus, Jimi Hendrix Penis (cast by Cynthia Plaster Caster, February 25, 1968), 2010. Via.
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“The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth—it is the truth which conceals that there is none.
The simulacrum is true.”
EcclesiastesBOOM. Fucking truth bomb. You’re like, “What’s a simulacrum?” It’s Latin for copying shit. Like painting pictures of God, V-Card Mary, the Holy Fucking Ghost. Except that I’m gonna be the first to say that maybe those copies end up turning into their own reality, one that you might even call “hyperreal.” Oh, and I might also point out that this is because there is no God.
Sean Joseph Patrick Carney, “The Precession of Simulacra” by Jean Baudrillard, Translated from English into American, for Continent, 2012. Thank you Sam.
Top, photograph by Robert Frank, Parade, Hoboken, New Jersey, 1959, from the series The Americans. Via. Bottom, photograph by Emil van Moerkerken, Café aux petits garçons, 1936, Gelatin Silver Print. Via.
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We live more and more in a world stripped bare by film, a world that tends to peel off its own image. Hundreds of thousands of screens make us watch, during the news broadcasts, the extraordinary shedding performed each day by tens of thousands of cameras. As soon as it forms, history’s skin peels off again.
André Bazin, from Why We Fight: History, Documentation, and the Newsreel, 1946. Via.
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The physical connection between mother and fetus is provided by the placenta, an organ, built of cells from both the mother and fetus, which serves as a conduit for the exchange of nutrients, gasses, and wastes. Cells may migrate through the placenta between the mother and the fetus, taking up residence in many organs of the body including the lung, thyroid muscle, liver, heart, kidney and skin.
(…) We are accustomed to thinking of ourselves as singular autonomous individuals, and these foreign cells seem to belie that notion, and suggest that most people carry remnants of other individuals. As remarkable as this may be, stunning results from a new study show that cells from other individuals are also found in the brain. In this study, male cells were found in the brains of women and had been living there, in some cases, for several decades.
(…) We all consider our bodies to be our own unique being, so the notion that we may harbor cells from other people in our bodies seems strange. Even stranger is the thought that, although we certainly consider our actions and decisions as originating in the activity of our own individual brains, cells from other individuals are living and functioning in that complex structure. However, the mixing of cells from genetically distinct individuals is not at all uncommon. This condition is called chimerism after the fire-breathing Chimera from Greek mythology, a creature that was part serpent part lion and part goat.Robert Martone, Scientists Discover Children’s Cells Living in Mothers’ Brains - The connection between mother and child is ever deeper than thought, for Scientific American, December 2012.








