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mysharona1987 · 1 year
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Ok, but Skinamarink really does sound like one of the most divisive horror movies in a while.
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theamoristwriter · 1 year
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"It seems to me more than ever that I am a victim of introspection" ~ Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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cupsofsilver · 1 year
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“Navidson is "forced to light the cover of the book as well as the spine," causing him to burn his fingers and lose some of the text. Left in the end with one page and one match, Navidson literally consumes and lets be consumed the last remnant of the book: "First, he reads a few lines by match light and then as the heat bites his fingertips he applies the flame to the page. Here then is one end: a final act of reading, a final act of consumption. And as the fire rapidly devours the paper, Navidson's eyes frantically sweep down over the text, keeping just ahead of the necessary immolation, until as he reaches the last few words, flames lick around his hands, ash peels off into the surrounding emptiness, and then as the fire retreats, dimming, its light suddenly spent, the book is gone leaving nothing behind but invisible traces already dismantled in the dark" (467). What we experience here is an inversion of the postmodern topos of the mise en abyme: stripped of its epistemologically debilitating impact, this episode of Navidson reading the very text in which he figures as a fictional character functions to foreground the equivalence between the two forms of consumption— reading and material destruction— here thematized. The point, then, is to emphasize the absence of any "sacred text"-literally instanced by the destruction of Navidson's copy of House of Leaves— and the primacy of the singular act of reading that forms its necessary correlate.”
Mark B.N. Hansen, The Digital Topography of Mark Z. Danielewski's House of Leaves
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futurebird · 2 years
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"Maitland Smith": Post-Modern Design Nightmares
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What sort of person owns a "jewelry box" like this? What sort of home could hold such an object? Make sense of it? give it context or meaning? It only really makes sense in a big empty house, where the objects can function like art in a gallery. Elevated by the clutter-free space around them.
"Maitland Smith": two little words that are the search key to a whole universe of forgotten design horrors and delights. "Memphis Design" gets more attention. "Maitland Smith" is the stuffy cousin.
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Don't worry they aren't real. But, does that make it that much better? You didn't inherit a real pair from your robber baron grandfather, but with these you could say. "If killing endangered species weren't as out of style as they are... you know I totally would."
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It's so whimsical... and yet classic.
Unapologetically post modern, an ascendent symbol of 1980s excess. These bits of furniture and bric-a-brac defined an era. Or maybe an error.
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These rooms feel like places I've been. Places where I don't belong.
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You've seen this kind of thing before haven't you?
Remember the house in the move Beetlejuice? The strange gaudy, clearly expensive, "whimsical," taste of that family? That's Maitland. It's those coffee tables that look like a huge stack of books. Because you are a refined intellectual but you have a sense of humor.
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Yes, this table is covered in little marble tiles. It's incredibly heavy, cold to the touch, impractical, a mockery of the antique writing desk it imitates. But, it's also fascinating. An object from another world.
I don't know why I have such an intense reaction to this stuff. I'm attracted to it but also very deeply repulsed. It has echos of the Victorian with all their fascination with the artificial and the imitation. But, it also screams MONEY in all the worst ways.
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Is it just me? What do you feel when you look at this stuff?
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cravinganescape · 1 year
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Korben Dallas room designed by Benjamin Guedj
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hipstafootprint · 2 years
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Postmodernism and an Ironing Board · Graz · Austria
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centralparkblues · 1 year
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Jean-Michel Basquiat, 1960-1988
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esstudyblr · 1 year
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Hate presentations for projects, why can’t we just start to do the project itself already.
But the Tchai Ovna teahouse made it more bearable.
22/11/2022
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thedirectorscuts · 2 years
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WORK IN PROGRESS
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Changes??? Hello???
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kickinchicken26 · 1 year
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She Dreams in Color
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artsinet · 1 year
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Tsugio Hattori - Muse
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postmodernist voice: *it’s a discursive construction*
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takovata-img · 2 years
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Racist Character of Today:
DreamWastaken from the DSMP Series
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womenareonline · 1 year
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Why is admitting you feel alone so hard?
We all live in this postmodern society where loneliness is a pillar (I remember this from a uni class or something). The postmodern human feels alone. We have managed to create a society that feels lonely and separated from everyone so we all end up alone. I’m not saying this is due to technology because that would be very hypocritical of me (coming online and blaming technology). But who knows why we are all so alone? Why have we lost so much human contact? We lost our social circles and institutions. My catholic uni would say we lost connection with religion and God but what about atheism and agnosticism? I don’t know why we are alone, but we are. Individualism: all about taking care of yourself; it is the belief and practice that every person is unique and self-reliant. We break from that idea of community and only focus on ourselves. That’s scary. However, no one wants to admit it. No one speaks up when they feel alone. We pretend we are ok and we pretend it’s nothing. Why are we so afraid to admit we feel what we are feeling? I just read an article where the person pointed out how lately pop music is not speaking up about being alone but would talk about other very superficial feelings. Why? Why is even pop music afraid to admit we are alone? Why can’t art explain how the postmodern human is alone? And in defense of technology, I think with online communities we have created a new bond and way to communicate. It’s easier now to find people with whom you can talk about what you like or your feelings. It’s easier to find a sense of community and closeness. But maybe we do need physical contact too and that’s why we are still alone. That’s why it’s not working. There are also “bad” online communities. Last week I found myself in a subreddit filled with men making degrading comments about women (Out of curiosity I left when I couldn’t bare to see another man explaining to women how to feel). Those communities unfortunately still exist online and maybe even alienate groups even more. I think we all feel alone at some point but are too scared to admit it. And who knows why, because we all feel that. 
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