The exhibition features a new major sculptural installation inspired by Varda's time in Los Angeles in the late 1960s.
“We had a convertible car. We were playing the game. Then I would drive. I would take Pico and go from the ocean to downtown. I would do Sunset Boulevard that turns a lot. I would do all the streets—Venice Boulevard... I was impressed…"
Poor Times New Roman sits alone in a gentleman's club, reading a real newspaper, getting its fingers ink stained.
Ah the Times New Roman font, created in the early 30's by Stanley Morrison via a commission by The Times Of London. It reeks a very crypto- imperial aura of authority and power. It is a stern Praetorian guard of a font, standing bolt upright and radiating truth, clarity and control.
The Imagist is a hydra. The Imagist is an omnivore. It travels the world's fashion weeks and art fairs, film festivals and award shows. It goes from hotel to nightclub to art gallery to boutique to bar to bookstore to beach to record shop devouring: hunting for a tremor or a twitch that could change things. Does that make The Imagist a whore? Its all about the ( visual ) orgasm no?