Matthew Thurber’s “Hong Kong Bong”

Comic book artist Matthew Thurber is a man of many talents. In addition to his cartooning and painting (see my post on the Hope Gallery’s Male Odor Monsters show for some of his canvas work and his comic 1-800-Mice), he’s also a multi-talented musical savant. Perhaps best known for playing saxaphone in Soiled Mattress and the Springs (which, sadly, has recently disbanded), Thurber’s currently concentrating on a solo project called Ambergris, which sounds something like Captian Beefheart and Steve Buscemi getting funky in a sea of broken glass, and sometimes reminds me of early Of Montreal records, and sometimes sounds like the video game score for a dangerously jocular trek through a demonic Eastern European elementary school.

I’m not sure if this will help clarify what the project is all about, but here’s how Thurber describes the latest Ambergris release, a cassette tape entitled “Anti-Matter Alma Matter.”

The soundtrack to an art exhibit displayed in Switzerland and Brooklyn, side 1 is a radio play-style dialogue describing the amnesia-riddled dialogue between two students of the Carrot University of Time Travel, one of whom is a teenage girl made of crystal. Side two is a suite of songs which were performed during the exhibition, in which the same characters find themselves trapped in a Wormhole for all eternity, due to poor study skills.

Wormholes and Sperm Whales aside, I’m in love with the prolific artist’s latest comic book. The final Soiled Mattress album, entitled Honk Honk Bonk!, was recently released on vinyl, accompanied (for a limited time) by complimentary copies of Thurber’s Hong Kong Bong.

It’s a story of intrigue and betrayal, taking place in the near future ( “Filmed in front of a live audience at Family Bookstore, Los Angeles © MCMXI” ), when a string of Kombucha overdoses leads notorious police detective Serpico into the seedy underbelly of “The Smell” — a 2000s-themed animal-only nightclub in Upper Bed-Stuy Heights, New York, full of shape-shifting spies and sinister scenesters covering up a horrible secret! It’s worth the cost of a useless vinyl disc (JK, analog-lovers) for the hilarious puns, fedoras, and psychedelic non sequiturs alone.

+ Video interview of Soiled Mattress and The Springs from The Fader
+ Soiled Mattress keyboardist Peter Schutte’s awesome music videos for the band

post a comment | Art, Books, Music | posted on August 12, 2008 at 7:42 pm
MIX LA Summer Picnic

Inspired by 20 years of the highly reputable MIX NYC festival, Rudy Bleu, Kent Martin and Irinia Contreras have taken it upon themselves to establish MIX LA, a festival of queer experimental short film. The festival itself will be taking place next spring, but the group is throwing a warm-up event next Saturday: the MIX LA Summer Picnic!

Hosted by queer hip hop artist Deadlee and local artist Xochitl Brown, the schedule includes performances by artists Ian MacKinnon, The MOVEMENT movement, Cucci and select recent films by Erica Cho, Matt Johnstone, Sean M. Johnson, EMR, Chris Vargas, Patrick Stephenson, Paula Cronin, and Julia Snapper.

Come on out and have a picnic with your video art-loving pals– it’s free! And there’s an epic dance performance, and a sex toy fashion show. What more could you ask for?

A still from Sean M. Johnson’s “Boyhood Play” video series, and Mecca from The MOVEMENT movement

4 comments | Art, Los Angeles, Night Life | posted on August 7, 2008 at 9:21 pm
Steve McQueen: Artist, Filmmaker, Stone Fox

Even though he won the fancy Turner Prize in 1999 and the Caméra d’Or at Cannes earlier this year, I’d never heard of Steve McQueen until I found myself flipping through the photos from Yohji Yamamoto’s latest men’s collection runway show. Perhaps the venerable Japanese designer was following the fashion world’s recent shift towards self-congratulatory open-mindedness (i.e. Vivienne Westwood’s creepy muscle-bear runway model, or Italian Vogue’s much-lauded all-black issue– which was promptly followed by a return to the vanilla status quo), or perhaps Yamamoto simply decided that at the age of 65 he can pretty much do whatever the hell he wants, but in any case, the runway was strutted by a hodgepodge of highly unusual models. Amongst the de facto mop-topped pixies and intimidatingly high-cheekboned youngsters, the audience was treated to a handful of grandfatherly models (including one with a gimp leg) and– in the words of style.com writer Tim Blanks– the “defiantly chunky” British artist Steve McQueen.

I can’t help but think that Yamamoto had some irony in mind when he chose the handsomely robust McQueen as his proxy for a statement on the politics of body size: after all, McQueen’s much-acclaimed debut feature, Hunger, is all about using the human body as a political weapon. Centering on the final weeks in the life of of imprisoned IRA member Bobby Sands, McQueen’s film examines the passion and struggle that fueled the 1981 Irish Hunger Strike. The film has been ruffling a few feathers in the UK over its seemingly sympathetic portrayal of Sands, but McQueen himself refuses to take sides. Confronted by a reporter who baits, “I would argue, [Sands] comes out looking heroic,” McQueen responds, “Not for me … If he’s in a movie, people walk around thinking he’s heroic. It doesn’t matter what he’s doing in the movie, he will be thought of as heroic. That’s the movies. You put anyone in a movie, and people think that person’s heroic.”

In fact, Steve McQueen has built a reputation for not taking a position on his own work. 1993’s Bear, the silent short film that put him on the map, depicts a naked wrestling match between two black men (one of whom is McQueen). “Narrative and visual contexts, however, are absent,” wrote David Frankel in ArtForum, “this nude wrestling match has neither origin nor outcome, and happens in seeming darkness. What remains is the play of the men’s feelings - there is smiling and laughter, but also challenge, caution, tension, alarm, and a certain erotic buzz as the sparring goes through its phases.” Pulling the viewer into the film’s all-around ambiguity by forcing them to watch it in a completely darkened gallery room, McQueen doesn’t clarify any of the questions he raises, leaving his audience to construct their own point of view.

McQueen’s unyielding distance from his own work has always stood in stark contrast to the indulgent autobiography of his “Young British Artist” contemporaries like Tracey Emin, who became a press darling when she was shortlisted for the Turner Prize with her hopelessly self-absorbed work “My Bed” in 1999, the year McQueen won. “His victory was greeted by the London Evening Standard with a cover photo of Tracey Emin ‘not winning the Turner Prize.’ McQueen was tucked away on page five,” wrote Iain Aitch on GettingIt.com.

McQueen finally found himself in the public spotlight in 2007 with a work which, like Hunger, raises questions about the problematic position of the human body in modern politics. Selected by the semi-governmental Imperial War Museum to act as the nation’s official “War Artist,” McQueen’s resulting piece, Queen and Country, is simply a series of postage stamps depicting 98 armed service members who have died in Iraq. In a time in which images of the war dead have been banned in the media, when governments choose to sweep the idea of these unwanted corpses from an unpopular war under the rug, the UK’s Royal Mail service has quietly refused to turn McQueen’s work into real commemorative stamps– even after an outpouring of public support for the project.

That McQueen has been able to cause such controversy by doing something so benign– something that isn’t explicitly pro-war or anti-war, and might actually honor these casualties– demonstrates the beauty of McQueen’s detached perspective. Placing himself in opposition to the self-centered delusion fostered by micro-blogging, reality television and tabloid minutiae, McQueen steps away from himself and acts as an apolitical provocateur, presenting uncomfortable questions and allowing the audience to take their own positions.

Also, he’s adorable! Let’s hope he continues to pursue a career in modeling– I can definitely picture him as the new face of Dior Homme.

2 comments | Art, Fashion, Movies | posted on August 5, 2008 at 12:27 pm
Max Erdenberger’s Posters for Change

Graphic designer Max Erdenberger created the dazzling seizure-inducing animation in Gnarls Barkley’s “Run” video, writes the always-enlightening art & design blog Viewers Like You, and just released a series of beautiful posters promoting environmental responsibilty.

Originally commissioned by eco-clothing brand NAU’s philanthropic arm, Partners for Change, the posters never saw the light of day until Erdenberger came up with a unique solution to a very modern problem: how do you justify the unavoidably copious carbon emissions of a cross-country move?

“I already pay about $400 a year to make my family a carbon neutral family,” says Erdenberger, who recently moved 950 miles from smoggy L.A. to the great outdoors of the Pacific Northwest. “The move is an especially nasty polluter.” So the designer decided to dust off his eye-popping eco-loving posters and sell them to fund the offset of his recent carbon-emission shopping spree.

“The carbon offsetting I will do with the proceeds involves calculating how much carbon is generated while transporting all our stuff in a truck, flying our family of 3 in a jet, and transporting both of our cars on the back of a semi truck. Then, selecting a organization that funds the planting of trees, and promoting alternative energy.”

The series of five posters are available for purchase on imagekind.com, with a plethora of size and paper type options to display your devotion to ecological sustainability (and good graphic design!) however you see fit. Max also recommends checking out your own carbon impact and joining the community at WeCanSolveIt.org.

1 comment | Art | posted on July 31, 2008 at 4:32 pm
Evan Gruzis Conjures the Dystopian Eighties

With all the venetian shades, shattered Ray Bans, and menacing palm trees in former Los Angeleno Evan Gruzis’ ink paintings, it’s no surprise that the artist lists Bret Easton Ellis as a major influence. The foreboding Eighties imagery that permeates through Gruzis’ smoggy dystopia matches Less Than Zero’s particular brand of numbed So-Cal excess far more accurately than the Robert Downey Jr.-starring pseudo-adaptation, which turned a soul-crushing satire of Reagan-era alienation into an after school special about the dangers of narcotics.

Gruzis’ paintings also conjure the aforementioned era’s seductively vacuous reinterpretation of film noir thrillers: Michael Mann’s Manhunter, William Fridekin’s To Live and Die in L.A., Paul Schrader’s American Gigolo, and Brian De Palma’s Body Double, to name a few disparate examples. It was an unsung cinematic movement marked by chaste indulgence, with gold-plated Mercedes, black velvet, and bachelor pads full of stuffy extravagance serving as a backdrop for gruff men on sexually violent missions that involved guns, broken mirrors, and synth-heavy, droning musical scores.

It all adds up to a seemingly disaffected, almost hopeless mystery. But Gruzis makes a specific point to distance himself from mere nihilist void-gazing, embedding underneath the dark sense of humor a subtle tenderness that makes his work all the more fascinating. From Fecal Face’s fantastic interview with Gruzis:

I’m going to take a stand and say that I don’t advocate cynicism. Think about it: what does it generate other than negative rhetoric, more cynicism? I want my work to be more open than that. I treat what I do as absurdist and sometimes satirical, modes that have tradition within culture and media. These can often resemble cynicism, and it’s tricky not to cross the line. Much of my work is intentionally vapid, but I don’t intend it to be negative.

4 comments | Art | posted on July 25, 2008 at 5:52 pm
Cloud Eye Control

Imagine an expertly animated film about outer space (or a subterranean lair, or the inside of a human body) where live performers come out, interact in choreographed precision with the projected image, sing opera, and then do a disco dance on the moon with their own clones. And then suddenly the screen opens up and the performers disappear into another world, where projected light is liberated from a standard rectangular screen and matches up perfectly with an array of glowing crystals. That’s pretty much what Cloud Eye Control is, but it’s a million times radder than I can possibly describe.

A trio of Los Angeles-based artists comprised of former physics student/director-animator Miwa Matreyek, master projectionist/digital media artist Chi-wang Yang, and actress-musician Anna Oxygen (who also happened to curate Conversations That Never Happened), Cloud Eye Control explain themselves thusly:

Whether through a re-imagining of Charles Lindbergh’s trans-Atlantic flight, the discovery of powerful crystals underground, or one woman’s interstellar search for a new home, a common theme in our stories is human adaptation in a technological world. To realize these stories, we project pre-rendered animation and live camera imagery onto various surfaces on the stage, and this imagery functions as scenery and virtual actor. Both high and low tech methods are used to allow the live actor to interact with the media. These methods range from custom-built interactive video software to the physical manipulation of video puppets.

Thanks to my friend Patrick, I happened to catch their performance at the REDCAT last night and was completely blown away. The manner in which they meld performance and video art is so complex, fascinating, and most of all entertaining, I’m pretty sure my mouth was locked in a permanent smile for the duration of their display.

I really hope they perform again soon, because I can’t wait watch it all again– but if you’re not busy tonight, I implore you to make a trip to the REDCAT at 8:30 for their final performance at the NOW Festival. Just make sure you’re prepared to lose your shit.

1 comment | Art, Los Angeles | posted on July 19, 2008 at 1:42 pm
Conversations That Never Happened

There’s a photo of my boyfriend chucking a handful of cumquat toward the camera hanging on an art gallery wall in Chinatown, but you only have one day left to see it in person before it disappears! I know– it’s kinda short notice– but we only just got around to checking out the show ourselves earlier today, hence the untimeliness of this posting. It’s part of a photo project called Conversations That Never Happened, from the genius mind of punk legend Tamala Poljak (co-curated by the amazing Anna Oxygen).

200 portraits of Tamala’s friends and close relations make up the show, and they’re each pictured in the act of eating various foods against the uniform backdrop of Tamala’s navy blue kitchen wall. Shot over a span of two years, the images were unveiled for the first time at the Telic Arts Exchange on June 28th, arranged in a giant grid, like the biggest “MySpace Top Friends” ever. After a series of amazing-sounding dinner theater events that took place over the past three weeks, tomorrow night (July 19th) will mark the closing reception of the show, in the form of a “secret picnic café.”

Modeled after cafes in the Pacific Northwest D.I.Y. communities and historically referencing prohibition speakeasies, the café will use word of mouth to draw participants to a donation based picnic café, set up in and outside of TELIC. Paloma Parfrey will be recreating traditional picnic foods while Katie Byron reinvents what a picnic means through an installation. Performances begin @ 6pm.

Make sure to check it out before it disappears! Take a peek at a few shots of the show after the jump.

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2 comments | Art, Los Angeles | posted on July 18, 2008 at 11:43 pm
The Echo Park Time Travel Mart

In Echo Park, there’s a store that simply sells supplies for the everyday time traveler. From medieval weaponry to robot milk (for nursing baby robots, perhaps?) and dinosaur eggs for your Jurassic jaunts, the Echo Park Time Travel Mart has got you covered– whenever you’re going.

But wait, that’s not all! It also doubles as a free youth tutoring center run by 826LA, the So-Cal branch of McSweeney’s editor/literary superstar Dave Eggers‘ national network of non-profit programs dedicated to teaching students creative writing skills. I’ve been meaning to check out the Time Travel Mart since it opened this spring, so I finally got around to stopping by last night for the opening reception of a new installation in the storefront window. Los Angeles-based artist Amy Martin created a series of five posters that use a vintage travel agency aesthetic to advertise fabulous destinations throughout history and into the future.

The posters look fantastic up close– they remind me of something Scott Hansen would post on his highly refined design blog, ISO50. Currently on sale for just $20 at 826LA’s online store or at the center itself (1714 W. Sunset Blvd), all profits go towards “helping students 6 to 18 with their creative and expository writing skills, and to helping teachers inspire their students to write,” says Christina Galante, the store’s retail and events manager.

After the jump, check out the stuff on sale at the Time Travel Mart, and take a closer look at Amy Martin’s (time) travel posters.

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3 comments | Art, Los Angeles | posted on July 18, 2008 at 5:15 pm
Male Odor Monsters

Mail Order Monsters” is a totally sick action-packed, laser-blasting, tentacle-wrangling battle game for the Commodore 64. Likewise, “Male Odor Monsters” is a highly titillating, testosterone-impregnated (rationale here) new group show at Echo Park’s Hope Gallery. Teeming with the lo-fi crayon-colored psychedelia/neon childhood-nostalgic nightmare vibe that has come to dominate the experimental comics scene– and maybe avant-garde art in general– “Male Odor Monsters” features the work of Lightning Bolt drummer (and co-founder of Rhode Island’s legendary Fort Thunder) Brian Chippendale, Matthew Thurber, C.F. (a.k.a. Kites in the music world), and Kramer’s Ergot contributor Carlos Gonzales.

I was initially lured in to the show by Chippendale, whose zines I’ve become familiar with at stores like Family, Ooga Booga, and Giant Robot– but after checking out all the work, I’ve totally fallen in love with Matthew Thurber’s adorable intensity (e.g. the endearingly terrified horse in the picture above, entitled A Degree in Time Travel). I ended up slapping down a crisp Lincoln on the first issue of his new comic book, 1-800-Mice, which reads kinda like a Sally Cruikshank cartoon watched in the midst of a Vietnam acid flashback.

Check out my photos from the show after the jump, and make sure to stop by the Hope Gallery at 1547 Echo Park Ave before August 5th to experience the odor intimately.

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5 comments | Art, Los Angeles | posted on July 17, 2008 at 1:17 am
Pamela Michelle Johnson

Pamela Michelle Johnson’s enormous oil paintings of delicious fast food are unnerving the fuck out of me. They’re so intimidating in their unbearable silence, their accusatory reticence. Frozen against a foreboding background of smoky severity, Johnson’s teetering towers of seductively menacing junk exist in a world of melancholy nothingness that takes cues from the forced formality of a corporate businessman’s headshot. Alluding to both the family restaurant world’s alien extreme close-ups and the vacation-gallery art world’s eerie reverence of emotionless fruit bowls, Johnson manages to strip her inanimate subjects of advertising’s glazed-over glamour and the standard still life’s vapidity to take a look at iconic American edibles that’s equal parts uncanny and sublime.

While it’d be easy to pass Johnson’s work off as base commentary on our “Fast Food Nation,” I feel her paintings go beyond mere cautionary nutritional tales and into the murky realm of advertising’s intersection with identity. American culture (especially youth culture) is inundated with visual messages from marketers repeatedly associating cheap, unhealthy food with the concept of fulfillment and pleasure. Huge burgers and donuts are often presented taking up the whole length and width of a magazine page, or a TV screen. There’s nowhere to look outside of the Pop Tart, the cupcake: it’s everything. And after enough repetition, the message sinks in: not only is the Big Mac everything, it’s your everything. Advertisers strive to cauterize that bond, to make their cheap food products a vital part of your identity– to convince you that you’d feel empty in their absence.

Johnson’s paintings are dark caricatures of this unspoken marketing manifesto. They offer us the same familiar foods on enormous canvases– but instead of charming us into submission, these images overwhelm us with their eerie meaninglessness. Worse: they remind us of how irrevocably affixed we’ve become to their sugary, colorful, high fructose symbolism. Because no matter how menacing these towers of PBJ’s may appear, they still make me kinda hungry. Like Pavlov’s Dog, Americans have become trained to respond with an almost erotic desire towards the all-too-familiar imagery of idealized junk food. And Johnson’s totally cock-blocking that love affair, with her own highly nuanced brand of creepiness.

+ Interview with Pamela Johnson at Neotericart
+ Video interview with Johnson from Bad at Sports

5 comments | Art | posted on July 15, 2008 at 6:05 pm
Greg Lynn’s Blobwall Pavillion

I went downtown to Sci-Arc on Friday for the opening of theoretical architect Greg Lynn’s new Blobwall exhibition. What’s a blobwall? According to MoCo Loco, it’s, well, a blob. Made of interlocking modular trilobal “blob units” constructed robotically out of a “low-density, recyclable, impact-resistant polymer,” the Blobwall provides an unusual alternative to a traditional building material: the brick. It sounds fancy and complicated– but it’s really just a big, weird, candy-colored sculpture that looks cool. The Blobwall is surrounded by a series of plastic orbs sticking out of the gallery walls, encasing Lynn’s personal collection of robot-themed toys. Check out my pictures from the show after the jump!

Update: Apparently, the Blobwall completely collapsed just hours after these photos were taken. Damn unreliable construction robots!

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4 comments | Art, Los Angeles | posted on June 1, 2008 at 1:18 pm
Matthew Lock’s Unnerving Illustrations & Thoughts on the Apocalypse

Imagine a world of decaying summer camp cabins and foggy Icelandic canyons, where long-haired metal dudes fraternize at Renaissance Faires and gnomish road warriors in handmade robes attend their sisters’ Satanic school plays. Space aliens and homesick hobos litter post-apocalyptic burlesque houses where Slayer-loving ladies of the night dance with zebras and sport Cthulhu tattoos. This is Matthew Lock’s world– a dark daydream empire where Atreyu may have ended up in his teenage years, sick of peaceful flights on Falkor’s back, searching for something a little more dark, lonely, or nostalgic– a place both hilarious and unnerving.

It was his LiveJournal, Koalas in Love, that first sucked me in. Casually littered with some of the most mind-blowingly bizarre and quietly romantic found photography I’ve ever seen, Koalas in Love tells two stories. First, in his written words, Lock’s personal observations tell the story of a young man who’s mad as hell with the status quo, and overwhelmed by the nauseating widespread side effects of American capitalism. Second, through his found images as well as his own artwork, Lock spins a tale of what could be, using his keen aesthetic sensibilities to project his societal frustration into something altogether transcendent.

Lock’s brilliant notebook-style drawings and vividly saturated paintings have been hung on gallery walls from Portland to Sweden, printed on record covers, and bound into zines for über-cool art book publishers Nieves and Cederteg. A handful of his illustrations are currently on display at the Junc Gallery in Silver Lake for the “Chimera Fronteria” show, which continues through May 11th. The artist was kind enough to answer a bevy of inane questions about irony, Homer Simpson and the apocalypse.

Hobos and Homer Simpson seem to pop up frequently in your work. What fascinates you about homeless vagabonds and Matt Groening’s lethargic father figure?
I find hobos to be great drawing subjects because they can be such interesting and comical characters. I think that they represent finding pleasure in many of the simpler things or perhaps represent living outside the system. Of course, in real life, this often isn’t true– but that classic hobo with the bag on the stick slung over his shoulder, wandering throughout the country without any ties… it’s nice to fantasize about.

Homer Simpson is the quintessential American person in many ways. He is almost passionately ignorant, lazy, totally out of shape, and dependent on Duff’s and bad entertainment to keep his tiny mind busy. I sometimes feel surrounded by Homer Simpsons. I also think he looks funny.


Your work is at times instilled with a sense of social frustration that’s mirrored in your writings. What annoys you most in the world?
Well, I am frustrated with so much that I’m not even going to attempt to make even the most basic list. I think our world is fucked. I think our Western society is in decay, all religion is an illusion, our planet is dying and people are morons who don’t read books. That’s probably a good “fiery” short statement. I just don’t see how the current average human being can really rise above the filth to repair what’s left of our planet. Therefore, it’s frustrating to me. While I can make personal modifications in my own life, it doesn’t really impact or change anything.

It’s also staggering how many truths are really lies. The average person might buy a 99-cent jug of “orange juice” at the store and think they are being healthy. Of course, it’s only 10% juice and there’s high-fructose corn syrup in it, among other unnatural things. The most frustrating thing is that people think we live in some enlightened age and are on the threshold of greatness. If only that were true…

Describe your ideal post-apocalyptic scenario.
Unfortunately, it often seems that within my lifetime the world will witness some kind of horrible event. Ideally, I would like to be a traveling bard/warrior, riding an armored horse (with makeshift scrap armor). I would battle mutated survivors, religious cults and all elite bastards… infiltrating their underground bunker mansions and stealing their gold/water.


Describe your perfect woman.
Hmm… my perfect woman. I guess she would have to be fairly skinny, allergic to religion, not into making kids and intelligent. It would also be cool if she rode a motorcycle and had a bachelor’s degree in space science. Maybe if she could also like Judas Priest and be from another country (I could get citizenship!). Oh yeah… she can’t be clingy either.

I went to a Dimmu Borgir show in the O.C. recently (with about 500 teenagers), and it was possibly the worst live music experience of my life. I’m not entirely opposed to metal, in spite of my ordinarily soft-tempered musical inclinations– the aesthetic of vintage metal, for instance, is highly alluring. What aspects of metal do you identify with, and is there anything about it that you dislike?
Well for starters, Dimmy Borgir are like a bastardized WWE version of extreme metal, so I can only imagine how horrible it was to sit through their set. The crowd probably had the collective intelligence of a skunk, but I realize that they are kids… it’s slightly understandable.

Metal, to me, is more than music. It’s a spirit of rebellion and defiance, pride in self, connection to nature, questioning what you are told and general escapism. Perhaps you are empowered by beauty in life and “soft-tempered musical inclinations,” as you put it… so be it. If that’s what gives you an escape from reality and sense of personal strength, then listen away.


I am pretty much a loner type of guy. I spend a lot of time alone and metal really gives me a sense of confidence and self-empowerment. Metal also helps me to escape from reality and confront thoughts on death, the cosmos, the future of humanity and many topics pop music fails to address.

I guess my main problem with metal is people’s false perception of it. Equating it with stupidity, “cheesiness” and immaturity. I dislike a lot of the über-elitism that plagues metal. In certain cases it’s called for, but it can tend to be annoying. I mainly listen to a lot of old metal for the most part.

Who are your favorite artists and illustrators, and how has their work impacted your own aesthetic?
I like looking at art by Mark Delong, Ben Schumacher, Frederic Fleury, Justin B. Williams, Mehdi Hercberg and Jason McLean, to name a few. These particular artists that I have mentioned have really influenced me in becoming more loose, free and spur-of-the-moment in my drawing/painting. For such a long time, I was very restrained and so particular about even the smallest mistake. Over time I mentally overcame this problem, thanks in part to discovering some of these artists. I like how “fun” and imaginative these artists are. I also like some old dead people such as Pieter Bruegel and the American folk artist Mary Ann Willson.


What role does irony play in your work?
I think my work is ironic in the sense that it’s seemingly an escape from reality– by creating odd looking characters and situations– but at the same time, it embodies so much of our actual world and its many problems. I might draw some aliens at a bar, and this is not the least bit realistic. At the same time there might be cameras in the bar, a depressed hobo in the corner, trash all over the floor and peeling wallpaper. You see?

Are you working on any big projects at the moment? What can you tell us about the graphic novel you mentioned on your blog?
I’m always just working on little projects here and there. The one big thing I am going to be starting in the near future is a snowboard design for Monument Snowboards. The graphic novel is merely one of my wild dreams/on-and-off projects that may not ever see the light of day. I can’t really work on it in just any mood, and I often have other projects that have deadlines and stuff.

7 comments | Art, Interviews | posted on April 22, 2008 at 4:54 pm
Nima Nourizadeh’s Sincerely Fake Music Videos

British videomaker Nima Nourizadeh is happy to shatter your suspension of disbelief. Distorting music video conventions, Nourizadeh frames his colorfully compelling clips with a playful sense of self-awareness. “I’m interested in how videos are made— what’s outside the frame,” he says. “I find there’s something quite nice about letting people in on what’s really going on.” In a post-Laguna Beach world, where fortunes are made by manipulating audiences to believe that what’s fake is “reality,” Nourizadeh’s videos throw a spotlight on the cracks and crevices of MTV’s counterfeit glamour. Whether it’s revealing a disinterested film crew standing just outside the frame of a heartfelt ballad (Lily Allen’s “Littlest Things”) or deconstructing the illusory enchantment of green screen technology (Hot Chip’s “Over and Over”), Nourizadeh is fascinated with the filters of artifice that irrevocably separate a music video’s performance from its audience. “I don’t want to hide anything,” he says. “I’m very much into people connecting with me, and showing them the rougher side of the video.”

With a couple dozen videos under his belt, Nourizadeh regularly works with artists who straddle the ambiguous divide between subculture and mainstream, ranging from Aussie indie poppers Architecture in Helsinki to British grime-rapper Lady Sovereign. They’re the type of artists who once upon a time (in the ancient era before broadband Internet) would have struggled to find an audience—to say nothing of video play. MySpace and YouTube have opened up a world-wide stage for small-time musicians, and Nourizadeh’s jarringly unconventional videos reflect that sudden change in the status quo.


His clip for “A Cause Des Garcons” by Yelle—who gained immense popularity on MySpace—feels like a professional production of a silly childhood musical fantasy. Revealing a soundstage decked out in cartoony ‘80s set-design flair, the video shows Yelle’s hairdryer and moisturizer springing to life to show off their impressive dance moves and prepare the unassuming star for a fashion magazine cover shoot. It plays like something Yelle might have dreamed up while singing into a hairbrush before the Internet catapulted her into international superstardom.

It was a trifecta of tremendous videos that first clued me in on Nourizadeh’s brilliance: Chromeo’s retro-CGI polygon orgy, “Bonafide Lovin’,” Hot Chip’s schizofrenetic Bat-dance homage, “Ready for the Floor,” and finally, the unsettling Jodorowsky-inspired spectacle of Santogold’s “L.E.S. Artistes.” When I realized all three of these stunning videos were directed by someone who doesn’t (yet) have his own “Director’s Label” DVD, I had to find out more about him. I was lucky enough to catch Nourizadeh while he was in L.A. on one leg of a whirlwind transcontinental video-shooting tour, working on a Flight of the Concords video (“For the band, not the TV show,” he clarifies). He graciously took the time to explain how he ended up where he is.


“I actually studied fine arts,” says the director, of his academic roots at Central St. Martins. “So it was quite far away from what I’m doing now. I always sort of lent more towards a commercial style, and I remember my teachers telling me, ‘You’ll do really well in the commercial world,’ which was intended as a bit of a diss— but I remember thinking, ‘Cool. Brilliant.’”

Nourizadeh fell into the music video racket when his brother, a house music producer, asked him to cut together some footage he’d shot to match one of his tracks. “Doing music videos wasn’t ever what I intended to do,” he says, “but I felt like I could get some clues to directing. I could learn the craft a bit.” Establishing a video collective dubbed “The Imaginary Tennis Club” with two close friends, Nourizadeh got the ball rolling by approaching up-and-coming bands at their gigs to propose collaborations. “These days I find bands coming to me that share my aesthetic,” he says. “It’s a nice change of pace.”

After going solo in 2005 with the Tennis Club’s amicable disbanding, the director hit it big with the lovingly satirical green screen-themed clip for “Over and Over.” Like a magician who can’t resist explaining his tricks, Nourizadeh uses the video to demonstrate how easy it is to manipulate the viewer with simple special effects, rendering the cold reality of a blindingly green room both lyrical and hilarious— without dismissing the excitement and energy in Hot Chip’s tune. “Boasting great performances and tons of little jokes for the taking, this video is nearly as infectious as the song itself,” noted one not-easily-impressed Pitchfork writer when the clip was included in their “Top 25 Music Videos of 2006” list.


One of Nourizadeh’s greatest strengths as a filmmaker is his ability to translate personal concepts and preoccupations across a wide gamut of styles in videos created for a smorgasbord of incongruous artists, without ever distracting his audience from their music or veering into obnoxiously heavy-handed territory. He never falls out of sync with the artist’s style or their song, even when he’s busy juggling Jodorowsky homages with explorations into squib mechanics, using a legion of horrified hipsters expelling neon orange blood from their chests.

An avid collector of art books that reference film, fine art, and even computer-generated imagery, Nourizadeh garners much of his filmic inspiration from still photography. “Because it’s a pure moment that’s been captured—it’s just a still—you can really examine everything in it. I can look at why it’s been composed in that way, I can really consider the lighting. It gives you something that watching a film, or other videos, doesn’t.” Pressed to list some of his favorite photographers, however, the director explained that he tries not to become overly attached to the work of any individual artist. “I just look through random reference books,” he says, “and in some ways, I prefer not even knowing whose work it is—’cause that effects how I perceive their work. I can’t think of where exactly I get ideas from— I know it’s a combination of all these things that have accumulated over the years, on a completely subconscious level.”


For Chromeo’s “Bonafide Lovin’,” however, the video’s point of reference was crystal clear: “Dave 1 [Chromeo’s vocalist] was really into anything from the 80’s or early ‘90s— so we started going through a bunch of videos we liked from that time, and Dire Straits’ ‘Money for Nothing’ came up. And we both just suddenly went, ‘Fuck, that’s a really good video!’” Astonished by the visual similarities between the Laurel & Hardy-inspired CG characters in Dire Straits’ seminal video and the real-life appearances of Chromeo’s Dave 1 and P-Thugg, Nourizadeh quickly realized it was a match made in heaven, and set to work incorporating the song’s lyrics into his concept.

“For the actual animation of it, the hardest part was making sure the animators were really thinking that we don’t have today’s technology. Everything had to be made from a series of block shapes. If you wanted something that had a curve in it, it was about stepping blocks so it would appear to have a curve, rather than actually giving anything that rounded shape. In today’s standards, people are trying to make everything so photo-realistic. Everything’s gotta have a polish on it—but you don’t have to do it that way.”

I’d noticed a link between two of Nourizadeh’s videos and couldn’t resist inquiring about the deeper meaning of it all: “Ready for the Floor” and “L.E.S. Artistes” both feature the startling image of people being doused with buckets of paint thrown at them from off-camera. The director set the record straight on this strange coincidence: “With the Hot Chip one, it was a specific effect I was going for, and it turned out great,” he says. “With the Santogold video, it worked as well, because it fit with the concept of making a really gruesome scene. Dumping red paint over someone not only looks good, but it also looks quite graphic. And I knew I was going to get really great reactions from the girls, cause it was freezing that day. It was pretty authentic, I think, I how horrified they were.”

Mystery solved—just a jazzy visual effect coupled with a pinch of everyday cruelty. “I was actually thinking of doing it again, in the Concords video,” he says, laughing. “I thought, ‘That’d be pretty cool, if I had a signature bucket shot in every video.’ It’s good to be aware of what is good eye candy—what we actually enjoy looking at. And that’s one thing, copious liquids—people enjoy watching that. I’m just finding those things, over time… I’ve got one, so I’ve got to find a few more.”

With any luck, Nourizadeh will be able to pull out some of that eye candy in an aesthetically indulgent feature-length project sometime in the near future. “Doing videos is great, because it’s short, but it’s so intense. The amount you have to do is really such good preparation for making anything else,” says the filmmaker. “It’d be great if by the time I’m 35—I’ll give myself another five years—I’d have made a feature.” Let’s just hope Nourizadeh never stops coloring outside the lines.

3 comments | Art, Interviews, Video | posted on April 20, 2008 at 9:45 pm
Blood Is the New Black

Last night I went to the Blood is the New Black party/pop-up store/makeshift art gallery at a warehouse in Silver Lake. Mainly planning to check out the artwork by my friend Jesse, I stayed for the performance by Abe Vigoda, and ended up going home with the t-shirt pictured above.

Blood is the New Black is a T-shirt label that promotes artists of the “up-and-coming” variety by selling shirts with their designs on them. The one I got was designed by Patrick Jilbert, a Kentuckyian sketchbook artist who draws distorted figures with a maniacal urgency that isn’t that far off from the world of Neckface’s adorable demons.

The line features collaborations with Keith Shore, Josh Slater, and of course, the luminous Jesse Spears, amongst many more rad artsy types. At the moment, they’ve got a “blind bargain bag” deal happening online where you can get 5 random shirts from the artist that strikes your fancy for a mere $25. Nice!

2 comments | Art, Fashion | posted on April 13, 2008 at 8:53 am
Nikolay Saveliev’s Diplomatic Designs

Like Geoff McFetridge, Nikolay Saveliev is a graphic designer who plays in the astral sandbox of 1970s homage. But while McFetridge is content to revel in goofy California vibes inspired by high-school sketches and new-age children’s books, Saveliev’s work feels more like the woefully forgotten output of an unsettlingly avant-garde Ivy League minimalist with a soft-spot for the thinly-veiled formalism of sociopathic corporate art. And somehow, that’s incredibly fun. Saveliev is like Paul Rand’s misunderstood child prodigy, huddled over drafting paper until the wee hours of the morning, trying to add an enigmatic touch of hysterical beauty to a pamphlet about genital herpes.

His “Pop Matters” project, for instance, rehauls pop record sleeves from T.I., “Lil” Jon, Jessica Simpson, and a dozen others with the type of abstract precision you might expect from a text about Heidegger or Nuclear Physics. There’s something both hilarious and sublime about the gulf that Saveliev creates between the glitz and glamour of Kanye West and the scholarly sobriety of his restrained treatments. 140 copies of these faux-record sleeves were quietly slipped into various new and used record stores last year, in an art-prank that packed more punch than Banksy’s sorta-obvious and over-hyped Paris Hilton publicity stunt in 2006.

Just glancing at his stunningly beautiful RISD yearbook, or his program notes for a Michael Haneke retrospective film fest, you get the gut feeling that Saveliev actually cares about his audience. In the latter case, the designer circumvented the humdrum conventions of festival catalogues, forgoing the generic Kinko’s-stapled pamphlet. Instead, he crafted a set of separately sealed (spoiler alert!) pamphlets for each film in the program, lovingly presented inside a customized manila envelope. Relying entirely on his clever grasp of typeface and Haneke’s own striking images, Saveliev provided a unique, reverent supplement that no self-respecting cinéaste would leave under his or her seat at the end of a screening. That’s dedication.

Saveliev, who’s been garnering a lot of buzz on the internets lately, was gracious enough to answer a few questions. Read on to learn more about growing up in the shadow of a crumbling empire, the myths behind RISD, and the endless pleasures of Powerpoint-chic:

How long have you been designing, and what got you interested in the field?
My first paid design job was when I was 14, making computer game packaging for a small firm in Colorado; then I did some album covers, made piles of nice websites for things I liked, and created lots of kickdrum logos and band t-shirts. Nine years later, I’m still doing the same thing, but I get to work on a German fashion mag or a world bank in between kickdrums.

I’ve always had a lot of obscure interests, and doing design in service of those interests seemed like a good way to contribute and preach the gospel without directly partaking; it’s a sort of diplomacy, no? Essentially, I like to inform my friends about funny things.

Did you go to design school? What did you like/dislike like about your educational experience?
I went to RISD–the heavy emphasis on history, making meaningful decisions in service of content, an inherent skepticism of style, and encouragement of authorship were huge plusses for me. The myth plays RISD out as a sort of “great artist factory,” which it definitely isn’t, but there are always a few kids that do great things, and they usually feed off each other in the best ways possible.

What has the response been to your planted record sleeves for the “Pop Matters” project? Did anyone find the records and try to contact you?
Pop Matters was sort of a one-off that a friend of mine who worked at a local radio station saw; we brought it to his boss, and they gave us a little bit of money to seed them all over the Ocean State. The station got a few calls, which was great, but I never really got to find out exactly how much people liked them until they started getting blogged all over the place. I’m going to make another run of Pop Matters this year, but take all of the promotional content out and rewrite the insert; I’ll offer them up on my website for people to place in their own record collections.

What are your strongest sources of inspiration? Most unusual?
Well, I was born in Leningrad, Russia, and got a lot of my early childhood pop culture through a weird filter–the crumbling Iron Curtain. So I ended up thinking a lot of weird things were cool that would’ve probably never come to my attention had I had a regular All-American upbringing. But since I got to learn the English language from books, and culture from magazines, tapes, and records, & the Internet in this sort of immigrant-naïve way, I ended up with a pretty specific toolbox of tastes. I love folk-traditional culture and art, italo, industrial, new-wave, post-punk, and other 80s music flotsam, religious theories and sects, magical theories, hackers, bad cyberpunk novels, historical secrets, conspiracy theories, cold war geopolitics, and all sorts of other funny things. But on the other side, I just like pop music, being metal, and hanging out with my girlfriend. Regular populism mixed with serious obscurity works for me.

I like the idea of a consolidated aesthetic totality; what you make looks like what you listen to, sounds like what you wear, and speaks like what you believe in. In simpler terms, my girlfriend might look like she’s in a band I’d listen to, my haircut looks like it belongs in the chair I’m sitting in, and the work I’m designing might be written about in a book that I would read. Even my cat has to figure in there somehow. It’s a meticulous thing to maintain, but probably comes from the fact that I’ve discovered mostly everything through music, whether it’s ideologies, writers, artists, designers, cultures, subcultures, or other music. So it’s easy to tie things back into your work, as long as you keep your eyes and ears open, and maintain a healthy dose of critical thought.

I love what I can see of your zine, “The Dramatic Arc, Vol. I.” What’s the idea behind it, and are you planning future installments?
I’m putting a bunch of copies of Dramatic Arc together right now, so it should be up for grabs soon; it’s another case of me wanting to talk about things I love in a sort of obfuscated context. I took the lyrics from some of my favorite new-wave and post-punk staples, and holistically diagrammed them in this sort of ascetic Powerpoint-chic. The entire zine is filled with inside references to these bands and lyrics, which I hope some people might pick up on; ideally it’ll end up as an impetus for research–people might look up the lyrics, band histories, or simply listen to the songs. Hopefully, it’ll get a few people interested in some of this stuff, just because it’s in a new context; people who might have picked it up because, well, “hey, rad zine,” but ended up with a lot of hidden information and lots and lots of levels of content.

In Dramatic Arc Vol I., most of the songs’ content follows a classic dramatic arc. Future editions of the zine will play with other themes, but all will have a tie-in back into narrative structures. I’ll definitely never make a zine that’s just full of cool drawings; it’s gotta have a huge idealistic payload behind it.

Outside of straight graphic design, you’ve worked with photography, illustration, and even fashion. What direction do you see your work moving towards? Which mediums you would like to continue exploring?
I used to make music, which pretty much stopped getting finished while I was in college; I’m starting that up again with some friends, so hopefully I can get drunk and fall off a stage near you sometime soon again. Otherwise, I love working with other artforms, whether it’s writing or fashion or music; it’s a great way to see how other people sort of manifest their influences. Hopefully I can just keep making good work with people that I like, and keep learning while I’m doing it. I feel like I’ve just started.

14 comments | Art, Interviews | posted on April 7, 2008 at 11:45 am