Some people I know
My friends' night out. This was taken at Sixth and Vine, one night that I had wandered chasing some other people.
Bunch of happy people!
My friends' night out. This was taken at Sixth and Vine, one night that I had wandered chasing some other people.
Bunch of happy people!
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This post is about Friedensreich_Hundertwasser.
Nothing more amazing than to find an artist that created art that invited people to incorporate it in their lives: the Hundertwasser Haus:
Courtesy of the NYPL Picture Collection Online, showing a beutiful King of Assyria, ca. 1880.

Object LR-02-1978-073: Ceramic head of old man. Tumaco region, Colombia. Ca. 800-1000 A.D.

Biology for Engineers - Bioregulation in Animals - Circulatory System in your head.

From the Brain Research Unit, HUT:

Are you OK?

A set of pictures on Cuba, by John Kaplan

From some anatomical simulations at Harvard.
Smile.
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a picture by Juan Betancurth, who is slightly more complicated than me.
Bush had nothing to regret in his last press conference. No mistakes whatosever.
So, people at the American Progress have compiled a list of things to jog his memory, undoubtedly affected after all those years of coke and booze.
via Matt hew Yglesias

Item 1 - When taking pictures with the old camera, the one that is only 18 years old, make sure the lens is clean and the jealous people are silent.
Item 2 - When taking the pictures to develop at any of those places with a Fuji machine, ask for a CD with the high resolution TIFF version of the pictures in them, instead of the lossy ultracompact JPG compressions.
Item 3 - Be patient. It is, after all, the new year.

Photo taken from Mary's, of course

Photography by Nazak Pahlavi
via Sterling, who should admit comments.
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Pictures from Greenland.
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Found isometric screenshots following the comments at SvN, to the post indicated by the Anil links.
Couldn't resist.
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The Stephens' tree in Panama was a huge tree, 5 to 6 yards in diameter at the base, covered in epiphytes and located close to the "Ahorca Lagarto" station, a tree that John Lloyds Stephens, one of the first builders of the Panama Railroad, ordered to be preserved. Later on, when the Gatun was flooded, the tree disappeared.
Check more history about it here and here
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A very common search for this blog is Britney Spears. Although I do not usually carry many of those, here is something for all those disappointed fans.

Just to make people think, a painting by Ana Leonor Tavera, Colombian artist.
Prentiss was wondering whether to place nude pictures of women in his house, with all that that implies, and the possible weird looks fro people going there.
I remember, though, that growing, we had a picture by Alejandro Obregón, that showed the mutilated body of a dead woman, in a very abstract way. The Violence, it was called, and it was a reminder of a rough period of the recent history of Colombia, one still raw in my parent's memories, and that still grated at our collective consciousness.
My brothers and I understood the origin of that, even though we were kids, and tried hard not to forget.
I disliked that picture, but finally came to understand that, as art, it was the sublimated expression of all the pain and sorrow brought by the political hate and war that wrecked the country.
In trying to draw the parallel with naked pictures, though, I acknowledge the same: we are going to see an abstract image, a representation of beauty and another perception of what we see daily.
As a matter of fact, I am getting some nude paintings for my apartment. The world is dreary enough, and I do need a reminder of the beauty that still exists out there.
The Esquire story about this photo threads on the issue of our own imagery, how we censor what was the most horrible out of the tragedy, and at the same time, in so sanitizing history, we forget to mention the courage and sacrifice of so many that, despite the horror, kept moving: to certain death some, to their duty others.
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From the The Medici Archive Project, one of their Document of the Month: Avviso, that recounts a confrontation between the forces of good vs evil, in Catalonia, the 1st of May, 1582.
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From the old sunken garden at RJR's house. Our now touristy Reynolda Gardens, beautiful in spring.

The World Press Photo site has beautiful photography.
As with any old media, their motto is

The beautiful firehair, from old comic book covers.
via Sugar'n spicy
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With his new exhibition at the Museo de los Angeles, Felipe Arango shows what the new Colombian painters are up to these days.
Guardian Images of Iraq.
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This media maven has Stuff Worth Saving, marvelous images from times past.
via iconomy, who I frankly, openly, unabashedly admire.
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KentuckyPhotographs and Writings by William Gedney.
via iconomy
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Beautiful pictures of the human body, here at Michelle7.
I love Blogdex. The collective soul min always finds things that are interesting, amusing and relevant - or simply explores that which makes us curious primates. This graphic story here on the various sizes of ships poses an interesting question: Where is the Millenium Falcon?
I went to see Maria yesterday, she being back in town for a few days. Beautiful Maria, long hours are being cruel on her, her multiple appointments and her busy agenda being almost as if she were a famed world class athlete. She is, tough.
At any rate, at last I was able to see her pictures, her visual sensibility and the ability to capture people and time.
What should I say, am biased, but those pictures I saw were beautiful; not going on extremes, since it is obvious that technique has yet to be mastered, as in any other skill, but the perception, the ability to capture a story unfolding, and then give it back to us, unsuspecting bystanders, that was magic. Her pictures are not so much about visual aesthetics, although that is clearly basic there, but that emotion that travels from her to the spectator.
There is, for example, the three old ladies, sitting on a stone fountain, resting after shopping at the local market, waiting for the guagua. Her faces are clear, alert eyes, not yet defeated by time, much more together after a long walk. Or a couple after church, she, with a serious face, listening while playing with her shoes, he, older and graying, explaining some fine point, or giving advice. Father and daughter? Priest and parishioner? Alone in that moment, this kid playing on the beach, the sun setting, and the eyes lost in the vastness of the sea, waiting, listening, wondering.
In a twist of the old tale, it is her soul the one being captured in those pictures, and then placed out there to be seen.
This beautiful and not at all perturbing illustration from Mari-chan , whose intentions are
Although this still looks like an anaconda getting ready to swallow its victim, it is really part of an independent video, The Operation, winner of an award at the 1995 Chicago Underground Film Festival. What makes it interesting? It has been filmed in infrared, capturing the artists' bodies as lines of heat instead of light.
And since the them of the video is sex, heat pretty much travels all over the place.
via Die Puny Humans

This photoshopped picture has been going around, labeled as "the best anti-war photo". However, from my days as an editor I know it was actually taken during revolts in Colombia, about 2000. Anyone knows where to get it, or who has a pointer to it? Google has proved useless on this thing.
I know that beauty is a cultural construct, mostly shaped by our accepted views, our current definition, and what our media throws back. That said, it is refreshing to see these PinUp Girls from times past, when stylized forms and full figures went together in the definition of women, a popular art of sorts - a simplicity of form that appeals even now.
via Robyn, and let's hope I wrote her name right!

Jacques Gamelin
(1739-1803)
A beautiful gallery of anatomical depictions through the ages, with incredible detail and variety, at the National Library of Medicine.
via Giornale Nuovo

For you, nice people searching for
Britney Spears' pictures, here are some.
Just so you don't waste this google.

Long live the great Stalin!

With regard to the great teacher Chairman Mao, cherish the word 'Loyalty'. With regard to the great Mao Zedong Thought, vigorously stress the word 'Usefullness'.

"I had made it clear to the world that either you're with us or you're with the enemy, and that doctrine still stands"
This incredible gallery of posters of two past glorious leaders and a current one, via Cory (by now everybody should know who is Cory Doctorow) , who in turn got this from a guy named George. Not that he posts or anything.
I added that last one. Incredibly appropriate, isn't it?

from Milton Glaser
Spent a long time looking for a familiar newspaper here:in Todays' Front Pages
via eCuaderno

This site has drawings of comics using the Cha’an Buddhist splash style.
About the art: These paintings were done in the traditional Cha’an Buddhist splash style which originated in China, circa 13th century B.C. Emperor Cha’an ruled during this era, making this period the Cha’an Dynasty. The Emperor was very strict and domineering. He permitted only specific styles of art and literature to permeate throughout his country. Anything not approved was illegal. Linework was very tight and the spoken/written word was extremely structured.

Courtesy of the lovely Ali.

Maria gets attacked by all these crazied monkeys. Later on, Armando would help the monkeys - crazy Armando - but the LOMO didn't quite got it.
The Chinese paintings that the ChAmP recommended finally arrived. Beautiful on their own, as you may expect from a small cottage business, and naïve enough to be attractive. But I was buying the craft, the experience, so I am satisfied.
I was just sitting on front of my PC, trying to read and write, when suddenly a knock on the door sent me running, heart racing, anguish again, while thinking about who may that be, what have I done, I am not guilty, why I am being persecuted, is the Net illegal, what is it?
It was the mailman with the paintings, but that did not calm me either. After I signed for them, I was still nervous, trying to breath down that stress and the fear that came with the knock on the door.
I realize now that some scars are more evident that I thought at first, and that, even though this small town is boring in the extreme (can’t go dancing at three am), I chose it for the relative calm and peace it offers. I want to go away, and this will involve much more than having the perfect job.
Listening to the Orishas CD in my car I had another attack of nostalgia, remembering mi tierra, and wondering why is it that I am here.
Oh, yes. I am trying to be alive, even though it seems that I am dying every day, a little bit more.
And yet.