Seems like IKEA are really shaking things up this year. In addition to the previously announced TV set, they’re also going to release a digital camera made of cardboard called Knäppa (“Snap”). It’ll hold 40 photographs at a time and plugs directly into your USB port. While it’s not the prettiest camera the world has ever seen, I do love the idea of a screen-less digital camera that brings people back to the wait-and-see days of film.
Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices (via gllob)
Wavering Light - First Edition with Bonus Material by Phuong Nguyen and Scott Williamson
103 pages of 65 photos and original writing
20 bonus prints, featuring photographs not seen in the photobook
1 original handwritten poem (12 in total, so some will be unique). A section of each of these poems was included in the final photobook, but the rest is material that was cut in the editing process.
A look at what is included in each of the 20 first edition copies of Wavering Light. Starting Monday, the first batch of first edition Wavering Light copies will be shipped out! Stay tuned for more information regarding when the regular edition will be available on MagCloud.
When you’re writing, you’re trying to find out something which you don’t know. The whole language of writing for me is finding out what you don’t want to know, what you don’t want to find out. But something forces you to anyway.
James Baldwin, The Art of Fiction No. 78 (via anemptyspace)