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All images from Store Front: The Disappearing Face of New York by James and Karla Murray.

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I saw this in The Guardian a while back and just remembered it this morning. It makes me smile. It also makes me want to cry, like a little kid who doesn’t know how to react. Do I smile? Do I cry? I smile-cry.

MUTE: the silence of dogs in cars by Martin Usborne

When I started this project I knew the photos would be dark. What I didn’t expect was to see so many subtle reactions by the dogs: some sad, some expectant, some angry, some dejected. It was as if upon opening up a box of grey-coloured pencils I was surprised to see so many shades inside.

I will stop writing now and you can stop reading. Words can only get us so far.
After all, we are all animals.

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What’s that? You’d like to see Pablo Picasso wearing a cow’s head on a beach? DONE. Louis Armstrong at the Pyramids? DONE.

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George Nelson, Edward Wormley, Eero Saarinen, Harry Bertoia, Charles Eames and Jens Risom. Playboy Magazine, July 1961.

Look, it’s my feet.

Yellow feet & shadows, originally uploaded by andymatthewsphotography.com.

Let’s share. Here’s a small selection of the images living all over my desktop. Unfortunately I don’t have credits for most of these. My desktop is a dumping ground, a little less littered what with the advent of Pinterest , but still a bit dumpy. What’s on your desktop?

Yesterday we caught the last day of the Edgar Martins exhibition at The Wapping Project. Afterwards we drank Guinness to calm our nerves. “The Time Machine: An Incomplete and Semi-Objective Survey of Hydropower Stations” is exquisite, hyperreal and collage-like, with an intricate and detailed beauty that leaves your eyes achey. IMAX screen style, you swivel your head trying to take it all in, but you can’t.

The majority of the images show us a future that fell all too quickly into the past, now a lumbering, beautiful beast lacking the compactness of what the future entails but, damn man, the forms themselves are immense, the symmetry evokes a familiarity that makes you want to climb inside but Martins won’t let us in – there’s no room for man here, it’s all about the machines that man made.

The image below doesn’t do the work justice. I swear, there’s something almost holy about it.

Mad and brilliant.

Untitled, originally uploaded by bethfromabove.

and so did Spoon.