It’s not quite an animated .gif and it’s not quite a still image. It’s not a video, either. It’s a weird hybrid between the three—and it’s called a PHHHOTO.
This new form of capturing is an app that takes “moving images,” storing them inside a stream much like Instagram. It’s origin story comes from the party scene, capturing quick glimpses into an isolated world that you’ll want to remember and share later. You might think that party mode may be more dynamic than the isolated app—but you’re mistaken. The app may outshine—and certainly folds in—the party mode idea.
The thing about PHHHOTO is that it is much more dynamic than any image combing website or application. It’s also much less demanding and cumbersome than video focused apps like Vine. It takes five consecutive shots, loops them, presenting them to you as this endless and inevitably seamless stream of pictures. It’s more of a flipbook, if anything, and because of the absence of sound, you can project and imagine and assume anything you want about said image(s).
The app is available for downloading now—and you should probably get into it now before the inevitable mainstream takeover.
Imagine a day with a warm breeze, lazy lounging near a large body of water, sweat beads lightly rolling down your chest as you take a sip of a cool drink with frozen pieces of melon in each mouth full. Now imagine what that would sound like. That is how Cobalt Cranes make me feel when I listen to them. Like a warm relaxing summer day on the best coast, the west coast.
“COBALT CRANES spent much of 2013 and early 2014 on tour, and began writing new songs in small motels and roadside diners along the way. Their new songs blend vintage California sounds with grungier, raw elements. They just finished recording their new album Days in the Sun with LA underground legend Joel Jerome (Dios, Cherry Glazerr, La Sera), and call their new sound “California Grunge”. The band is releasing Days in the Sun on Echo Park’s rising label LOLIPOP RECORDS, which has quickly established itself as the hub of the new LA scene. Look for Days in the Sun on cassette via Lolipop Records August 5th.” - Via Manimal PR
When I pressed PLAY to listen to FANTASTIC’s new single, I wasn’t sure where I was going to go with it. It took me on a sound scape of mountains being gently kissed by the sunrise of pink and purple scented clouds just as the last bit of essence of the night sky disintegrated into the morning dew. Joshua Tree and Magic Mushrooms anyone? I’m ready for an adventure. I feel good this morning.
"Swedish "psychedelic kraut" rockers, FANTASTIC unveil “Lawrence,” their first single off of their upcoming LP, ” El Futuro.” “Lawrence,” is cloaked in textural richness, drawing up images of ancient mosques sprawling in sacred geometry. Close your eyes and listen. You can feel the Eastern sun warm your skin and the desert sand recycle the souls of lost civilizations. Fantastic create the imagery of sparseness while illuminating shamanistic vocals, haunting melodies and psychedelic drenched riffs. “
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Some things just make me depressed. I have no specific reasoning for said sadness but I watch them or see them or hear them and they make me sad. The feeling isn’t of despair but instead something similar to the end of a Sunday, when you know an inevitable bummer is coming—and there is no way to prevent it. I hate those things. These things make me grumpy.
The Roald Dahl book and movie Charlie & The Chocolate Factory has always made me mad. For years, I tried to figure out why it made me upset and I’ve recently discovered that it is the same Sunday Night anger: it’s kind of so happy and upbeat and great that I get mad that the world has to end. More than that, I get mad that the idea for the book even exists and that a fantasy like Willy Wonka’s world is literally unreal. I hate that.
This is why I’m surprised to be so captivated by Penguin’s new book cover for Charlie & The Chocolate Factory. Actually, I’m not captivated: I’m obsessed. The book is summed up by a small blonde girl engrossed in something out of frame. Her father? Willy Wonka? Chocolate? I don’t know. She definitely is a doll version of Veruca Salt and conjures up visuals associated with everything from Valley of The Dolls to Lady Bunny—and it is so fucking good. Instead of attempting to cartoonishly scan the entire book (or its best parts), they went right for the jugular.
I love that the publisher completely stomped on the audience, putting an adult twist on a book for children. I know both parents and children will be appalled by the cover but many will lock eyes with the little girl’s tractor beam eyes and be unable to look away. If I were a parent (Which I will never be.), I would give this to my kid to fuck with their brain. To make them think harder. To make them try to understand why this is the visual for the book. (And what is that answer? There doesn’t seem to be one—and I am fine with that being the point…despite everyone on Facebook disagreeing.)
If this is the image of Charlie & The Chocolate Factory, I’m down with it. Perhaps it was designed to make me not hate the story? Maybe this little girl will remove the Sunday Night stigma from it? Probably not—but it’s a start.
Australian bred post punkers, AGENDER slip into something a little more manic with their single “INTIMATE APPAREL”. AGENDER’S Slit’s-esque, post punk freneticism has a Victoria’s Secret campaign written all over it, as long as the world were similar to the sexual oasis frontwoman Romy Hoffman delivers with Devo-inspired, staccato vocals, piercing guitars and a raw prowess that brings forth Ari Up/Exene Cervenka nostalgia.
You saw it here first.
I often wonder what it would have been like if my father wasn’t in the military and my mother didn’t take care of four children and we didn’t only live in isolated locations, out of reach from urban mainstays. I wonder if various, vapid dreams—like being a child actor and already having a book deal by now—could have come true. What if my parents were alternative artsy types who lived in Greenwich Village and granted me permission to do anything and not working class liberal Republicans who used all of their disposable income on their children’s education? I don’t know what my life would be.
Still, I don’t think it would be Lena Dunham’s life—but it could potentially have been. Although I have fallen asleep through a few episodes of Girls and still haven’t seen Tiny Furniture (but it’s in my Netflix queue), I have a lot of respect for Ms. Dunham. She’s funny. She’s young. She’s alternative. She gives no fucks about anything. That’s neat. I frequently quibble about her social standing—bougie, public high school vegan dinner parties, an artsy mom who lives next door to Meryl Streep, being babysat by Zac Posen—but I cannot fault her for that: I would have chased that child actor dream had my parents been connected enough. She was fortunate to have had her lifeline designed this way. Predestined, no—designed, yes.
And, being a savvy, bluestocking woman, she of course knows the power of design. When looking to get her own letterhead, she turned to frequent collaborators and Brooklynites CHIPS. The design is very simple, understated, even: pink creme paper, a youthful cartoon, and the reverent, dignified serif Libra font. The proper description—
"Drawing of Eloise taken from a photo of one of Lena’s tattoos. Type inspired by the Chateau Marmont stationery.”
While this is likely a blithe, inoffensive gesture, it can be unpacked to reveal a subtle display of class: Eloise is a beloved literary (literal) enfant terrible who lives in New York’s Plaza Hotel with her nanny and dog while the font is drawn from a famed hotel known for being a luxurious pool of celebrity in Los Angeles. It feels like the past looking into the future. A gold bar being handed to another gold bar. The flying money emoji jumping off the page.
The situation is not surprising nor is it particularly upsetting. It stands as a statement of being, that Eloise has grown up and now can afford to live in the Chateau Marmont. The existence is what it is. It’s just who Lena is. You or I or many other people could never be grown up Eloise—but Lena can. She had letterhead designed to prove it, too.
Here’s to you, big guy. Thanks for doing what you do.
"Art Clothes" sound like something a high school visual art teacher wears. That probably means gaucho pants and Mondrian inspired reading glasses and old Camper shoes and a vest that literally has paint on them: no one has time for that. But, you should take time for artist Dane Johnson's art clothes because—Well.—they truly are what they sound like.
The project came out of a collaboration with art/retail space Either Way, which hosted a small show of these wears back in June. Johnson painted graphic shapes that ranged from baseball silhouettes to non-objective zig zags on various primary, colorblocking plays. His paint choices follow similarly as they are simple and somewhat understated, making the entire collection extremely different but one, cohesive thought.
To make this whole thing even better, dream team photography duo (AND ISSUE 5 OF WORK COVER STORY PHOTOGRAPHERS) JUCO did a nice little shoot of the clothing. Shot on bright backdrops, everything pops and everything seems a bit more enticing. If they weren’t so expensive, I’d probably buy half of the wears and hang them on my wall.
If you’re down with this, you should check out Either Way’s online shop, where the goods are for sale. There’s more than women’s clothing, too: there are unisex clothes and kids clothes and even some shoes. Catch more of JUCO’s photography of the collection here.
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