In a way I am seeing a different city traveling with my Leica as my only partner. It is of course the same city, new york is aging slowly, at least for tourists. When customs asked if I was traveling alone I should have said no. But then, with the US customs and allies on there toes, I would have been taken for spionage and a four letter diagnos. Wussy last nite was a treat, a little Pretenders in there mixed w folk and some alt rock music, very good indeed. Cute high girl dancing, can't beat that motif. Walked home from The Knitting factory and didn't get mugged, not even close.
Two - Uptown and away...
So ok, I went uptown 66th st Lincon center to the 52nd NY film festival. Its older than me and this year it has been running since september26 and stops at the oktober 14. After the show I took the A & L train home with a smile on my face and watched Paul Austers (yeah I know NY is taking me over), Lulu on the bridge with Harvey Keitel, it was not very good. The text above I just wrote to keep you waiting for the big canon. It's a big canon in my world of heroes, and getting the chance to capture them in a portrait kind of way. I have now met and captured four of my bigest influences. Lydia Lunch, Thurston Moore, and now on this trip uptown manhattan I can add filmmaker Jim Jarmusch and photographer David Godlis. Maybe it's not that strange, they are after all living here. But I'm not, and two weeks goes fast. David Godlis have taken maybe the best photos and manage to capture the essence of CBGB'S and the rock scen in new york in the mid seventies. I'm a backer at Kickstarter of a photo book on that period that Mr Godlis, now, be course of me and hundreds of others, can go through with and publish, and will see it's light in Januari!!! I plan to use Kickstarter too one day. I will not talk about Jim Jarmusch, you'll have to google him. David Godlis was, ironically, the first one I gave my card to. A card created by Helena & Morgan(Thanks!) and be course of my stupidity cost my a fortune, The end. But now, it was worth it. Oh you may wonder about the film I saw, in which a young Jim Jarmusch took care of the one lonely mic on a stick. I'll keep it short. The film is a documentary on William Burroughs and it's called William Burroughs - The movie (like abba but very very different) by Howard Brookner, it was fabulous! It had it's premier in 83 and have now been digitalised. A must see if it comes to Sweden. It made me wanna buy and read all his books. I can admit just reading one... Klart slut - Over and out.
godlis.com
kickstarter.com
The NY film festival
Brooklyn - one
I'm gona keep it short today. Pictures from my hood, 16 days, 16 times I am about to force myself to write here for you and for me. And off course showing you some pictures. I miss someone to share these moments with...I guess I'm getting lesser a looner closing in to my 50. But at the same time, I am not a very funny guy when I work with a camera. More tomorrow, now I'm on my way to buy a ticket to Burroughs, the movie, it's on the NY film festival.
Hospitalet
Translation down under
Sjukhuset/Riket
Jag var på tre vernissage/besök i helgen. Ett med Oskar Palmbäcks fantastiska Wes Anderson detaljerade blyerts/bläck teckningar på djur, berg och hus på Louie Louie. Sen ett sjukhusperformance som min mor var en del i. Efter det åkte jag in till Konstart där Tommy Galento ställde ut bilder från sin nya (barn)bok. Bilder med mycket färg och generösa former, naivistisk glädje.
Tillbaka till sjukhuset. Bakgrunds storyn lyder; Min mamma har något problem med magen. På boendet beslutas att hon måste få läkarvård. Hon genomgår en gastroscopi, inget allvarligt upptäckts. Efter tre nätter får hon åka hem. Hon hinner vara på sitt vårdboende i ca: tre timmar, sen ramlar hon, och det visar sig att hon brutit höftbenet (inte samma sida som för 18 månader sen).
Det är PC Jersild sjukhuset som hon får titta på lite extra, två gånger. Huset är som ett monument om hur bra betong är som byggmaterial. Inuti (ni som varit där vet) lååånga korridorer och gångar och ett hissystem som liknar Paris metro. Morsan har hamnat på en flyttavdelning, de ska flytta från B83 till R74 när hon ligger där. Det är rörigt men personalen är snäll. Mamma blir så glad att hon gråter när jag kommer med wienerbröd. Hon är trött men glad, Jag tar in två koppar äckligt kaffe. Vi fikar och helt plötsligt så börjar min mamma att sjunga. Det är en barnvisa i en remixad version, hon dirigerar sig själv med ena armen. När jag går frågar jag en syrra om en lägesrapport. Allt har gått bra "...och igår så låg hon och sjöng". Inne i Babels hus idag, sång.
Google translate, enjoy!
Hospital / Empire
I was on three vernissage / weekend visit. One with Oskar Palm Bäcks amazing Wes Andersson detailed pencil / ink drawings of animals, mountains and houses on Louie Louie. Then a hospital performance that my mother was a part of. After that, I went to the art form where Tommy Galento exhibited photographs from his new (children's) book. Photos with lots of color and generous shapes, naive joy.
Back to the hospital. BACKGROUND story subject; My mom has a problem with his stomach. The accommodation is decided that she must get medical attention. She undergoes a gastroscopi, nothing serious discovered. After three nights, she gets to go home. She has time to be on his nursing home for approximately three hours, then she falls, and it turns out that she had broken a hip (not the same side as 18 months ago).
It is PC Jersild hospital as she may look at little extra, twice. The house is a monument to how good is concrete as a building material. Inside, (you know who has been there) looong corridors and aisles and an elevator system which is similar to the Paris metro. Mom has landed on a removable section, they will move from B83 to R74, when she is there. It is messy but the staff is kind. My mother will be so happy that she cries when I come with pastries. She is tired but happy, I take two cups of coffee disgusting. We have coffee and all of a sudden my mom starts to sing. There is a children's song in a remixed version, she conducts herself with one arm. When I go, I ask a sister for a progress report. Everything has gone well "... and so yesterday she was singing." Inside the house of Babylon today, singing.
Cut up blog stay foot anymore
MOVING IN WITH LOTS OF OTHERS COOP NÄRA ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET CAPTAIN OF THE SHIP A 21MM BIGASS LENS GOOD SOUNDING WALTZ TODAY I AM SUPPOSED TO LIKE SHADOWS IM COMING FROM ABOVE NOTHING MUSIC HITS THE EYES TODAY, EYE LALANDER IS DRESSED IN BLACK I LIKE TAKING PICTURES I LIKE TO WATCH ANDREAS KID IBEN JUST LEARNED TO WALK EVE AND THE LAST WALTZ PLAY NEXT SATURDAY THE BEER IS SOLD OUT I BOUGHT THREE DANIEL JOHNSTON CASSETTES IS THERE A BATHROOM ITS TWO SETS INSTEAD OF ONE LARRYS CORNER I COULD EASILY MAKE A BOOK A BUNCH OF VERY FINE TUNES A LOT OF WOMEN GREENFIELD WANTS FOUR SETS CAN YOU CHEAT A CUT UP YES YOU CAN
Getting a haircut
Getting a haircut was always tough. Wearing hats and beanies was hard too as a kid. Nowadays I have no hair and I love my hats caps and beanies. My youngest son don,t mind getting his hair cut, I don't know way. This time he didn't want it to short. He always liked a crewcut (fashionly styla) in time for the summer. Not this time. He looks beautiful in his black "I don't care" long hair. Maybe he will refuse to cut his hair next year.
In šaʾ Allāh
As a punk and later as a post punk I cut my own hair. I really don't know how I did it, it must have looked...different, and I suppose that was what I was looking for besides being cheap. Sometimes I had girlfriends helping me with the back.
These photos of Lukas getting a haircut miss something rather important.
There is no before and after pictures.
Sometimes you have to talk
Sometimes you have to talk. We have a tradition me and two of my male friends. We (once a year) choose an island in the Swedish skärgård (archipelago) where we sleep over. We talk and drink and drink and talk some more. The drinks make us talk and the talk makes problems more visible and stupid things we have dun more bearable and it forces you to listen and answer to questions you never would have had to answer otherwise. We do laugh a lot too, and it has to be at least one music quiz.
We don't explore, we stay foot, and nude bathe have occurred.
“Tears stupid tears”
