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NVXT LVVVL SPLVVN


The slutwave female rap game
Bitches referencing the internet
and pop culture trends and Grimes
Brooke Candy, Kreayshawn, Three Loco, T1MES
Marginal content produced at a high output rate

TRVP MUSIC REPLACED DUBSTEP?

R u trappin on Tumblr?

This music is made on a laptop, dragged and dropped into the internet


Is it easier than evr 2 be a slutwave/content-farm-wave cvltvral prodvcer [via Riff Raff/Lil B]?

What does TRVP mean?
What is TRAP MUSIC?
Can TRVP reanimate the social body?


WTF = TRVP?
TRVPPN?
Are 'V's the new ▲?
IS TRAP = TRVP?

Would you be more willing 2 participate in an orgy if FEEBZ was playing on the laptop or computer?

Is TRVP the new Occupy?

Can TRVP be occupied?

Would you G.A.F. if there was a TRVP STRVKE?

How do u TRVP on TUMBLR?
Is Tumblr the new Myspace?
Do u vibe 2 FEEBZZ?


Is TRVP music 'the end of indie/EDM' trend?
Does 'shitty rap' ruin everything?

 



Friday, November 30, 2012


Evan Calder Williams

Thu, November 29, 2012 - 7:00pm
Artists Space: Books & Talks, 55 Walker St. NYC
Evan Calder Williams' text-based performance "In the Wan Light of Napalm and Moon" presents new research into the intersection of two old and ever-renewing histories: horror and capital. In collaboration withRobert Aiki Aubrey Lowe (AKA Lichens) and an armoire, Williams takes flight through the unfortunate occasion of the Restoration Hardware catalog (a yuppie interior design fantasy of pre-ruined things on which to sit, sleep, or eat), the work sketches the secret hell of production and circulation through a set of tools drawn from the history of the horror genre. Borrowing from the Godwinian gothic of Charles Brockden Brown and the object dread of Edogawa Rampo, from British werewolf films and 1940's radio dramas, this performance, in a mode simultaneously sinister and goofy, maudlin and furious, tracks out a line of thought that insists the only things worse than haunted houses are the actual houses in which we live.

Thursday, November 29, 2012


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Nel corso degli ultimi anni Will Benedict ha lavorato in maniera professionale come fotografo, pittore e turista.

Nel mese di aprile Benedict presenterà presso la galleria Giò Marconi Bonjour Tourist, nuovi lavori realizzati attraverso la combinazione di gouaches e fotografie sagomate, montate su speciali cornici in alluminio e foamcore.
Organizzati in distinte serie, corrispondono alle categorie nominali di giornalisti televisivi, cartoline, bandiere, coppie a cena e nazioni che sbirciano attraverso finestre.
Se paragoniamo l’esperienza alla stimolazione estetica vissuta guardando la televisione, questi lavori permettono di guardare due, forse tre canali nello stesso momento.

Il brusio delle cose, i luoghi, i cibi e le persone sono fossilizzati in lucidi passepartout di foamcore abbondantemente dipinti, congelando la tristezza del turista e del pubblico (la stessa cosa) in una lieve miscela ipomaniacale di euphoria e irritabilità. 
Congelati insieme a tutto e tutti, all’interno di questi passepartout ci sono dipinti su tela che raffigurano un nazionalismo di seni e peni che vende cibo al ristorante, biglietti aerei per località esotiche, muri o francobolli.

Le relazioni sociali sono stimolanti, incarnano la crescita, la distruzione e la riformulazione delle idee. Nei dipinti di Benedict, attraverso la costante rimediazione, l’unico elemento immutabile è la moltiplicazione dei livelli interpellativi.



In occasione dell’inaugurazione sarà possibile vedere le fotografie a grandezza naturale che popolano il suo lavoro e assistere alla performance di Lucy Dodd che romperà l’atmosferà. Con un’attenzione illimitata, la pittura diventa uno zoom perpetuo che genera e penetra senza fine i livelli ricorsivi di un dilemma falsamente faustiano – lavorare o non lavorare, cenare o dipingere, cena, dipinto, cena, dipinto, etc. Come un primo appuntamento metropolitano in cui ingrassiamo, parliamo, subiamo tendenze nazionalistiche e vediamo a fatica cosa può essere fatto. 

Mathieu Malouf e Will Benedict
William Gibson's writing is a pretty big influence. And I really think what my friends do is the best: Timur Si-Qin, Keaton Ventura, M.E.S.H., K-Hole, T1MES, Simon Denny, Margaret Haines, Analisa Teachwood and that's just a few. Oh and Roseanne Barr, I think what she's done is amazing.

The area is mostly full of Turkish communities and young artists since it is still very affordable to live there. I remember when I moved to Berlin for a few months in 2010, on my first night there a bunch of drunk Turkish teenagers tried to attack me on the street in front of what would a year later become an artist bar called Times, run by our friends and artists Max Pitegoff and Calla Henkel and Lindsay Lawson. It is a pretty amazing place where you can meet everyone, and that is where we first met Helga Wretman, artist and professional stuntwoman, and DJ and musician M.E.S.H., who both worked with us on this project.


Wir Kinder von "based in Berlin"


Matthias Fritsch montiert nicht nur gefundenes Web-Material, der Ausgangspunkt seiner Arbeit ist ein im Jahr 2000 selbst gedrehter und 2006 auf Youtube gestellter Film: Auf der Berliner Fuckparade filmte er einen Techno-Nomaden im Wikingerlook, der selbstvergessen tanzt, ungehobelte Mitraver zurechtweist und fortschickt und ansonsten einfach sehr interessant anzusehen ist. Der Film wurde ein riesiger Youtube-Erfolg, und weltweit fanden sich Leute, die ihrerseits Tribute drehten.

Die große Halle der KunstWerke (KW) gehört Jeremy Shaws zweikanaliger Videoprojektion „Best Minds Part one“ von 2007: Man sieht wild tanzende Jugendliche im Schummerlicht, extrem verlangsamt, der Soundtrack macht aus dem aggressiven Heavy-Metal-Setting eine melancholische Elegie. Gedreht wurde bei einem Konzert in Vancouver, trotzdem funktioniert die Arbeit als Verweis auf den Mythos von Berlin als Stadt der nächtliche Club-Exzesse; dazu passt, dass Shaw an mehreren Orten im Stadtraum alte Plakate zum Christiane F.-Film aufgehängt hat.

Eine der besten Arbeiten in den KW folgt, etwas schnöde im Treppenhaus platziert:Ilja Karilampis Film über Dr. Dre, in dem er dem Gerücht (oder der Phantasie) nachgeht, dass der HipHop-Produzent ursprünglich Architekt werden wollte: Wie hätte ein Gangsta-Rapper aus den Projects wohl Beton verbaut? Wahrscheinlich im Bauhaus-Stil, ist Karilampis Antwort.

Sunday, November 25, 2012


David Joselit, Painting Beside Itself, 2009


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Helen Marten is a British artist based in London. She graduated from the Ruskin School of Fine Art at Oxford University in 2008 and has since had several solo exhibitions, the most recent at Kunsthalle Zürich. Marten’s film Evian Disease plays until July 2013 at the Palais de Tokyo in Paris. In 2011, she was awarded the Prix Lafayette and in 2012 the Prix LUMA. Here, Marten discusses her latest exhibition, “Plank Salad,” which is on view at Chisenhale Gallery until January 27, 2013.

MY LIST OF MATERIALS COULD RUN FOR PAGES, ranging from spaghetti and foliage to silk-screened leather, tequila, and bent rebar. It’s pornographically tactile; there is so much saturation in the skin of it because the surfaces have traces of touch invested in them. The list is madly indulgent—an engorged yet stylized stuffing of substance. Because the majority of objects are recognizable, they have a weirdly slippery, slightly uncanny status that activates a process of slippage or breakdown: Things are continually folding in and around themselves. There’s a lot of density, but at the same time I hope the work possesses a kind of lightness; there are recognizable outlines and things we can index or name. There is a universal hook as each substance is translatable: pasta, keys, chairs—all things that add up to images with related functionalities, histories, or social temperatures.

Recently, I have been quite frantic about the idea of tracing around outlines of things, creating approximations of identifiable stuff: domestic objects, banality, or boredom. But in each, there’s a surface foil or an interruption or some other hidden linguistic trap that trips up meaning, pushing the object into a new space. The objects I use are already saturated with languages, so there is a lot of punning, linguistic jokes that never quite deliver a punch line. So everything is activated in a perpetual shuffle where the grammar of objects is either forced or overstylized.

Rhythm is another thing I was thinking about. In some ways, my work is a prolonged stammer of information. There are groups of very flat ramps machined from inlaid hardwood, which are butted together and sit very low to the floor. They become like typographic punctuations or laterally flattened commas. On top of each sit these small steel panels, each airbrushed with remixed fabric or fruit packaging motifs. They’re terrifyingly gorgeous, and more so because the process of airbrushing removes any sense of the touch involved in their making; they look laminated or digitally printed, so there is something completely totalized or violent about them as objects. They are quick, but of course the manufacture of them is painfully slow. Alongside these packages are a handful of objects: a friendship bracelet, a coffee cup, a plastic heart wrapped in foam off-cuts, a discarded sock, and some broken glass.

We’re grubby humans, always scuttling around at street level; layers of activity and history are built upon pavement. The street is a different optical space from the one we visit when we stare up at the sky, so there’s a joke about sedimentation, of perpetually stomping down layers of grime—cigarette ends and wrappers—layers of activity and history. Street level becomes some kind of weirdly hallucinogenic space—and yet, the space above street level is glorious. The ramps speak explicitly about this relationship to gravity, to defiant flatness, lateral spread, and what it is to pedestal overlooked debris or trash into something with posture.

I am interested in how everything has a social beginning. Certain materials have an inherent temperature and you can ask materials to behave in certain ways. Formica is cold because it’s seamless, you can’t get behind it, and it’s wipe-clean—the language of hospitals and schools. At the same time, it possesses a weird treachery: There is something about it that has information. Wood is inherently warm, it’s organic, you can make it do anything; it’s an analog material. Steel can be both, because you can fold it and give it the impression of weightlessness but it has its own natural density. By flexing these materials you can thwart expectations of how they should perform as substances. By fucking with their materiality you can exploit their seams.

 

As told to Allese Thomson




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