I know nothing more than what’s reported in this article, except knowing who’s behind the aliases and a bit of advance knowledge. I didn’t know they went to the Times however so it was a surreal experience seeing someone reading about it on the subway the other morning.
“They heard workers nearby and sprinted back in the dark, but once back on their platform, Strafe said, “I swung round and stepped into thin air, and literally fell onto my back on the track bed.” Too stunned to move, she looked at Workhorse, who had jumped down to join her with a flashlight. She said she saw a look of horror that said, ‘What are we going to do if she’s seriously injured?'”
I’ve only given it a cursory perusal but so far this book is a steal at $40. It’s huge, hardcover and full of some amazing work. I was at the book launch last night and had it signed by a bunch of the artists, including Elbow Toe and WK Interact. Check it out.
I haven’t posted about my work in some time, as I haven’t managed to produce as much recently as usual. That will change as I’m undertaking a new photo project which will probably leak it’s way into the blog at some point. Below is a shot unrelated to my new project, a nameless street from my recent travels.
Blue points on the map are pictures taken by locals (people who have taken pictures in this city dated over a range of a month or more).
Red points are pictures taken by tourists (people who seem to be a local of a different city and who took pictures in this city for less than a month).
Yellow points are pictures where it can’t be determined whether or not the photographer was a tourist (because they haven’t taken pictures anywhere for over a month). They are probably tourists but might just not post many pictures at all.
This is something which I think should be in every city. A ritualised disposal service of bad memories and old habits which might allow a sense of closure or division between then and now. From the website:
We all have someone or something we would rather just forget. Things fall apart. Love hurts. Dreams die. But when you summon Death Bear to your door, you can rest assured that help has come. At first you may be intimidated by his stature and color (7 feet tall with a hard, black bear head, black jumpsuit, and black boots), but absorbing the memories of others is a dark art, and Death Bear must present himself appropriately for this solemn duty. Death Bear will take things from you that trigger painful memories and stow them away in his cave where they will remain forever allowing you to move on with your life. Give him an ex’s clothes, old photos, mementos, letters, etc. Death Bear is here to assist you in your time of tragedy, heartbreak, and loss. Let Death Bear help you, and absorb your pain into his cave.