Archive for December, 2009

LUC SANTE

Tuesday, December 8th, 2009

MY TWENTIETH

1900. My great-grandfather Armand Sante dies, age 49, of pulmonary gangrene, whatever that entails. How he, an illiterate day laborer from southeastern Belgium, came to die in a suburb of Düsseldorf is something I will probably never know.

1910, approximately. My maternal grandfather, Édouard Nandrin, a country boy from the tiny village of Odeigne, is sowing his wild oats in the big city, in this case Liège, where he is employed for a while as a streetcar conductor and inhabits the role with military bearing. It gives him probably the greatest authority he will enjoy in his life.

1920, or actually 1921. My father is born, the one and only postwar issue of his parents, who are by then aged 42 and 33. His father works in the textile mills while his mother stays at home to look after the infant and his older sister, Armande, who is 8. They live in Verviers, in a tenement near the river, in a neighborhood that has been home to the family for centuries.

1930 or so. My mother’s family, tenant farmers from the Ardennes, undertake the hejira to the city in the face of the worldwide economic collapse. My mother is here shown outside their farmhouse, charged with entertaining rusticating city-dwellers who have stopped on their walk for a glass of milk. Very soon she will be living in a tenement flat, surrounded by textile mills.


1940. My mother’s family flees the approach of the German army, for whom Verviers is the first stop in Belgium. By bicycle, foot, and train they will eventually reach Alaigne, in the foothills of the Pyrenées. They will stay for a few months, eating primarily rabbits trapped by my grandfather, until Belgium calls back all the exiles in 1941. My father spends the war in disguise, avoiding being sent to a labor camp in Germany.

1950. My parents marry, in February and wearing dark postwar colors. My father’s prospects are good–he is bright and energetic–although he is largely uneducated, having left school at 14, and he will always stand just a few steps down from the landing on the stairway of success. My mother, who stayed in school until she was 16, works as a secretary in the state family welfare agency. After a few tragically unsuccessful attempts at bringing forth progeny they will finally succeed with me four years later.

1960, or the very end of 1959. My father and I stand by the S. S. Tervaete, the Belgian freighter that will take us on our de-emigration journey from New York to Rotterdam. My parents and I had arrived in the United States the previous February, but they didn’t like the place. Because of various familial tensions, however, we will return to America within six months. My parents will attempt to return to Belgium three more times, the last when they have retired from their jobs, but they will die in New Jersey.

1970. I am in high school in New York City, to which I commute by train and subway two hours each way every day from the New Jersey suburbs. Here I am at an antiwar rally in Central Park (that’s me with the peace button on my shirt). I have arrived at what I think of as the summit of the world. Everything is within my reach in New York, and the intoxication of it is such that I will be expelled from that high school before the end of the year.

1980. The framing and focus of the photograph reflect the circumstances. I am out at night–here at Tier 3, on West Broadway and White Street–and I probably have ingested a complex pharmacopeia of substances. This is what I do most nights. I get by on minimum-wage jobs, intend to become a writer without doing anything much about it, and live most fully within the music that surrounds me.

1990 or actually the last months of 1989. I am receiving an award, wearing a suit, impersonating an adult, with assistance from the male-pattern baldness that has afflicted me in waves since age 17. I am actually a writer by now, with clips to show for it and soon enough a first book. The money that accompanies the award is the first significant sum that I have ever seen. For better or worse I am now charged with an additional load of responsibility.

2000, or to be more precise September 11, 1999. My son, Raphael, is born in Cooperstown, New York, the first and to date only Sante ever to be born outside an eight-block area in Verviers, Belgium. I am a terrified and psychologically unprepared father, and I am just grasping that people are born with personalities. Raphael as an infant is no more a blank slate than I am. His theatrical inclinations and I could almost say his sense of humor are apparent almost the instant he exits the womb.

Luc Sante’s books include LOW LIFE, EVIDENCE, THE FACTORY OF FACTS, KILL ALL YOUR DARLINGS, and, most recently, FOLK PHOTOGRAPHY. He teaches writing and the history of photography at Bard College.

EVA ROTHSCHILD

Tuesday, December 8th, 2009

— The people are holding the snakes, the snakes don’t care. The people are fascinated
by the snakes, the snakes are not fascinated by the people.

PEOPLE HOLDING SNAKES, 2007

Eva Rothschild was born in 1971 in Dublin. She lives and works in London. Recent solo exhibitions include the Modern Institute, Glasgow (2008), South London Gallery, London; 303 Gallery, New York (2007), Galerie Eva Presenhuber, Zurich (2006); Douglas Hyde Gallery, Dublin; Modern Art, London (2005). Rothschild’s work has also been included in numerous group exhibitions including Un-monumental: Falling to Pieces in the 21st Century, The New Museum, New York (2007), Tate Triennial (2006), The British Art Show (2005), The Carnegie International, The Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburg (2004). In 2009 she was awarded the Tate Britain Annual Duveens’ Commission.

www.modernart.net
www.303gallery.com

VIVIENNE WESTWOOD

Tuesday, December 8th, 2009

— I always high-jack my fashion shows to talk about culture and politics. The AW09/10 Gold Label collection is called +5°. Somewhere between 400 parts per million (ppm.) and 500 ppm. of CO² in the atmosphere the earth will settle down to a new equilibrium of +5° hotter than now. Our luscious comfortable world will be gone. What is left will support hopefully 1/5 of the present world population. The atmosphere is already 430 ppm. according to the measurements of James Lovelock. He originated the Gaia Theory and is the inventor of the machine which is capable of measuring atmospheric CO². We must plan. I am helping to form a focus group to face the problem on 2 levels: how do we prepare for a world to help survivors; just in case there is time to affect this irreversible event, what can we do?

Read James Lovelock. The present outlook is certainly something we didn’t expect.

James Lovelock in his lab. Image from COSMIC SEARCH: ISSUE 8 (VOL 2, #4; 1980)

Vivienne Westwood has been designing for almost 40 years. She first began in 1971 with partner Malcolm McLaren, showcasing their ideas from the shop at 430 Kings Road, London. Together the pair redefined street culture with punk, SEDITIONARIES and PIRATES which led to the New Romantic movement. In 2004, a major retrospective of her works was shown at the V&A in London. It was the largest exhibition of its kind put together for any living British designer. It subsequently toured the world for 5 years and was exhibited in over ten cities. In 2006, her contribution to fashion was officially recognised when she was appointed Dame Commander of the British Empire by Her Majesty the Queen Elizabeth the Second.

www.viviennewestwood.com
www.activeresistance.co.uk

LLYN FOULKES

Tuesday, December 8th, 2009

Maybe God is money
If he is I don’t think that’s very funny
That makes life a game
Where the price is right

Llyn Foulkes is an American artist. Born 1934 in Yakima, Washington. Foulkes began exhibiting with the Ferus Gallery, Los Angeles in 1959. By age 30, Foulkes had been given one person exhibitions at the Pasadena Art Museum (1962), the Oakland Art Museum (1964) and further gallery exhibitions with the Rolf Nelson Gallery, Los Angeles (1963, 64). Through the late sixties into the seventies, Foulkes would create trademark landscape paintings that utilized the iconography of postcards, vintage landscape photography, and Route 66 inspired hazard signs. By 1979, Foulkes returned to a childhood interest in one-man bands. Today he still performs with The Machine regularly on the West Coast.

www.kentgallery.com

PETER SUTHERLAND

Tuesday, December 8th, 2009

OZZY ARMS UP


Peter Sutherland is a photographer and filmmaker. Born in Michigan and raised in Colorado, he lives in New York. His first feature documentary, PEDAL, premiered at the South by Southwest Film Festival in 2001 before airing on Sundance Channel. In 2006 he finished his second feature, TIERNEY GEARON: THE MOTHER PROJECT; an intricate portrait of the artist and her unconventional family relationships. Sutherland has also published numerous artist’s books with powerHouse Books, Nieves, Art Beat Press, and P.A.M. Books.

www.atmgallery.com