7th anniversary of jameswagner.com

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It seems to me like it’s been around forever, but today is actually the seventh anniversary of this blog.
For those of us who follow these things, this is also the anniversary of what turned out to be the most important event in my life, the night Barry and I met, eighteen years ago.
And, making the day even more perfect, . . . it’s also Paddy Johnson‘s birthday!
I just checked on what I had written one year ago. Today I may be more upbeat about the world outside the circle of our friends, but only a bit.

[the image is of one the three metal street numbers mounted on a metal service door belonging to a building down the street from our own]

real New York Times front page evokes fake Times

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The front page of this morning’s real New York Times looks an awful lot like the fake New York Times published by the Yes Men with the help of many others last November 12. My own hard copy of today’s Late [City] Edition differs only slightly from the one shown above. It adds a story which suggests the feds are getting closer to nationalizing the banks.
Probably the most significant element missing from the February 27, 2009, paper is the banner headline on the July 4, 2009, edition shown below: “IRAQ WAR ENDS” – but then we still have more than four months to get that one right.

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fake New York Times

[first image from the real NYT site; second from the faux NYT site]

Alice Springs wants to veil Helmut Newton’s photos?

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Helmut Newton Naomi Campbell, Cap d`Antibes 1998 c-print

I’m tempted to describe it as heroic, but Paddy would laugh at me. Art Fag City’s post brushing off frivolous claims of copyright infringement made by lawyers on behalf of Alice Springs, Helmut Newton‘s widow June, is spot-on.
And I’m not unacquainted with the discussion of photography and “fair use” myself, but AFC offers a full accounting of a real-life scenario, and help to all bloggers in the form of copies of documents and links, ending:

Kowtowing to wrongfull copyright infringement claims is a dangerous precident I�m not willing to set.

[image from artnet via AFC]

Obama’s change will require something like revolution

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On election day at around 6:30 in the evening I drafted some thoughts that seemed to reflect my state of mind at the time. Barry and I were going to meet Paddy Johnson a little later at the election watch party at Huffington Post headquarters, where I had hoped to come up with an image to go with the draft post. But by the time Obama’s election was actually called, around 11 o’clock Eastern, I had tears in my eyes. I was home, and when I looked at my lines a little later I knew they just wouldn’t fly right then (unless you were asleep that night or brain dead, you know what I mean).
Like most of the world, I am overwhelmed and overjoyed by what has happened, even more so since I will admit that ever since 2000 I thought I’d never see another real Presidential election (even blogging about my scepticism, repeatedly, beginning almost seven years ago). I had seriously underestimated the Republicans incompetence in both their ability to govern and to maintain power.
But it’s now less than three days later and the questions have already begun.
Will Obama be be able to oversee our national restoration? My brother reminded me on the phone yesterday afternoon, from suburban D.C., of the price we had to pay to bring about this victory. We endured eight disastrous years of a Bush presidency, years which saw both the haughty ascendancy and the ignoble collapse of the unmourned Late Capitalist, Neoconservative and Republican regime. Nothing of importance or worth in our own Republic or in much of the rest of the world has escaped the depredations of its arrogance, its sententiousness, its dominion and its greed. I had believed for years that no fundamental political change would occur until we had sunk into a genuine economic depression, and I had gloomily predicted the change would be toward some form of Fascism.
I hadn’t anticipated the confluence of the dramatic events of the last year and the exceptional capabilities of Barack Hussein Obama. I’d say we were far luckier than we deserved to be. There was certainly no inevitability in the timing of either’s appearance.
But in order to rebuild institutions, restore well-being and a belief in the future, the new President will have to pull off something like a major revolution. And he’s going to have to move fast. Roosevelt’s entire “First New Deal” was proposed and passed by Congress within the first 100 days of his administration. I can’t imagine how he and his administration managed it, but in 1933 the people were demanding immediate relief.
Today there may not yet be universal recognition of the full impact of the current economic collapse. Only a few are beginning to describe it as equivalent to the Great Depression, whose ravages were well underway as FDR assumed office (although to be sure, our 32nd President didn’t also have to deal with two messy wars and Global Warming when he moved into the White House). Without that full recognition of the seriousness of our crisis, and with the continuing strength of contemporary skeptics, dinosaurs and reactionaries, including the fact that almost as many people didn’t vote for him as did, Obama will almost certainly have to push through what must be, and almost certain will be, an extremely progressive agenda while not making it look too radical, and he will have to do it in a way that will disarm and even enlist on its behalf as many of its potential adversaries as possible.
It was very interesting to me when I finally looked into it, that during his campaign Roosevelt had apparently spoken to the voters of nothing remotely related to what became his extraordinarily-ambitious New Deal programs; in fact, much of what he did say suggested an agenda quite the opposite of what was later framed and passed. Not knowing this then, but because I knew something about my countrymen, it did not surprise me when I heard nothing specific about any kind of new New Deal from Obama at any time during his own extended campaign.
Obama knows he will have to be diplomatically politic. The nation is fortunate that such an approach corresponds with his own temperament, and that he brings to the task an extremely sharp mind, including the ability to think and speak on his feet, and what appears to be enormous strength of character. I have no doubt that if anyone could pull this thing off in this shaken country at this time, Barack Obama could, but he won’t be able to do it alone.
I know there will be mistakes, as FDR made mistakes, but, and call me Pollyanna again, I believe he will pull it off, partly because of what I have just written, but also because he will have so much help (both enthusiastic and skilled), and because we have come to such a pass that we all really want to see him to succeed: Regardless of our diversity, and despite the vast range in our individual conditions and current fortunes, none of us can afford the cost of failure. We’ll have to be in there with him.
Did I mention the awesome and “monumental” importance that our success would signify, an importance even beyond that of our decision to make a man who happens to be [described as] Black the President of the United States? More than a material recovery, success would mean the restoration of the all-but-buried idea of a free and welcoming America first invented by a wise, older world sometime in the seventeenth century.

These are the tone-deaf, and surprisingly angry lines I wrote early Tuesday evening, exactly as I had left them*:

The corporate devisers and the engine of our national disaster and disgrace have finally been repudiated. Bush and his enablers will squirm in their Pennsylvania Avenue lair for almost three more months, where they can still do a lot of damage, but the lease is up.
While it is clearly a victory for reason and common sense and what used to be called “the American way”, today’s vote marks only the beginning of the real recovery.
We must all immediately get to work picking up the shattered pieces of a proud republic, and it won’t be easy. While we are doing so it will be equally as important to resolve and ensure that as the privileged and proud citizens of this fortunate land we will never again sell our heritage to slick con men who thrive by preying on our selfish appetites and ignorant fears.
We are a free people only if we remain actively and continuously responsible for our own governance.
Freedom ain’t a tower.

*
I’m struck by the fact that I totally ignored mentioning the significance of race when I wrote about what I already expected would be an Obama victory. I’d like to think that what looks like my indifference to its role may turn out to be a bellwether for this country finally arriving at maturity, but I can’t help mentioning that later that evening I noticed and remarked to my friends that sadly even the Huffington party presented little more than a handful of dark faces in a sea of white. I was regretting that we hadn’t decided to watch the unfolding wonders from somewhere in the streets.

[image is a still of the MSNBC broadcast as seen on our home screen]

Gregg Evans and more, at the NURTUREart benefit

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Gregg Evans Luis 10/06 2007 digital C-print 16″ x 16″

Barry and I had a terrific time at the NURTUREart benefit Monday night, and we came home with the piece by Gregg Evans shown above.
Executive Director Karen Marston tells me that the staff is pleased and relieved that there was no major drop in either sales or enthusiasm this year, in spite of our current serious economic scare! She added that even if it hadn’t been a financial success she herself would have thought all the work worthwhile for its incalculable value in energizing the volunteers, the artists (including the school kids in the Outreach Program), patrons both continuing and newly-arrived, and friends who can’t live without art.
I can only say myself that the art displayed and available was very impressive, and that the room was filled with more happy and excited people – of all kinds – than I have ever seen at an arts benefit, and I’ve been to a lot.
I think the organizers are trying to arrange a way to make the works which did not walk out of the room that night visible on line and available for purchase. I know that if we had some fat in our own wallets right now the two of us would have reduced their number quite a bit further on our own. The exhibition had been selected from offerings by NURTUREart artists through the input of a curating team which included Koan Jeff-Baysa, Lowell Pettit, Amy Rosenblum Martin, and Lily Wei. Their excellent judgment was reflected in the quality of what we saw that night. If a system for the sale of the remaining works is set up, I will be reporting it here.
The picture at the top of this post?
We had purchased a ticket which entitled us to one artwork, but, since we were also on the benefit committee and had to get back to work, we had only a few seconds to make a pick from among 150 worthy pieces hanging on the walls of the James Cohan Gallery.
Quickly comparing notes when we could both take a break, Barry and I found we had each separately and immediately zoomed in on “Luis” without knowing anything about the artist or the series of work of which it is a part. It was enough that this beautiful big print suggested a mind and an aesthetic which seemed to be worth exploring further. It turns out that the image is part of body of work in which Evans investigates the home environments of a number of his friends.
I’ve searched on line for more information and I came across these two statements, on separate pages of an Arts in Bushwick preview/profile, about his work from the artist himself:

I have a friend who often talks about photographing the people he is close with as a way of maintaining relationships. I often wonder if I agree with his logic, if the power between photographer and subject creates connection or destroys it. Can one maintain a friendship with someone they are constantly observing? If, for example, I photograph the things which gather on bookshelves in a friend�s apartment is this photograph a testament to our friendship and existence, or is it really a marker of the beginning of the end? What happens to a relationship, or for that matter, a place, when it is suddenly acknowledged as important?
My work stems from day to day life; the seemingly banal objects and spaces we overlook in a given day or week, i.e. the books on one�s bookshelves or the newspapers we leave behind on the subway. I am interested in the remnants of consumer culture, archaeology, and what our products say about us.

There’s more here, on the White Columns Registry site, and there are also two books documenting his work, one carrying the weight of the painfully-disconsolate title, “I Could Walk Away Now And You Wouldn�t Care”, the other (a zine?) tagged with the more dispassionate, “The State of Upstate”.

glitch

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It was a glitch.
Because of some technical difficulties today, some of my draft posts went out last night in my “jimlog” email and appeared on the site for a while. I apologize for any confusion, and for the aesthetic abomination.
Sometimes I start a post and complete it much later when I have time (or maybe never), and sometimes I use drafts to make notes for potential posts. So, while some of these “drafts” are like post-it note reminders for myself to complete an entry in the near future, some are set up only as raw material bins.

[image, once again, from Benjamin Fischer’s “Portfolio Neuordnung“]

a little more “about” James Wagner

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untitled (self-portrait with Praktiflex) 1961

Occasionally someone will ask about the brevity of my “about” page, but for years I have put off enlarging it. I suppose it was because I couldn’t decide what to put in or leave out, or how formal or personal it should be. I think I’ve come up with an answer, at least for now. I’ve kept the original statement on my home page, but I’ve written an extended and probably sort-of-irritating narrative bio, “more about” on a separate page, where you have to dig for it a little, and where I expect it to languish in obscurity.
Oh, the picture which appears there was taken by Barry while we were crossing to Seattle in a ferry. It may not have been taken yesterday, but it has the virtue of documenting the last time I remember having anything resembling a tan. The picture of me (also showing a tan – hmmm . . . .) included on this page was taken in the entrance foyer of the home in which I grew up.