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“When Walser first put on his make-up, he looked in the mirror and did not recognize himself. As he contemplated the stranger peering interrogatively back at him out of the glass, he felt the beginnings of a vertiginous sense of freedom … he experienced the freedom that lies behind the mask, within dissimulation, the freedom to juggle with being, and, indeed, with the language which is vital to our being, that lies at the heart of burlesque.”
(from Angela Carter’s Nights At The Circus)
The inaugural venue for the first Biennale of Sydney in 1973, the Sydney Opera House has accommodated thousands of diverse performers since it opened - but never before has it been taken over by a forest.
For 24 hours only (Midday July 9 - midday July 10), French artist Pierre Huyghe will envision the iconic edifice as a post-apocalyptic ruin, some time in the future, with the Concert Hall housing a vision of unexpected new life emerging out of the destruction and decay.
Trees will spew off the stage and across the stalls and circles. A ghostly, dawn-like glow will replace the usual theatrical light and colour, and fog will hover low over the floor. By the entrance at the top of the hall will be a valley obscured by clouds. A lone figure will walk through the trees, singing, and audiences will be invited to navigate the in-between reality, with no specified direction or path to take…
Since the early 1990’s, Huyghe’s experimental films, installations, and public events have innovatively explored the intersections between reality and fantasy, and this strange, living, passing installation is a unique highlight of the Sydney Biennale.
Entry to A Forest of Lines is free and will be in sessions (check www.bos2008.com for session times). Expect queues.
The Dame bends over, whips up her crinolines; she has three pairs of knee-length bloomers, which she wears according to mood.
One pair of bloomers is made out of the Union Jack, for the sake of patriotism.
The second pait of bloomers is quartered red and black in the memory of Utopia.
The third and vastest pair of bloomers is scarlet, with a target on the seat, centred on the asshole, and this pair is wholly dedicated to obscenity.
(from Angela Carter’s In Pantoland)
It was not so long ago that wearing bloomers, those loose pants gathered near the knee, was a radical move.
Bloomers were invented by and named after Amelia Bloomer, an early American suffragette and social reformer who founded and edited the feminist publication Lily (1849–55). She interests me, not least because my name is also Amelia, my surname is Groom (not far from her's) and my middle name is Lily! My parents say they had never heard of her when they named me.
Throughout the second half of the nineteenth century gender roles were being drastically reformed and, insignificant as it might sound, women started to ride bikes. The bicycle gives autonomy and mobility, and thus was a threat to the patriarchy, which needed women to stay in their defined place, both figuratively and physically. The feminist and civil rights leader, Susan B. Anthony, is quoted as saying "the bicycle had done more to emancipate women then anything else in the world."
Amelia started wearing bloomers for practicality, especially for cycling. It was necessary to cast off the constricting and uncomfortable clothing styles that had covered women's bodies for centuries, but it was no easy task. Amelia, and other women who took to bloomers, were ridiculed and abused in the street.
Here she is in a controversially "short" dress.
Quote of the day:
“I disliked East Hampton. The cloud of monotony and uniformity which hang over the new, neat mansions, the impeccable lawns, the dustless garden furniture. The men and women at the beach, all in one dimension without any magnetism to bring them together. Zombies of civilization, in elegant dresses with dead eyes. Static.”
(Anain Nin)
write letters. everyone loves the post. i can't believe stamps only cost 50 cents! envelopes are great. don't let them become redundant. letter boxes are great too, as are letter writing paper sets. see this sample friendly letter or take inspiration from one of these lovely ladies. write letters!
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photograph by loretta lux
Make the most of this free extra day. Thanks to the 29th of February the calendar stays in synch - without it your birthday would end up falling on a day that wasn’t your birthday...
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Gas masks. Ex-American Army clothes. Life jackets. Tutus. Helmets. Victorian corsetry and bonnets. Dominatrix gear. All this and more can be found at Dog in Tokyo's Harajuku, and they encourage wearing it all together.
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Here’s another woman I recently fell in love with. Choreographer, dancer, poet, film theorist, photographer, writer and avant-garde film-maker Maya Deren. See her movies.
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For Claude Cahun fantasy was a valid aspect of self-presentation, and she could be whatever she wanted. The notion that the mask hides a ‘true’ self implies that there is a stable, essential identity foundation, but Claude said “under this mask, another mask – I will never finish lifting up all the faces.” The roles we take on can be discarded and replaced by others, as easily as a mask can be changed.
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