100 examples of urban decay photography.
Above: Abandoned brewery-cum-bowling alley, Berlin. Photographed by Keith Thorne. [ Via.] Related: Residue and Ghost Baskets.
100 examples of urban decay photography.
Above: Abandoned brewery-cum-bowling alley, Berlin. Photographed by Keith Thorne. [ Via.] Related: Residue and Ghost Baskets.
Mr Eugenides and Dr Westerhaus have both steered my attention to this piece of arts news.
Artist Tracey Emin has said she is thinking of leaving the UK in protest about being overtaxed. In a Sunday Times interview she said she was “very seriously considering leaving Britain,” adding: “I’m simply not willing to pay tax at 50%.” The government’s 50p tax rate for incomes of more than £150,000 will be introduced in April. Referring to the new tax, she said: “I reckon it would mean me paying about 65p in every pound with tax, National Insurance and so on.”
What’s interesting is that Ms Emin couches her objection in terms of philistinism:
Emin said the Labour government had no understanding for the arts. “At least in France their politicians have always understood the importance of culture and they have traditionally helped out artists with subsidy and some tax advantages.”
Typically unassuming, she appears to be suggesting that artists, and people who peddle tat masquerading as art, warrant some special dispensation. One not available to less elevated beings. The esteemed ambassador of the arts and creator of such mighty works as My Bed and Everyone I Have Ever Slept With could have been a little more to the point. She might, for instance, have argued that, “paying about 65p in every pound with tax” is objectionable – some would say immoral – artist or not. Readers may also note that while Ms Emin objects to her own indecent tax bill she also feels that artists should be subsidised by the government. Which generally entails subsidy by the taxpayer.
Deserted Chernobyl. // The mummified Lenin. // 11-foot tapestry made entirely of spider silk. // Carl Sagan sings. (h/t, EQ-aliser) // A gallery of cork-lined soda caps. (h/t, Quipsologies) // Solid Potato Salad. // Promote yourself with tongue depressors. // A pretty impressive bookstore. // Banknotes. // The Blob (1958). // Project BLT. (h/t, Mr Eugenides) // Lichtzeichnungen. // The museum of DOS. (h/t, Coudal) // Remember Omni magazine? // The Prisoner returns. // How intermissions were. // Soundsculpture. // Made of wood. // Mechanical tumour feels your computer’s pain. // And, via The Thin Man, it’s Club Honolulu.
Well, capitalism did nothing for me… The system is not set up to help somebody from the working class make a movie like this and get the truth out there.
Michael Moore, filmmaker of working class origin. Estimated fortune: $50,000,000.
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