face(s)

as many who read this page may know...i used to share this blog with my friend josh.

and we called it ourFace.

now it is all dave. all the time.

josh is still me friend. but this is now me blog. and it has been that way for quite some time now.

and i have considered changing the web address to match the more apropo "myface"...so that the url would then be:

myface.blogspot.org

then i thought i would do this and then my legions of regular readers would not be able to find my blog.

so then i thought i would make a warning post. or...even better...keep the old address with a link to the new!!

ah, how clever...and technologically savvy am i!

i was all ready to take this exciting step when blogspot notified me that the address was already taken!

what?!

there is another face.

someone has my face!?

who is this person...who is my face?

i had to find out!

ladies and gentlemen...i bring you

(the other) MYFACE
(note: viewer discretion is advised)

okay. did you check it out? in case the click didn't work...here is what you are missing:




updates on a guy's facial recovery after some undefined "accident"

and those pics are from 2003.

so, he hasn't updated in years.

i would like to believe that his face has fully recovered. and the site is no longer necessary.

we are no longer in need of his facial healing updates.

not that i don't sympatize and understand his need to provide the world with detailed photos of his seriously damaged headphone.

but it was five years ago and i want his url.

however there is no comment option. and no profile.

i can't find out who he is and overtake his web address.

also, on a similar but less jarring note...

this face:



which was in the Brooklyn Museum.

where i went for the first time on sunday.

which is embarrassing...because i lived about a thirty minute walk from the museum for about four years.

had i known.

and i didn't bring my camera.

but the museum was beautiful. it looked like this:



except there was a long line that looped around the lobby and then zig-zagged outside all the way to the sidewalk.

all for the liebowitz exhibit.

annie liebowitz is the next Pirates of the Caribbean.

i even bought ice cream mouse ears while waiting in line.

i waited for almost two hours to see the same photos that are in the book i was checking out in Barnes and Noble only days before.

but it was kinda cool. and she is amazing. and i love her photography. especially the photos she took of her family and Susan Sontag.

and a lot of the information placards were interesting. and there was some clever placement...such as a glossy color photo of George W. Bush with his staff - fully touched up and posed...placed next to a black and white gritty photo of michael moore and his thrift store t-shirt wearing crew.

and this pic of william burroughs...which i was kind of obsessed with...



mainly because i am obsessed with william burroughs. and his writing.

(naked lunch, junky, queer)

i could only find this very small version. because (as someone recently told me), it is illegal to repost copyrighted material on the internet.

but anyway. i am reposting it.

there was also another one beside it...that had burroughs looking right into the camera.

and it was frightening...but incredible. like burroughs.

that liebowitz really captures people. and faches.

and it made me think a lot about face...and celebrity....as the crowds gravitating towards her photos of leonardo dicaprio and al pacino. and away from her mother dancing on the beach.

is it familiarity through their profession?...their exposure? or ambiguity as to who they really are as opposed to the people they become on the screen? what makes a face interesting...?

and that was my "college student" moment of the day.

thank you for attending.

then there was:



Ron Mueck.

an Australian "hyperrealist sculptor" who makes life-like but extreme or disproportionate figures out of fiberglass and silicone.

i was fascinated.

and they are set up in these sparse rooms...so you feel like you are almost intruding on someone...and they feel very alive even though they are enormous and somewhat cartoonish. i felt a little like alice in wonderland. with naked fat people substituted for talking flowers.



my favorite:



please note woman in chair for scale.

amazing.

i want to be 100% silicone when i grow up.

when i left it was evening...and the museum it looked like this:



ah.

and then i walked all the way along the park to my favorite burrito place in me old hood.

faces and old homes. that is my blog thesis of the day.

my closing sentence:

There is a rigid dichotomy that exists between the naked figures of Ron Mueck and my Grande Steak Burrito; and yet there exists an intense and emotional proximity that will be thought about and analyzed for years to come.