"It's a dip or rather
a scrape… a dip your right tire will hit if you're traveling correctly in the
middle of the lane. It's not just another dip in the road. Look at it and it
begins to have it's own integrity; it's a flame shape like a fireball or a
meteorite crashing towards the very place on the Sepulveda Boulevard. If you think these paintings are about
meaninglessness, you have not looked long enough at the dip in the road."
- Joan Didion on Ed Ruscha's real life obsession with a hole in a road.
This was one of many great quotes mentioned during Ed Ruscha's brilliant (and very funny) talk last
night with Paul Holdengräber at the New York Public Library. As a photo of the dip was shown on a projector,
Ruscha called it his "Marilyn Monroe.” It was a pothole in the road that
he would look forward to driving over everyday. He planned on having the
dip replicated until the city unexpectedly filled it in a few days before the
casting. The conversation, which suitably ended with Ruscha
reading a short passage he wrote (“Information Man”) about a daydream wondering what
happens to his books after they leave him, coincides with the Gagosian's Books
A book I couldn’t put down, reading through the 300 some pages in
two consecutive evenings. At some points reading out loud passages to share
with Andrew. Like a proper rock biography should, Peter Hook’s recent book Unknown
Pleasures: Inside Joy Division, gives ripe insight into a myth.
Joy Division has always been on repeat in my life,
especially when I first moved to New York City twelve years ago. Two solid albums I
could listen to forever and every time, it always sounds so good. I admire them
not only for their music but the way that at such a young age they took cues
from existing inspiration that they loved and appropriated that into
something completely their own. Timeless and modern, everything from
the way they dressed with their neat button downs and Ian Curtis’ iconic trench
coat (in the book it is said that it was given away to a thrift shop, that
thought just kills me) to the collaborations with Peter Saville on their album
This book also looks quite beautiful, with a black pulsar cover and black edged pages. A total pleasure to read.