Tuesday, May 8, 2007

The naked truth about Tunick

Thousands of naked people crouch in Mexico City's main Zocalo plaza
during the massive naked photo session
The naked truth about Tunick
Spencer Tunick's mass nude photo shoots are nothing more than a wacky publicity stunt
Jonathan Jones
Monday 7 May 2007 15.20 BST

Art lovers? ... thousands pose for Tunick's latest photo shoot in Mexico. Photograph: Ronaldo Schemidt/AFP
Criticise a popular artist like Spencer Tunick and you're inevitably accused of snobbery, but I'll come clean - I really don't believe anyone can mistake his sensationalism for art.
Tunick has just persuaded 18,000 people to strip off in Mexico City, for the latest in a series of mass nude photo shoots around the world. Well, good for him. He's got the publicity, and the participants doubtless enjoyed themselves, maybe even found it therapeutic.
But so what? Tunick's work isn't art, and no one who actually considered it for a moment would say it was. There's no interesting "thought" underlying his work nor is it a provocative challenge to what art is. His photograph-stunts are on the same level as a wacky advertising campaign. I find it contemptible the way Tunick is applauded for something so blatantly cynical.
I think many people secretly hate art. Not so long ago, it was perfectly respectable to express that loathing, at least for modern art, but nowadays art takes such a prominent role in our culture that most people feel obliged to pay lip service to it - yet the old loathing survives under the surface.
Why hate art? Because art is strange and alien. A urinal in a museum is peculiar but so is a marble sculpture of a nude Biblical hero. Duchamp's Fountain and Michelangelo's David remain odd, even when you think hard about them. There's never a moment when they become as accessible to us as, say, a good film or a gripping novel. Yet powerful institutions insist these are great works of art. The hatred of art wants to say: get lost, go away, this is just bizarre.
Ours is, after all, a world in which a couple of weeks ago, a column in the Guardian claimed the best exhibition in London is the V&A's Kylie show because it truly delivers the populism that "high art" (the example given was Gilbert & George) can only fake.
It seems to me that Tunick's fans are motivated - perhaps unconsciously - by a great revulsion at all the pretension and arrogance of high culture. Liking Spencer Tunick is a covert way of saying you hate art.





Monday, May 7, 2007

Thousands of Mexicans strip for photo shoot

México 2007
Spencer Tunick

Thousands of Mexicans strip for photo shoot


May 7, 2007 - 9:36AM

A record 18,000 people took off their clothes to pose for US photographic artist Spencer Tunick on Sunday in Mexico City's Zocalo square, the heart of the ancient Aztec empire.

Tunick, who has raised eyebrows by staging mass nude photo shoots in cities from Dusseldorf in Germany to Caracas in Venezuela, smashed his previous record of 7,000 volunteers set in 2003 in Barcelona, Spain.

Directing with a megaphone, Tunick shot a series of pictures with his Mexican models simultaneously raising their arms, then lying on their backs in the square, as well as another scene on a side street with volunteers arranged in the shape of an arrow.

Hundreds of police kept nosy onlookers away during the nippy early-morning shoot, and a no-fly zone was declared above the plaza.

One of the world's biggest and most imposing squares, the Zocalo is framed by a cathedral, city hall and the National Palace official seat of government, which is adorned with murals by Diego Rivera.

A ruined temple next to it was once the centre of the Aztec civilisation and was used for worship and human sacrifice. Spanish conquistadors used bricks from the temple to help build their own capital.

Some participants said the massive turnout showed that Mexicans, at least in the capital, were becoming less prudish.

Mexicans are not used to showing skin. Most men wear shorts only while on vacation, and women tend not to put on miniskirts because of unwanted whistles and stares.

"This event proves that really we're not such a conservative society anymore. We're freeing ourselves of taboos," said Fabiola Herrera, a 30-year-old university professor who volunteered to strip, along with her boyfriend.

The capital of the world's second-biggest Catholic nation, where tough-guy masculinity and family loyalty are held dear, has recently challenged some important traditions.

Last month, Mexico City legislators legalised abortion in defiance of criticism from church officials.

Also, gay couples are getting hitched in civil ceremonies thanks to recently passed laws in the capital, and lawmakers plan to debate whether to legalise euthanasia.

Not all Mexicans were impressed by the spectacle staged by Tunick, who was refused permission to hold his nude photo at the famed Teotihuacan pyramids outside the capital.

"They're losing dignity as men and women," said 63-year-old Armando Pineda, leaning against the cathedral and watching the now-dressed models leave the plaza. "It's an offence against the church."

The Mexico City metropolitan area is home to about 18 million people.

Reuters


Sunday, May 6, 2007

This Much I know / Gene Wilder / 'What if I’m not funny? What if I fail?'




THIS MUCH I KNOW

Gene Wilder: 'What if I’m not funny? What if I fail?'

The actor, 73, on when he gets nervous, reading Freud, and his first meeting with Mel Brooks

Gaby Wood
Sunday 6 May 2007


When I was young, my mother was very ill, and the doctor said to me: “Don’t ever get angry with your mother, because you might kill her.” The only other thing he said was: “Try to make her laugh.” So he did an evil thing and a good thing with just one breath.
I get nervous at the strangest times. Why? I don’t know, except that when I was 10 or 11, my mother had a heart attack – her second – and when she came back she said to her friends after dinner: “And now, my son will entertain you.” My heart was racing. I thought: what am I supposed to do? So I sat down at the piano, as if I were about to play, which I couldn’t. I said: “I will now give my imitation of a little boy going to bed.” And I walked out as fast as I could.
If there’s an audience, I think they’re going to expect me to be funny. But what if I’m not funny? What if I fail?
I went to military academy at 13. When I came home for Christmas and my mother saw all the bruises where I’d been beaten up, she started to cry. So I went back to my old school.
Whatever simplicity I’ve achieved in writing, I think I owe most of it to Jean Renoir and Hemingway: simple, declarative sentences. I’ve read some very good writers, but the sentences were so long that I’ve forgotten what the point was.
In 1956 I was drafted to the peacetime army. At my request I was sent to Valley Forge army hospital in Pennsylvania. I chose the neuropsychiatric hospital, because I thought: that’s the closest thing to acting. I had to help administer electroshock therapy there. I’d see the patients watching Amos ‘n’ Andy every morning – one boy would stand right in front of the television set, blocking the view, kneel down and start to pray. I said: “Now, that boy is sick. But not that much sicker than I am.”
I’ve read everything printed in English that Freud has written. It helped me a great deal.
Sex? I thought about it, but not when my mother was alive. When she died I was 23. It was both terrible and liberating. I thought: I’m free to act normally. And I became more normal.
I didn’t know what love was – I knew what falling in love was, but lust is not loving, it’s falling.
I first met Mel Brooks one night after a performance of Brecht’s Mother Courage, a play I was doing on Broadway with Mel’s girlfriend, Anne Bancroft. He had on a beautiful black Russian marine pea jacket. He said: “They used to call it a ‘urine jacket’, but they didn’t sell.” I thought: Oh, God, this is the guy for me! He read me the first 30 pages of a new movie he was writing, and he said: “Do you want to play Leo Bloom?” And that’s how The Producers happened.
What I learned from Mel Brooks was audacity – in performance as in life. Maybe you go too far, but try it.
People think I’m a Francophile, but I’m not: I’m an Englishphile. I like cream teas, I like the Tate Gallery, I like the theatre. I think London taxis are the best in the world.
I was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. I had a stem cell transplant seven years ago. I asked my doctor recently: “What if people say, ‘How are you doing, Gene?’ Apart from ‘swell’, what do I tell them?” He said: “Say you’re in complete remission.” I said: “What if they don’t understand that? Can I say I’m cured?” He said: “Just tell them that if you outlive your doctor, you’re cured.” I thought the best way to secure that would be to get a gun and shoot my doctor. But I love my doctor, so I can live with complete remission.
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Saturday, May 5, 2007

Daphe du Maurier / Mistress of menace


REREADING

Mistress of menace


Daphne du Maurier has often been dismissed as a writer of popular romances, yet her work is infused with hidden violence. To mark the centenary of her birth this month, Patrick McGrath relishes the dark side of her short stories

Patrick McGrath
Saturday 5 May 2007 00.02 BST

A
pparently Daphne du Maurier hated Alfred Hitchcock's adaptation of her story "The Birds". She was baffled as to why the great director had distorted it as he had. The difference between the story and the film is striking, though less in the depiction of the birds' inexplicably aggressive behaviour than in the characters who confront it, and where it all happens. At the centre of du Maurier's narrative is a part-time farm worker called Nat Hocken, and in the story his struggle to protect his family from the birds is set against a wild Cornish coastline where gales sweep across stark hills and fields and isolated farmhouses. The combination of bleak landscape and rustic characters lends an appropriately elemental tone to the tale, and this is missing from Hitchcock's version, with its placid northern California setting and the urbane city folk he casts as his protagonists. This may explain the author's dislike of the film.