Woman against a giant sago palm. The feathers Kombai women wear as a sign of beauty include those of chickens and cockatoos. (The Kombai, Avaunt Magazine, by Oliver Steeds), photograph by Frédéric Lagrange
It’s very seldom that my Google-Fu is so utterly defeated, that I’ve been reduced to this, but I need your help, gentle reader.
Does anyone remember the period of fast food architecture from the late 1980s to early to mid 1990s when nearly all fast food restaurants looked like greenhouses, with huge, sloping glass windows that filled them with light? They were wonderfully warm and futuristic. I’ve been trying to find images of the “greenhouse” era of fast food restaurants, easily the high point of fast food architecture, even including the mid-century designs. It was the most elegant era in fast food architecture ever, and it’s like nobody realized it happened. I can’t find any images to illustrate what I mean and boy, have I looked. Anyone with images would be appreciated.
Like all great American art, we created something wonderful, then ignored it and thought it had no value because it was closely tied to commerce and “low class culture,” and didn’t even realize we did it at all (there’s a reason “film noir” is a French term - they noticed this stuff wasn’t “junk” but a genre unto itself long after the genre ceased to exist).
It is likely that some troubles will befall us; but it is not a present fact. How often has the unexpected happened! How often has the expected never come to pass! And even though it is ordained to be, what does it avail to run out to meet your suffering? You will suffer soon enough, when it arrives; so look forward meanwhile to better things. What shall you gain by doing this? Time. There will be many happenings meanwhile which will serve to postpone, or end, or pass on to another person, the trials which are near or even in your very presence. A fire has opened the way to flight. Men have been let down softly by a catastrophe. Sometimes the sword has been checked even at the victim’s throat. Men have survived their own executioners. Even bad fortune is fickle. Perhaps it will come, perhaps not; in the meantime it is not. So look forward to better things.
Svffer País a German Grindcore band that’s FUCKING SICK
note: i do not normally like grindcore. I do not have a tolerance for it. computer generated blast beets and pig screams are not what this is.
this band is far, far above that realm.
they’re so good i would say ‘grindcore’ is a misnomer, or maybe the style of grindcore i’m familiar with is terrible.
“your preachments are evil
and they are a direct threat to the survival of civilzation
if you don’t consider me an enemy you don’t know an enemy when you see or hear one
back when people who cared about what they did were still doing big things.
now we get people who are obsessed with making really tiny meticulous mindscapes for niche believers, while mass-scale culture stumbles blindly in the dark!
maybe the shit will come full-circle one day. maybe the weirdos will continue to delve into their own pits and collect in the shadows like cockroaches. maybe the times then and now really aren’t that different and in a few hundred years people won’t even be able to tell 'us’ apart, the way the nobody knows the difference between 1120AD and 1160AD.
Mike Bryan original poster artwork for ROBOCOP (1987). The second image explains how it was made.