In DJ-ing circles, the term “cosmic” often signifies little more than playing a Depeche Mode B-side at the wrong speed. Nothing wrong with that of course, but if you’re yearning for something a little deeper, let us transport you back to Provence in 1970.
The Fondation Maeght is an extraordinary art institution nestling in the hills of Saint Paul de Vence, Côte d’Azur, which I’ve been lucky enough to visit on a couple of occasions. Founded by dealer Aime Maeght in 1964, it was described by the Culture Minister of the time as “by no means a palace, by no means a museum”. Suffice to say, if your travels take you to the Nice/Antibes area, it’s well worth a visit.
Celebrated fashion photographer Jeanloup Sieff took the above photo at la Fondation in 1965. The model is wearing a “little white dress” by the architecturally-inspired designer André Courrèges. She is standing behind Alberto Giacometti‘s giant bronze, Grande Tête. Can all this be seen as a signifier of women’s emancipation in France in the 1960’s? If you are at all intrigued by that question, I’d point you in the direction of issue 26 of Tate Etc. magazine, where the debate rages for several hundred words.
One can only imagine the atmosphere at Sun Ra‘s gig there some 5 years later. Luckily the music was preserved, initially – and somewhat bizarrely – on 7″ singles and subsequently via LP and CD.
Ranging from the (by his own unique standards) accessible to the defiantly cosmic, the set is no easy listen…but in a world of instant gratification, all the more satisfying for that.
The selection below registers somewhere in the middle on our trusty Cosmometer™…
This weekend I went out for a balti to Birmingham’s Sparkbrook area: a round trip of some 250 miles necessitating an overnight stay, but last night’s balti was delicious (thank you Adil’s).
After breakfast this morning – overlooking the splendid canal system – we headed for the Ikon Gallery with nothing more in mind than killing an hour before catching the train back to London. What a delight then to see the small-but-perfectly-formed photography exhibition John Myers Middle England.
Myers is a Yorkshire-born, Midlands-based artist and academic, who throughout the 1970’s took an extraordinary series of photographs of his local Stourbridge area. The portraits (see above) have a haunting oddness that lingers in the memory but it was the people-less subtopian landscapes that really struck a chord with me – including a series devoted to electricity substations.
Being of an age to remember the 1970’s, the photographs brought back the stultifying feeling of boredom, or boring-ness, that I associate with large parts of that decade. I write also as someone who as a youth wandered around the outskirts of town with his own camera, taking “artistic” shots of cooling towers and the like. Those shots won’t be troubling the gallery curators anytime soon, but John Myers’ work is definitely worth a trip to see (and don’t forget the balti)…
Despite having acquired an iPhone, I still haven’t quite got the hang of on-the-spot reportage. So suffice to say that tonight’s opening of Dave Swindells’ Spirit of Ibiza ’89 (How Balearic Beats Liberated London) exhibition at theprintspace was suitably bangin’. The beer & wine flowed freely, Phil Mison was manning the decks and a variety of scenesters, faces and normal people looked at some very good photos. Well worth checking out if you’re in the Shoreditch area (though there won’t be any complementary booze or Phil Mison from this point onwards).
Oh…if you’re struggling to see The Balearic Chart, it’s: