Tuesday, September 30, 2008

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Stumbled across this page: Poetic Acts

Some texts by American writer Kenneth Tindall, including one on Hubert Selby Jr.

Tindall belonged to the colony of American "Beat" writers and artists who went to live in Paris, France after WWII in pursuit of literature, art, and free love. He later settled in Denmark.

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Retro babe"...nice piece of shiny cloth draped in the background there..."
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Panzer Sdkfz 250/1 NEU
Some troopers seem to have turned the tedious task of repairing a track into a moment of cosiness with some mugs of tea or coffee. The black marking at the front end of the hull is a loading label used by railway personnel, providing the weight of the 250 and other information.
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Monday, September 29, 2008

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Carhenge (Alliance, Nebraska)

- Sad? - Depressed? - Going nowhere?

Take the Kitsch tour USA!

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Retro babe"...nice..."
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Panzer Pzkpfw III
Some panzer men resting. Note what looks like a captured French helmet on the far right, next to the turret. Also note the early practise of having the vehicle number painted on a detachable metal plate.
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Friday, September 26, 2008


Andrea Galvani

Art links, art links, art links...at the fascinating Bezembinder's Illustrated Links

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Retro babe"...good thing we got that central heating installed!.."
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Panzer Sdkfz 251/3, Ausf C
A long-range radio communications vehicle used by regiment and divisional commanders. Note the "K" marking at the front end, used during the invasions of Yugoslavia and Soviet Russia by vehicles belonging to Panzergruppe Kleist
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Thursday, September 25, 2008

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Ever wondered about the ACME company always appearing in the classic Roadrunner cartoons?..

read the story behind it

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Retro babe"...well, you seem to know how to blow, honey..."
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Panzer Pzkpfw II, Ausf A
Photo taken during pre-war manoeuvres or in the early stages of WWII. Note the Befehlspanzer command tank in front of the Panzer II and the two troopers wearing the kradmantel rubberized coat for motorcycle dispatch riders. We are probably looking at a panzer staff unit.
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

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French painter Bernard Buffet, 1928-1999

I like his cartoony style and the fact that he is one of the few modern painters who have made images of that trademark of the modern age: The Car


All them other guys just do soft porn in good taste.

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Retro babe"...no wonder everybody goes back to vinyl!.."
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Panzer Pzkpfw IV, Ausf C
In the service of the Afrikakorps.
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

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Autumn seems to have arrived in Country of Denmark and it's my FAVOURITE season but most Danes will moan and groan about it...

Maybe it's time for them to visit The Museum of Depressionist Art

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Retro babe"...nice hairdo..."
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Panzer Pzkpfw IV, Ausf C
Note the smoke grenade launchers fitted to the rear end of the track guards.
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Monday, September 22, 2008

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Nico - The life and lies of an icon by Richard Witts.

Another Nico biography processed...am I having an obsession?...

Unlike Songs they never play on the radio, by James Young which is about the last (predominantly down and out) years in Nico's life, this book is as close as you can get to an "official bio", written by her personal acquaintance Richard Witts and covering her entire life from her birth in pre-WWII Germany to her death on the Island of Ibiza in 1988.

If you have an interest in Nico this is definitely the one to get, but unfortunately it is long out of print and a good second-hand copy comes with a surprisingly high price tag starting around £ 40 and going as high as £ 262!

I managed to pick up an acceptable (wine and coffee stained...) specimen at £ 25.

I won't delve too much into the contents of the book but leave its pleasures to future readers. Naturally a woman who filmed with Fellini and Warhol, had a child with Alain Delon (which he has denied ever since) recorded with The Velvet underground and dated Brian Jones and Jim Morrison had a more than interesting life.

Unfortunately, most of the people involved come out as Freudian monsters who spent a large part of their short lives being mean and miserable to each other while greedily munching down every conceivable type of narcotics and alcohol available to them.
This was initially done in a search for inspiration, spiritual enlightenment, etc, but it progresses to become a seemingly tireless effort to destroy themselves, their talents and everybody around them.

After reading about Nico's life with some of the top players of the European and US avantgarde and her determined struggle to become an artist in her own right, you end up asking yourself if they are artists doing drugs or druggies doing art?..somewhere in between probably...and you no longer wonder why the concept of the free and independent artists living out side of society in "bohemia" has been replaced by the jet-lagged, continent hopping "corporate artists" of today. As the book progresses you realise that bohemia simply self-destructed in the sixties and seventies... leaving nothing but the "dole art" schmaltz of the eighties which stands out as the poorest and saddest epitaph an era can possibly acquire.


All tomorrows parties, Nico famously sang in the sixties,

by the eighties it had become all tomorrows hangovers.

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Retro babe"...nice gloves..."
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Panzer Pzkpfw I, Ausf B
A nice photo of a Panzer I moving up the line. Note the early type small vehicle number seen on the side of the hull. The numbers were painted on a detachable metal plate in the shape of a rhomboid, the tactical symbol of Panzer units.
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Friday, September 19, 2008

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Well, everybody talks about it so why not also here....the Damien Hirst auction

He scored $ 200 million, screwed the whole notion of "the art dealer", since none were involved in the sale...and the most expensive piece sold was The Golden Calf


Now, that's what I call making a point with your art.

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Retro babe "...yer a real glassy broad...ya' know that?...(hips)..."
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Panzer Pzkpfw III, Ausf E
Note that the crew are wearing standard issue field grey service caps instead of the black version for panzer crews.
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Thursday, September 18, 2008


Image courtesy of www.HappyWorker.com

At the mail center last night...my brain is nice and "dry" this morning...totally incapable of doing anything complex...I long for soft bread and warm liquids...

Work - The lobotomy of the common folk?

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Retro babe"...nice chair..."
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Panzer Pzkpfw I, Ausf A
A nice pre-WWII photo of Germany's emerging armoured forces. The national markings seems to be covered with black cloth on these Panzer I's, perhaps for security reasons or maybe a drill or war game.
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

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Richard Hughes shoes


It's getting more and more artsy here at DAMIJWH...checketh out ye Danish blogger and art collector Jens-Peter Brask and his Brask Art Blog
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Retro babe"...I'm buying a Honda!.."
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Panzer Panther
A strange looking Panther with its turret replaced by a box shaped structure, probably some kind of test vehicle. Note the unusual Tiger I next to it, it has the late production all-steel road wheels but an early production turret with "dustbin" cupola.
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008

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RAM catalogue, another walk down memory lane.

"RAM" was a group show done in 1995 at Portalen - A community and cultural center in Greve, south of Copenhagen.

As I mentioned yesterday, there were few places for exhibiting young contemporary art in Copenhagen in the early nineties and a lot of art students like myself relied on establishing our own alternative spaces.

So,

RAM was an opportunity...

We - Udstillingsstedet Nørre Farimagsgade 55, were invited to be in the show along with other groups of artistes working at the time: Max Mundus, Superflex, Saga Basement - Plus a number of individual artists, some of them represented by Gallery Nicolai Wallner who was practically the only Copenhagen gallery at that time showing young contemporary artists .

The idea, I believe, was to make a "voice of a generation" type of show, and flipping through the catalogue from RAM you will find quite a few people who ended up defining their generation of Danish artists. So maybe it was a good show to be in at that time.

But, Udstillingsstedet Nørre Farimagsgade 55 were never in it.

It was a long story...but in my opinion some of the more dominant members of our group let their own instabilities take over and decided that something was all wrong...
that the organizers of the show were set against us....that they were going to sabotage our contribution at the very last minute...that the show was not really cool to be in (the group Max Mundus had withdrawn from participating at an early stage, and they enjoyed a great deal of respect at the academy) that we should, at the very least , insist on having a specially marked, separate, section in the exhibition hall...etc, etc, etc, this was wrong...that was wrong...

Rongwrong...

Since we had agreed to contribute with individual works of art to the show, I went about creating an installation and the others laboured with their projects. There was even some money for materials. Naturally the more extroverted and ambitious members of our group put their hands on that at an nearly point. One guy wanted to make a CD with his music - Ok, there's gotta be room for that. Another, leading member, felt that a pair of ocean-going inflatable life boats was the only way he could express himself - Bought second hand, but still quite expensive.

I received zilch...but since I worked with cheap materials, I reasoned I could manage without funding...and then there was the common good of the group...and...er

well,

We worked and we worked. The day of the opening grew closer, the size of the jitters and the paranoia grew bigger...

What really happened, I don't know. But the idea that the organizers would try to sabotage our contribution to the show grew and grew. Until a point were communication between us and the director of the show collapsed.

Members began to leave the group...to participate in the show as individual artists. Some of the other artists were also getting a bit testy. They were afraid that our quarreling with the management might be closing the whole thing down.

I didn't leave.

I was A REVOLUTIONARY - Raised on the working class ideals of loyalty to the group and the common cause! - I stayed with the group!

A group made up from predominantly upper-middle class kids.
With a strong sense of individuality and personal ambition.

A few days before the opening I found myself in a Taxi, speeding down the southbound motorway and heading for Portalen. With me were two other members of the group, and a video camera. The idea was that we had to film when the directer of Portalen officially threw us out, to use as evidence if they later sued us for breach of contract...

Some leading members of our group, in my opinion largely responsible for the whole melange were not in the Taxi, they traveled in their own car.

When we arrived the directer did come out, ensured us that they would not sue, that we could keep the money we had already spent but that we were officially excluded from the show since he couldn't work with people who distrusted his honesty.

So we went back to Copenhagen. By train since we had no money for a Taxi.
There I was, standing on a crowded train surrounded by commuters, clutching a stylized female figure made from metal wire... part of the installation I had spent months creating and thought I would exhibit at a "breakthrough show"

By all accounts, I was an idiot.

A few days later the female cadre handling economy at Udstillingsstedet Nørre Farimagsgade 55 explained to me that there had been some expenses regarding the transportation of my work and I had to cover that myself.

So I paid.

For not being in the show.


By all accounts, I was an idiot.


Shortly after, a charismatic leading member of the group phoned me.

He had gone underground...hiding out...from "them"...in a cottage by the North Sea coast in Jytland....he needed my help for making a video...(I was always he practical guy around the art scene - A serious mistake...) there would be just the four of us, him, two leading girl cadres and me.

I went there.

Revolution, danger, underground, girls, video, the sea.


Like I said.

By all accounts, an idiot.


Lennard...I got to ask...how does one GET to be that...er.. .naive?...

I don't like the word..."naive"...

"trusting"...

I like that better.

That's right...I sometimes wonder myself about what went on in my head back in those days.

Lennard, er...you should...er...you know...this was in 1995...you should get over it...move on...you see?..

Yes, but that's the trouble...when something like this happens your development gets arrested in a way...there's a trauma or something...you get stuck.


Well, one of my teachers at the art academy once said: "...to make it in the art world you have to think and act like a member of the Hell's Angels..."


I suppose he was right.

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I never felt like exhibiting the installation I had made but turned it into a video instead, watch it here on YouTube:
Station - 1995

Since the catalogue for RAM had already been printed before we were asked to leave, it included my:
graphic

(and a big, if belated, thank you to the designer of the catalogue, Bjarne M. Nielsen, for giving me the center spread)

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Retro babe "...now THERE'S a good show!.."
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Panzer Panzerjäger I
The Panzerjäger I was the combination of the Pzkpfw I chassis and a Czech 47 mm Anti tank gun - The first "tank hunter".
Annexing Czechoslovakia in 1939 was one of the more brilliant crimes of The Third Reich since It meant the acquisition of loads of modern weapons and arms industries, most notably the Škoda factories.
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Monday, September 15, 2008

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larger version

Having my stuff returned from the CDB collection brings back memories.

Like this slide of an installation I did at Udstillingsstedet Nørre Farimagsgade 55, way back in 1994.

Somewhat frustrated by the lack of exhibition spaces for contemporary art in Copenhagen (and eager to get in the game) I joined a group of other students at the academy who rented a shop in central Copenhagen to turn it into an exhibition space with the very long name Udstillingsstedet Nørre Farimagsgade 55.

In the beginning we were around ten people, and we all agreed to do a "solo show" each, the plan being that our shows only ran for two weeks - To get things happening, moving, etc, etc.

I was on my third year at the academy and somewhat stuck in the no-mans-land of contemporary art. I didn't really know what to do for this show, but since we had a very collective way of working in the group, some of the "core members" suggested I took the entire contents of my room where I lived, rug included, and placed that in the gallery...AN INSTALLATION!

This meant I practically had to live inside the gallery for two weeks...but stupid as I was I probably said something like: "...oh, yeah...wow...cool...I'm with that!.."

Spending two weeks like a human goldfish was a bit stressful. The street outside was quite busy and each morning I had to check the number of passers-by with the corner of one eye, so I could jump out of my bed when no one was looking and slip into the back room, where the kitchen was. Here I could wash and get a few minutes of privacy.

During the day practically no one came to watch the show, as anyone familiar with independent artists spaces will recognise. But one day, the recently appointed professor at the Copenhagen art academy, Claus Carstensen, came by around lunchtime, with Rooseum directer Lart Nittve in tow. They spent a few minutes there while I munched down some meatballs and Coca Cola. Carstensen was very friendly, and he had taken a keen interest in what we were doing at the space from the beginning but I was already becoming a bit confused about the contemporary art scene - How could moving all my tired old junk into a gallery, and living there, be called art?..I was into making images.

I didn't get it then, and still don't...but Lars Nittve moved on to become the director of The Louisiana Museeum of Modern Art in Denmark, later on The Tate Modern in London and now the Moderna Museet in Stockholm, so I suppose he knew.

Claus Carstensen is one of the leading Danish contemporary artists, and some of my fellow students at the gallery moved on to become art stars, so they probably knew too.

Well, Lennard, what do YOU know then?...

I now know how to stay out of trouble.
I know how to stick to my own thing and stay with that.

And it took me a long time to learn that.

From this learning perspective, and perhaps also other perspectives, Udstillingsstedet Nørre Farimagsgade 55 was junior high.

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Retro babe"...ok, Sensitive Sandy - Then FORGET about wearing a skirt made from bananas - Jeeziz!.."
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Panzer Marder III (r)
Photographed at an allied vehicle dump with some Panzer III's in the background.
The Marder III (r) mounted a Russian 76,2 mm field gun. These were captured in large numbers during the invasion of Soviet Russia and modified to take German 75 mm ammunition. Note the live round on the ground in front of the panzer.
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Friday, September 12, 2008

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Finished reading Songs they never play on the radio by James Young
(hey, I can finish a book in eight hours flat! if it's not too demanding a tome...)

It's the story of the last seven years in the life of Nico/ Christa Päffgen , and her backing band.

By 1981, the former chanteuse of The Velvet Underground (apparently nothing tired her more than talking about those days...) has replaced the glamour of Paris, London and New York with the post-industrial (and post-punk) dreariness of merry ol' Manchester. This is mainly due to the fact that the town has a steady and affordable supply of top-grade Iranian heroin, courtesy of the resent upheaval and instability in that country.

The book begins with the creation of Nico's backing band, later known as "The Faction", which accompanied her on a seemingly endless tour around the world from 1982 to 1988, only ending when she dies after falling off a bicycle on the Island of Ibiza.

It's a fun read. The off-beat characters making up the band plus their manager "Dr." Demetrius spend most of their time guzzling down drugs and acting like idiots - But articulate and funny idiots. Nico, on the other hand has very little sense of humour and is by this account a gloomy black clad character who's all encompassing interest is shooting up junk while avoiding annoying trivialities like working, eating, socializing or taking a bath.

But, as Young admits along the way: She's the one with the talent. Perhaps mostly the talent of having a unique and charismatic personality and presence.

We then follow the merry pranksters around Europe, America and Japan in a variety of beat up vans and buses and through hotel rooms they usually can't pay for (they refrain from thrashing them though, this is the art-rock crowd...) In my opinion, the author spends a bit to too much time making fun of Nico's German accent and Germany...and Germans, Italians, Italian accents, The French, french accents, Londoners, cockney accents, Americans, American accents, etc, etc, etc.

You somehow get the feeling that he and the other band members might have difficulties dealing with the big outside world. As if their view of the world can be narrowed down to: All non-Mancunians are crazy, mainly because they talk funny...
The list of put-downs and wittiness relating to Nico's German heritage and Nazism also grows as you read on (she herself hates Germany) and half way through the book you begin to get a bit tired with the whole "what a crazy ride" thing... (especially with all them crazy fohrin'ers with their fonie achcents...) ..bla...bla...French customs officials are bastards....bla...bla...anal inspection....ha...ha...fingers up the bunghole...Amsterdam is a sewer....bla...bla....Nico throws a tantrum...(she's a woman, crazy...y'know...)...bla...bla...Australians talk funny...Czechs talk funny, Poles, Swedes, Norwegians, Japanese, they all talk funny...

The stereotypes are in perfect tune and you end up wondering why they didn't all just stay home in lovely rainy Manchester where people make sense.

The last highlight is the appearance of John Cale who is flown in to produce "Camera Obscura" a studio album with Nico and "the Faction", as the band ends up being called on the cover (something Nico also strongly resents- It's her music, she argues)
Cale is described as an an overweight maniac moving on booze and coke but somehow in command of an improvisational looseness which might be a way to save the album (her weakest, in my opinion) and perhaps (finally) make some real money for the band. He reappears later when they tour Japan, transformed into a slim non-smoking health freak deeply into shopping designer clothes and insisting that he is the performer topping the bill at venues, not Nico and her band!

Nico goes on to play her final gig - Ironically in Berlin which she saw as a child, burning in the distance from the allied bombings "...the wind brought with it the smell of burning buildings..." she reminisces. Then she goes to Ibiza (she had bought a house there in the early sixties with her modeling career money) She enters a methadone programme, hangs out with her son Ari (also a junkie...) before dying in a banal accident at forty nine.

I'd say Songs they never play on the radio is worth reading. Most of the time you'll get a chuckle from the absurd antics of the people portrayed and an insight into some of the bleaker sides to life as an artist/ musician. The main problem of the book is that you don't really get to learn that much about the most interesting person in it - Nico... a few myths are updated.
But maybe that's all there was outside of the music, the films and the photographs.

And the author? the back flap informs us that he (1999) is dividing his time between England and Russia writing on Russian life and outsider artists.

I bet they have funny accents over there too.

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Retro babe"...I don't know, Miss - We're looking for something really ROCK N' ROLL!.."
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Panzer Pzkpfw IV, Ausf C
Probably photographed before WWII.
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Thursday, September 11, 2008

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On Flickr you'll find these great B/W photos of 70s-80s England by amateur photographer: Mak'm
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Retro babe "...well done, Miss Skorzeny - Now we won't need a doctor to relocate my wife's hip!.."
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Panzer Pzkpfw IV, Ausf D/E
Note the number of special fittings on this panzer IV: A non-standard stovage box mounted on the turret, extra track links on the lower hull and vorpanzer, extra armourplates welded to the front of the hull. This was done at the factory to only a limited number of ausf D and E's.
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008

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Found this Nico (Christa Päffgen, 1938-88) website with some nice photographs from her modeling years

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What's up at YouTube: Nico singing "Heroes"
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Retro babe "...Gee, honey, Rock'n Roll Thrash Weekend is FUN, I can't wait to tell the guys at the bureau!.."
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Panzer Pzkpfw IV, Ausf G
A collection of factory fresh Panzer IV's arriving with their unit.
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Tuesday, September 09, 2008

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My dad's birthday today,

77 years in the party zone we call life!

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Retro babe "...peek-o-boo..."
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Panzer Sdkfz 138/1 "Grille", Ausf H
A 150 mm howitzer mounted on the Pzkpfw 38 (t) chassis created the "Grille" self propelled gun. Note the chicken wire attached to the hull for attaching branches and other camouflage material.
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Monday, September 08, 2008


well, thank YOU...

Ten years ago I was asked to submit material to the collection at the Center for Danish Visual Arts (CDB) but now they're closing it down to rely entirely on their digital archive kunstdk.dk

So my stuff was returned...

This is NOT rejection, Lennard...it is rationalization...a completely different thing.

True, and they did keep Retroflektiv, my DVD collecting videos and other stuff 1979-2004.

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Retro babe"...that's no argument...I STILL don't care about Lacan!.."
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Panzer Sturmgeschütz III, ausf F
Some stug speeding. The photo seem to be taken in desert surroundings which probably means Italy or southern Russia since only a few stugs served with the German forces in Africa.
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Friday, September 05, 2008

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Cut and Paste, a nice website about the history of the photomontage, including the work of pioneer Hannah Höch

Nice webpages, that's how we run things here at DAMIJWH.
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Retro babe"...no, Mrs. von Nixon - Let's get serious means something else to me!.."
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Panzer Sdkfz 263 Funkwagen (8 rad)
Another shot of the Funkwagen, looks like it's stuck in the snow, probably in Russia. One can understand why these eight-wheelers were later replaced with halftracked vehicles which could better deal with the extreme conditions on the Eastern front.
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Thursday, September 04, 2008

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It's my job at the mail center.

When I wake up the next day I'm a zombie, ....brain is wiped clean....no ideas for anything...least of all blogging.

But I had a funny idea involving kids,

-Most kids think the sound of farting is incredibly funny.

-Most kids think sugar tastes great.

So why not produce:

A whoopie cushion made from the same substance as winegums - The kids could eat it after they've had the fun of placing it under the seats of pacemaker wearing relatives or in their parents bed!


Just a thought, innovation is the thing of Now©™

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Retro babe"...nice wallpaper..."
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Panzer Sdkfz 263 Funkwagen (8 rad)
A nice shot of this specialist long range radio vehicle. Note the tactical sign of a signals unit.
(a basic list of German Army tactical signs can be found here)
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Wednesday, September 03, 2008



From the readatorium:

BLIMEY!

Matthew Collings' hilarious insider look at the British art scene of the 1990's. One of the few fun reads on art.

BONUS: Collings interview


Interviews with Francis Bacon
by David Sylvester.

"A classic" the back flap sayeth, and it is a very fine book if you have an interest in Bacon and his approach to making art because it deals mainly with the subject of Bacon's paintings and not the myths surrounding his life.

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Retro babe"...nice sandals..."
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Panzer Sdkfz 250 NEU
"Oi, Helmuth - Let's pack a lunch basket and take the panzer out to that lovely lake"
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Tuesday, September 02, 2008

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"A38"

I left home twenty years ago.

Spring had arrived, and I felt it was time to move on.

I moved in with my friends Jens (man of NSOP) and Folke, who shared an apartment in the building you see in the photo - Frederiksborgvej 38A.

I only lived there for a month or two, then I moved in with another buddy of mine - Mads, who lived in Copenhagen. Eventually we ALL went to live in a collective called Skodborg.

"A38" - Was how we referred to the place, a pun on the address and the name of a diet yoghurt which was called A38.

I spent some important formative years hanging out there, meeting people, getting drunk and high and most important: Listened to records. This was during a transitional period after I've finished high school and didn't really know what to do.

When I first started hanging out there, about two years earlier, I still lived with my parents which meant taking a ten mile bicycle ride to get there. Still, I was young and eager to live and for me trotting a two-wheeler has always been a combination of necessity and pleasure. I remember riding home in the moonlight one winter's night after dropping acid. I rode besides the fjord some of the time, the fields all naked and snow covered, shimmering in nature's own electric blue.

Good times we had - Getting high and digging the music of Bowie, Beatles, Lou Reed , Velvet Underground, Tom Waits (MY discovery...) and there was even time to be budding artistes...

but what about getting a job - or an education, Lennard?!?!..

Oh, yeah...but this was the eighties, you see...all of that was canceled out by the recession,

You had to make up your own life.

(Pan to living room, Iggy Pop's "Lust for life" playing on a REGA planar turntable through a Nikko amplifier...somebody asks me if I want to smoke. I do)

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Retro babe"...nah, forget about sex, honey - Let's drink tea and listen to records instead...."
******
Panzer Sdkfz 231 Fu (8 rad)
Photographed during the invasion of Russia, 1941. Note the Soviet T26s tank.
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Monday, September 01, 2008



"...bombings in Laos and Cambodia..."

This is the oldest newsflash from television I can remember.

Maybe it was because it was repeated every night.

Bombings in Laos and Cambodia.

The speaker saying that night after night.

And the image on the TV screen of helicopters landing or taking off.

A war, in some far away place.


Today I don't care to watch TV,

don't even own one.


Too many reruns.

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Retro babe "...very uplifting performance, honey!.."
******
Panzer Pzkpfw II, Ausf A/B/C
Note the many helmets carried on the outside of the panzer, internal storage space was very limited on the Panzer II. The practise of carrying the crew's helmets on the outside of the panzer was discontinued later in the war because too many helmets were lost.
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