empty mirror
remember the jackalope
there is almost a surveillance aesthetic. paranoiac. black/white. grainy.
the wire:
sneakers:
the conversation:
antonioni's blow up and di Palma's blow out fit in here---spectatorship, rear window morality (actually Hitchcock's rear window fits in here----even bits of mobile surveillance in this picture)
trans am, the surveillance:
elvis costello----watching the detectives
hall & oates----private eyes
simon x. garfunkel----america: "the man in the gabardine suit is a spy, be careful his bowtie is really a camera"
there are surveillance cameras in philadelphia-----and all over london.
and in so many stores, elevators, public/private spaces, satellites...
why does it feel like someone is watching me?
the wire:
sneakers:
the conversation:
antonioni's blow up and di Palma's blow out fit in here---spectatorship, rear window morality (actually Hitchcock's rear window fits in here----even bits of mobile surveillance in this picture)
trans am, the surveillance:
elvis costello----watching the detectives
hall & oates----private eyes
simon x. garfunkel----america: "the man in the gabardine suit is a spy, be careful his bowtie is really a camera"
there are surveillance cameras in philadelphia-----and all over london.
and in so many stores, elevators, public/private spaces, satellites...
why does it feel like someone is watching me?