Monthly Archive for June, 2008

Pink!

Pink Bike Stencil

Yes, it’s a photo of a pink bike stencil. And it’s being sold in scores all over the world RIGHT NOW! Liz-Books, a publishing company in France that creates all sorts of coffee-table photo-books centered around various themes wanted to include this picture in their book Pink Attitude, and being the gracious person I am, I let them.

So if you want to own a piece of a real Richard-photography-publishing, go and buy the book (you are, I assume, already in possession of real Richard-writing publishing, right?). The picture is, I think, on page 325.

(The above link to the book is for Amazon.com. If you are not living in the US of A or need the book to be shipped to the Old World for whatever reasons {including birthday presents to family living abroad, which this book would be ideal for!} use Amazon France for ordering. Bonne chance!)

Wetlands

I finished reading Charlotte Roche’s “Feuchtgebiete” last weekend, a book that has not only sold a whopping 700,000 copies, but has also attracted attention worldwide and sold translation-rights to a whole bunch of countries.

Now, the whole premise of the novel, according to widespread opinion, is to gross out as many people as possible. Which is an explanation for why the book was sold so often, even though just about everyone who’s read it claims it’s awful and worthless.

It’s a bit of a paradox really: people buy the book because it’s supposedly the grossest shit ever, then talk about how it’s definitely the grossest shit ever. But, surprisingly, I don’t find the book half bad. Sure, it’s set out to shock people, but seriously, having spent more than 15 years on the Internets, reading about this or that bodily fluid isn’t going to shock me (or most other people who pretend to). And, there is a quite a bit more to it than gross shit.

It’s basically the story of a dysfunctional family and the narrator, Helen Memel, happens to be the product of said family. The point of women being the victims of personal hygiene propaganda is a recurring theme and rings quite true, and even though it’s the center of discussions with Roche, it’s by far not the most prominent issue addressed in the book (but just happens to be a topic people react sensitively to. Zeitgeist, if you will).

In the end, the book is about alienation, broken families and what it’s like growing up as a girl nowadays. Hyperbole, as a stylistic device, is mostly found in poetry, so people are not used to finding it in prose, but “Feuchtgebiete” is, in its depiction of crass alternative hygiene practices and sexual acts usually unfit for girls Helen’s age, one big hyperbole. Which is what most readers didn’t see or didn’t care to see.

The book is not smut and it’s not porn either and while it’s one of the rare occasions of a woman being the frank narrator, it’s nothing new. But it’s a sad little story which didn’t feel like a total waste of time, and that’s enough for me.

25 seconds of hail

Living directly under the roof has its perks. Like knowing when it’s time get up, which would be the time the pigeons start sliding down your windows and are making a whole lot of that fucking early-bird-catches-the-worm noise.

Or in winter, when it gets really cold, forcing you to turn up that heater. Or in summer, when it gets so hot, you can either decide to stay in and perish or decide to go out and return after dark.

But living directly under the roof also has its downsides. Like when there’s some nice and healthy hail and your windows, slanted of course, are not made of bullet-proof glass and you’ve got a certain history with leaking windows and roofs anyway.

Which was the case today. So please, enjoy being in our shoes for the next 25 seconds (plural is no sign for delusions of grandeur, I’m actually referring to my girlfriend and me):




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