Tuesday, November 29, 2011 at 12:05PM [ED: Just a quick note to say I have an inaugural post on Gianni Versace's South Beach opus, Casa Casuarina, up on SHOWstudio.com here.]
Tuesday, September 20, 2011 at 8:19AM ALL CLIPS VIA YOUTUBE, TAKEN FROM TIM NOAH'S 1985 "IN SEARCH OF THE WOW WOW WIBBLE WAZZLE WAZZIE WOODLE WOO"; "MAKING OF" SET DESIGN VIDEO HERE
Wednesday, August 31, 2011 at 5:17PM 
Pygmalion; C-print, Edition 5, 2007
"In Ovid's narrative, Pygmalion was a Cypriot sculptor who carved a woman out of ivory. According to Ovid, after seeing the Propoetides prostituting themselves (more accurately, they denied the divinity of Venus and she thus ‘reduced’ them to prostitution), he was 'not interested in women', but his statue was so fair and realistic that he fell in love with it.
In time, Venus (Aphrodite)'s festival day came, and Pygmalion made offerings at the altar of Venus. There he quietly wished that his ivory sculpture would be changed to a real woman. When he returned home, he kissed his ivory statue and found that its lips felt warm. He kissed it again and touched her breasts with his hand and found that the ivory lost its hardness. Venus had granted Pygmalion's wish." [1]
13 (# of the least); C-print, 120 x 96 cm, Edition 3, 2008
"my perfection isn’t mine
you invented it
I am only the mirror
in which you preen yourself
and for that very reason
I despise you."
- Galatea Before the Mirror, Claribel Alegría, 1993 [2]
Pygmalion; C-print, Edition 5, 2007
Pygmalion; C-print, Edition 5, 2007
Pygmalion; C-print, Edition 5, 2007
ALL IMAGES BY CHARLOTT MARKUS, VIA THE ARTIST'S WEBSITE; TEXT [1] VIA WIKIPEDIA, TEXT [2] CITED IN CAPTION
Monday, August 15, 2011 at 7:06PM [ED: Nick once told me that Capricorns are prone to intense bouts of purging. I don’t typically give astrologically-based proclamations much weight, but I’ve been thinking about his often of late. As an editor, I feel more and more that 2TW has reached an end. That I’ve said all I had in me to say, referenced all I could reference, gotten from it what I could.
I also can't shake the feeling I'm only contributing to the endless glut of sound and vision that is the internet. I wonder how many posts on other blogs I've actually read in the last six months, versus how many I've saved to read later. Later never comes. I wonder if any of us are truly reading and learning from each other, or if we're all just treading water.
I read posts alarmingly similar to this one from writers I respect often, and know that “I’m not sure what comes next” and “I need to step back and reassess my priorities” more often mean the end of a project, a way to gracefully bow out.
I’m not sure what comes next. I need to step back and reassess my priorities. BRB.]
