Tuesday, August 4

Thursday, July 20

Shades of grey. Begin with what the Germans call the Reichskonkordat between the Vatican and Nazi Germany. It’s an agreement to maintain a separation between Church and State- something that also happens to be written into the American Constitution. Funny how Cardinal Eugenio Pacelli, who was soon elected Pius VII, is widely vilified for signing this thing, which was apparently a sound enough law that it remains on the books to this day. There’s a little wormhole in time for ya!
But yeah, the Church and the State have a lot of common interests. You could spend your days trying to figure out which is the worse evil (or which is the greater good) or you could ask why either of them have the power to decide our fates. Or ask if they really have any power over us at all?
Shades of grey. Here we have a photo taken by Henri Cartier-Bresson, using his soon to be famous methods. This was in Seville Spain, which, as you remember, was having a civil war, which I guess explains the rubble and the hole blasted through the wall. It might also explain the actions of the children. There’s a lot going on here, sides are being taken in what seems to me to be an ethical dilemma. This is all happening in the fraction of the second when Henri snaps the shot. How could he know? I’d say he had a good sense of timing, and maybe timing should be included along with sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell?
Shades of grey. There’s almost nothing I can say about Distortion #6 except that it’s good to see that not all the art being created in ’33 was ugly. I believe this was from a glass negative, unfortunately the digital version won’t reveal the subtle tones of the original. A different sort of distortion.
And the Fair continues. A street was renamed in Chicago, for General Balbo, a fascist. They’re still trying to get that street named after an American hero, but the American fascists won’t permit it.
Here at the Westinghouse building, three earnest businessmen have their heads together. They’re probably deciding which burlesque to attend, or speakeasy (repeal is still being voted on by the states, but it looks like the wets have it in the bag. heh.) In the background stands the modernesque building, looking like the pasteboard movie set that it is, a ladder propped up on the roof and electric wires hastily strung in front. We’re all rubes.

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