Archive for December, 2009

Tell The Skeleton Why You Killed Her…

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The Apparatus For Obtaining Criminal Confessions And Photographically Recording Them patent, from 1927, is genius. Put a skeleton in a false wall with blinking bulbs for eyes, and the convict will reveal all!

Orson Welles on Privacy, the Passport and Personal Rights

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Orson Welles was best known for his work as an American film director and actor – Citizen Kane being his pivotal career piece, which he co-wrote, produced, directed and starred in.

In 1955 Welles did a series for the BBC called Sketchbook where in six, 15 minute shows he drew in a sketchbook “to illustrate his reminiscences for the camera … [he] served as host and interviewer, his commentary including documentary facts and his own personal observations.” Perhaps most interesting to the contemporary viewer, weren’t his memories of movie stars and film making, but rather his very modern and apt observations about privacy, the passport and personal rights.

I wonder why it is that so many of us look like criminals in a police lineup when we have our pictures taken for a passport. I suppose it’s the unconscious foreknowledge of the scrutiny to which our likeness will be subjected that gives us that hangdog, guilty look. Really, theoretically, a passport is supposed to be issued for our protection. But on how many frontiers in how many countries I’ve handed over my passport with all the emotions of an apprentice forger trying to fob off a five pound note on the Bank of England. Guilty conscience, I suppose … Think of all of those forms we have to fill out, for example, you know what I mean, by police forms, we get them in hotels, on frontiers, in every country all over the world we’re asked, state your sex, male or female, for example. Well obviously, I’m a male, I’m a man, why should I have to answer that? State your race and religion in block letters; well, now why should I have to confide my religion to the police? Frankly, I don’t think anybody’s race is anybody’s business. I’m willing to admit that the policeman has a difficult job, a very hard job, but it’s the essence of our society that the policeman’s job should be hard. He’s there to protect, protect the free citizen, not to chase criminals, that’s an incidental part of his job. The free citizen is always more of a nuisance to the policeman that the criminal. He knows what to do about the criminal …

I’d like it very much if somebody would make a great big international organization for the protection of the individual. That way, there could be offices at every frontier. And whenever we’re presented with something unpleasant, that we don’t want to fill one of these idiotic questionnaires, we could say “Oh no, I’m sorry, it’s against the rules of our organization to fill out that questionnaire.” And they’d say “Ah, but it’s the regulations,” and we’d say, “Very well, see our lawyer,” because if there were enough of us, our dues would pay for the best lawyers in all the countries of the world. And we could bring to court these invasions of our privacy, and test them under law. It would nice to have that sort of organization, be nice to have that sort of card. I see the card as fitting into the passport, a little larger than the passport, with a border around it, in bright colors, so that it would catch the eye of the police. And they’d know who they were dealing with … The card itself should look rather like a union card, I should think, a card of an automobile club. And since its purpose is to impress and control officialdom, well, obviously, it should be as official looking as possible. With a lot of seals and things like that on it. And it might read something as follows:

This is to certify that the bearer is a member of the human race. All relevant information is to be found in his passport. And except when there is good reason for suspecting him of some crime, he will refuse to submit to police interrogation, on the grounds that any such interrogation is an intolerable nuisance. And life being as short as it is, a waste of time. Any infringement on his privacy, or interference with his liberty, any assault, however petty, against his dignity as a human being, will be rigorously prosecuted by the undersigned …

Read the entire transcript here or, better yet, if you are in the UK, you can watch it on BBC iPlayer.

Orson Welles Image by Patrick Charles.

The Love of a Powerful Woman

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Recently David Byrne announced a new collaboration with Fat Boy Slim called Here Lies Love inspired by the ‘steel butterfly’, Imelda Marcos. The collection, set to be released in February 2010 presents Marcos “meditating on events in her life, from her childhood spent in poverty and her rise to power to her ultimate departure from the palace. In particular, the production looks at the relationship between Imelda and a servant from her childhood, Estrella Cumpas, who appeared at key moments in Imelda’s life.” (source)

Marcos was the first lady of the Philippines in the late 1960s. One of the most hated women in politics in the last half century, she was appointed various powerful positions in her husband’s government after he declared martial law and abolished the constitution, allegedly squandering away money belonging to the people of the Philippines to buy property in New York, fur coats and shoes.

Marcos was criticized for spending hundreds of millions of dollars on high-profile infrastructure projects that did little to alleviate poverty and were beyond the reach of ordinary Filipinos … By 1985, it was estimated that the Philippine government had acquired more than $28 billion in foreign loans, much of it during President Marcos’ 20-year rule… On March 10, 2008, [Marcos was] acquitted of 32 counts of dollar salting (involving £430m in Swiss bank accounts) due to reasonable doubt. Marcos stated: “First of all, I am so happy and I thank the Lord that the 32 cases have been dismissed by the regional court here in Manila. This will subtract from the 9001 cases that were filed against the Marcoses.” Her lawyer Robert Sison said that she has 10 pending criminal cases remaining… (source)

Why Marcos? According to Byrne, “The story I am interested in is about asking what drives a powerful person—what makes them tick? How do they make and then remake themselves? I thought to myself, wouldn’t it be great if—as this piece would be principally composed of clubby dance music—one could experience it in a club setting? Could one bring a ‘story’ and a kind of theater to the disco? Was that possible? If so, wouldn’t that be amazing!”

Imelda Marcos image by Billypalooza.

Buy Chocolate Anuses at The Shop of Horrors in London

The Last Tuesday Society's Shop of Horros in Bethnal Green, London

The Last Tuesday Society “is devoted to exploring and furthering the esoteric, literary and artistic aspects of life in London and beyond.”

They hold a wide variety of beautiful, curious events, and I suspect we’ll be writing about them again in the future. But today we’d like to highlight their incredible Little Shop of Horrors in Bethnal Green, London. The shop of curiosities sells:

A wide variety of curiosities and oddities [...] from human fetuses to shrunken heads, chocolate anuses, carniverous plants, orchids and mutated teddy bears, not to mention a fine selection of speciality teas, broken children’s toys and dead plants

It’s located at 11 Mare Street, and is currently open 12-6pm, Friday to Sunday.

I Was Going to Tell You About Ice Storms

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In the spirit of the recent smattering of snow in London, I was going to tell you all about the great North American ice storm of 1998 and include some interesting facts about snow and ice. Like the difference between glaze ice and rime ice, the fact that a typical ice storm  is 50 km wide and 500 km long and a whole host of other things to pique your curiosity.

Then, while searching Flickr for Creative Commons images of ice storms for the post, I found what may be the best photo pool ever. As luck would have it, though not really relevant to my original intention, the photos are tagged ‘Ice Storm’.

You can view Rev. Xanatos Satanicos Bombasticos’s brilliant ‘ice storm’ photos here. Based on the notes, they are circa 1994.

Image Credit:  Vicky’s Clint-Calendar Ice-Storm 1994 photoshoot – 0158 Ice Storm – Clint behind icy fence 199402, by Rev. Xanatos Santanicos Bombastico.