Results tagged “blackandwhite”

Hobo cat. by mraaronmorris, from the Seattlest Flickr Pool

"MLK and Jackson" by Kyle Johnson (kjten22) , from the Seattlest Flickr pool

"IMG_0123.2" by quinnmckee , from the Seattlest Flickr pool

"1:AM at The Hurricane" by Espressobuzz

Q Loves Him A Field by Taylor Hain

"5:44 PM" by prima seadiva / Patricia

"Double Georgetown" by Steve Mohundro

"." by Sean Glenn

"light marks" by Jonathan Hanlon

"Reading-the-funnies" by Greg Phipps (El Gregein)

Guy Maddin films are not for everyone. With his love of silent film flourishes and his often bizarre sense of humor, Maddin can easily confound viewers. To wit: we have a good friend who lives and breathes cinema. He likes his films weird and dark and avant garde. But even he says of Maddin, "I just can't handle the guy."

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"bw drawbridge" by Coffee Jitters

"ash grove cement" by Andy Lachance

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Real Change is setting up camp at City Hall, to protest the city's handling of homelessness and new policies regarding homeless encampments. The planned protest is scheduled for March 13th, with Real Change encouraging supporters to "bring a tent and a friend" down to City Hall.

Over at the Seattle Times, Sheila Farr was knocked out by Camille Seaman's show, The Last Iceberg, at Photographic Center Northwest. You can preview some of her photos here. Like Edward Burtynsky's photographs of quarries and trash heaps, there's a troubling aesthetic at work. Reflected in the dissolving grandeur of Seaman's ice-scapes is global warming. Says Farr:

A member of the Shinnecock Indian Nation, born in 1969, Seaman records images that suggest a twilight-of-the-gods scenario at the melting polar ice cap. She points it out in the title of her eerie 2006 "Valhalla." Craggy frozen figures seem to be left standing after a production that has played out and ended badly — reminiscent of an earlier age when mastodons were caught in a cryogenic wind, summer daisies between their teeth.

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"coming and going" by Todd Bates

We've got less than totally positive feelings about the sate of theater today. In fact, last time the subject came up in the Seattlest newsroom, we were vociferous in our belief that it's a dead art form. But whenever we take such a dramatic and unwavering stance on one side of a debate, we're reminded that the world is not black and white and is actually shades of gray.

Slightlynorth is one of our busiest and best Flickr pool contributors. "Delivery"? Delightful. Bonus points for black and white and for being shot on film. Thanks! (Mystery: who will be the lucky 400th member of our pool? You? We'll find out any day now.)...

We were really looking forward to Seattle Rep's Fire on the Mountain last night, in part because it's an Appalachian coal mining thing and we love the Steven Segal movie Fire Down Below based on the same. Yes, we know, it's an indication of some serious flaw in our cultural map if upon hearing "Appalachian coal mining" we respond with "Steven Segal!" Maybe we fixed it last night. Maybe the next time we hear "Appalachian coal mining" we'll respond with "Fire on the Mountain at the Seattle Repertory Theater through March 24!" All we remember from Segal's version is that he saves some mining town and gets the girl through strength of body and character. Seattle Rep's production does a much better job of communicating the blatant rape of culture, people and land of the southern mountains that was (and is) perpetrated by the coal mines. They cover the low wages, black lung, cave-ins, busted families, ruined earth, the unions, strip mining, flight to the cities, the end of agrarian society, man's inability to confront death without a fistful of morphine, etc, all via song. The black and white photographs of Appalachian miners that were projected on large screens behind the musicians were a great addition, although none of the photos depicted a greasy-haired man with a little paunch righteously delivering a roundhouse to the face of a one-dimensional bad guy.

Back in October we posted about not being able to get our grubby little eyes on Jonathan Raban's new novel until January. The month has come and, now, gone, and the book is available at all your favorite retail outlets - Tonight Jonathan's reading from it at Queen Anne Books. If you've never heard Jonathan Raban speak you're nearly as impoverished as if you'd never read any of his books. He seems to write out loud like he just can't turn it off. He can't stop this volume and density of ideas and observations from flowing out of himself, and then there's a way about his voice that's so conspiratorial, so peculiarly British, so charmingly agile in tone and inflection that... Uhm, we're fans.

Regarding Friday's Amy Millan show at the Triple Door, we draw a parallel between ourselves and Amy Millan's feet. Amy arrived on stage in a cute little black dress, with open toed black and white shoes. She spent much of the show shifting her weight, with the shoes' "cute" apparently not equating to "comfort." Likewise, we spent much of the show getting used to the Triple Door environment and the fact that we were at a show in something other than our unofficial jeans plus t-shirt uniform. As we expected it was a perfect venue for the show, but we have to admit to being more than a bit out of practice when it comes to playing grownup at such a nice venue.

Seattlest gets around. Sometimes we eat in Ballard, and sometimes we make it all the way down to West Seattle. Thursday night, we were at the opening of Blackbird Bistro, a new restaurant right by the Admiral Theatre (unlike an identically named venue in Chicago, this Admiral shows movies, rather than naked ladies). For the time being, Blackbird will be serving lunch and dinner, with weekend brunch debuting sometime next month. They're trying to promote "socially-aware dining" with their use of "local, seasonal, and organic produce, along with naturally fed meats, poultry and Northwest seafood." That's all well and good, but how does the food taste?

Seattlest shelled out the $255 and got our new license-plate tag in the mail the other day. (Remind us to tell you the story sometime about the time our brother's mother-in-law, horrified at the state of affairs at her daughter's apartment, took the initiative to vacuum...and inadvertently vacuumed up their new license-plate tag.)

Way back in Seattlest's infancy (ah, February) we encouraged you to attend the silent movie series at The Paramount. We took our own advice on that one, and we have to say that the experience was incredible. We saw the world through black and white glasses for days afterwards until modern life yanked us from our 1919 fantasy.

While most of Seattle was out playing in the sun the last few days, two more candidates emerged for this fall's election.