Welcome to a (mostly daily) newsletter of recommendations from Todd L. Burns. In every email, I suggest some things that I find interesting. Maybe you will too…
The little vocal flourishes that start to appear in the background around 1:50 just kill me.
A very rude piece about the death of the rude press.
All of Messerschmidt’s Character Heads radiate the same pure weirdness, and yet they each have a distinctive personality. Some look like they’re bursting to tell you the punchline of a dirty joke. Some look like they just caught a whiff of you, and you smell terrible. Some appear to be racked with guilt; others just seem to have been caught mid-sneeze. Frozen, somehow, in the illegible flux between extreme emotions, they have the immediacy of photographs, despite being sculpted long before the medium’s invention.