Tag: Culture

  • Day of the Dead

    Day of the Dead

    Local characters

    Day of the Dead is the Mexican holiday that brings people together to remember those that have passed away. Rather more celebratory and stylish in nature than our own Halloween, it is a firm fixture on San Francisco’s calendar; particularly in the southern Mission district, traditionally home to San Francisco’s Latino population.

    A procession makes its way through the streets of the neighbourhood, and people go to great lengths to get dressed up, paint their faces and make elaborate shrines; either mobile or immobile. It’s a sight to behold: you can really see where Tim Burton gets his inspiration from for his animated films.

    As I spend time in this city, it’s nice to discover local events that feel really ancient. This is a ‘new’ city with many transient residents, and it made me realise how much I miss the festivals or events that happen in Europe or Asia that have been happening since time immemorial; things like Guy Fawkes night, where it is not even a question if you participate – it’s woven into the fabric of the country.

    I missed Day of the Dead when I was in Mexico by a few weeks, back in 2004, so I was really pleased to see it this time round. Next year I dress up!

    Dancers perform at the four intersections of the route; Mayan culture fusing with western religion before your very eyes.
    Flamboyant dancers.

    An extraordinarily well art-directed event, without any art direction.
    Vantage points

    Some people slightly less entertained – but the event went off peacefully.
    Crowds of people with their own models followed behind.
    Local celebrities
    The destination on the route is in Garfield Park, with the Festival of Altars. People spend the day setting up little shrines to loved ones, family members, or even pets.
  • Pinball Wizard

    Pinball Wizard

    My weekend of pure Americana continued, when we stumbled upon the annual Pinball Expo at the Marin County Civic Center. There was obviously no choice – we had to go.

    Bringing together machines from over fifty years, a one-time charge at the door allowed us to play on machines dating as far back as the 1950s, right up to the present day. It’s astonishing just how little the concept of the machines has changed; a pair (or perhaps a couple more) of flippers, a bunch of balls launched at unlikely, noisy obstacles. More than a few times, I got sucked into a cabinet, attempting to better my score, and I must say that some of the old machines were still a hoot to play. I guess this was the birth of the video game?

    A hall full of machines … it felt like stepping into one of those documentaries along the lines of Air Guitar Nation, or King of Kong. And yes, the people (i.e.: men) were just as fascinating.

     

    Machines followed a huge range of themes, from the frankly racist …
    … to the simply racy.
    A delight of the electric age.
    Reflecting the culture of their day
    Drawing the punters in
    At the back of the hall, and on loan from the local pinball museum (yes, that exists), was a fully-transparent machine. It was fascinating to see all the gears and electro-mechanical parts whizzing away – it’s amazing that they could extract logic from this collection of wires.
    I think I need one of these in my house
    Don’t tell my Dad about pinball machines – he would take over the house!

     

     

  • Gone Skiin’

    Gone Skiin’

    More used to 2m slalom skis, it was fun to use shorter parabolic carving skis.

    In the last fourteen years, I have only managed a scant week of skiing, and in that week (back in 2004) I managed to break my wrist while trying to snowboard.

    In moving to California, I was rather excited about the prospect of living within shooting distance of some serious mountains, so when a team of designers, architects and webby people invited me along, I immediately bit their hand off.

    Located to the south of the main Tahoe areas, Kirkwood has some of the best snowfall in the region, and while not quite waist-deep in powder, we at least had some pretty soapy white stuff to mess around on, with minimal ice.

    I was pleasantly surprised by the difference in experience between skiing in Europe and America. The super resorts in France are huge in comparison and really set up for a solid week of action; this is in contrast to here, where people get less vacation and want a weekend get-away.

    Skiing with a couple of Dutch people, it was interesting to discover just how many of the cultural references we shared from family holidays in the Alps; the Raclette and Fondue, the mixtures of European nations vying to be first onto the ski lift, and the uniform ridicule of mono skiers and their strange sense of fashion. I would also argue that, since people are only going for the weekend a few times a year – instead of saving for six months and going for 9 days – that people don’t invest to the same amount in lessons. You do see plenty of groups of ‘roll-ons’ though (we dubbed the wee kids in the helmets by this name, since they look like cans of roll-on deodorant) and the skills of some of the snowboarders, in particular, was breathtaking.

    But I ain’t complaining; skiing and hotdogs is a fine combination, and one I shall be partaking in again at the earliest possible convenience.

    Mister Ryan Gosling joined us for the weekend too.
    While trying to use my waterproof Pentax camera (the worst piece of product design ever?), I didn't quite manage to set up a proper group shot … but it's better when looking natural, right?
    Marieke, who is on the Dutch national synchronised skiing squad
    EXPERTS ONLY. WE ARE EXPERTS.
    You can kind of see that the hills here are a bit more rolly than the Alps, but I ain't complaining.
  • Local Cars for Local People

    Local Cars for Local People

    One of the pleasures of walking around the neighbourhood is checking out the exotic (and not so exotic) machinery on display. Everything from immaculately-prepared hotrods, through to European rust-buckets.

    Gorgeous slices of Detroit iron are all over the place. I find it funny that although I consider myself pretty knowledgeable about cars, I could not name most of them at a glance.
    'Patina' is what I think it is called.
    Except for the questionable alloys, there are quite a few older European classics as well. Inexplicably, there are Alfa Romeos everywhere; how they have not rusted into a pile of oxides by now I will never know.
    Whether it is the authentic colour or not matters not a jot (if that colour is bright orange, at least).
    There is a line of modified mid-90s luxe-barges over here, but that does not explain why you would want a graffiti mural on your Caddy.
    … and every so often you come across something utterly cute.
  • Cloudgate – Annual Outdoor Performance

    Cloudgate – Annual Outdoor Performance

    Cloudgate – and our sunshine account in the red

    Cloudgate (雲門舞集) are an institution in Taiwan; and one of its most treasured cultural exports. Combining traditional Asian and Chinese motifs, they combine them in extraordinary ways, mixing digital media, human-scale calligraphy, old folk tales and contemporary dance. It’s always a challenge to get seats for their performances in Taiwan, since they are so often on the road abroad, but they have an annual open-air performance; this year at least in the grounds of Chiang Kai Shek Memorial Hall, and in the shadow of the National Theatre.

    Seats were first-come-first-serve, so Yuyin and I wandered over a couple of hours early, camping mat in hand and laid out a pretty good plot for our friends that were planning on joining later. Taipei for once served up a rather splendid sunset, and we enjoyed hanging out in an unusual environment with kids running around and old people bisecting the audience loaded with shopping bags on their way home – hilarious.

    With the clock counting down, Abe, Lin and Steve arrived packing fizzy wines, cheeses, hams and a plethora of treats; if we were going to do this, we were going to do this in style! We were certainly the only ones I saw drinking out of about 10,000 people, quaffing out of champagne glasses and getting increasingly giddy as the evening progressed.

    The dance? I give the troupe full respect for not holding back, and not pandering to the lowest common denominator; the accompanying audio and performance were challenging, and at moments poignant and beautiful. The strength, stamina and control on display were extraordinary – and that for us just sitting still on a camping mat for two hours.

    Sitting in the shadow of Chiang Kai Shek Memorial Hall
    Yuyin at work!
    The girl with the sun in her hair
    Sugar wouldn't melt in her mouth
    Enjoying an afternoon in the sun

    Abe arrives with a basket of style
    Team CULTURE!
    The warmup was hilarious – 10,000 people doing stretches; try this in the UK and you would get beer cans full of piss thrown at the stage – only half joking.
    Captivated
    Looking down at the amphitheatre down below
    Steve inspects the door … need one of these in my next place

    Video

    Check out this video here which introduces the performance we saw:

    [custom_field field=”Cloudgate_Video” this_post=”1″ limit=”1″ between=”, ” /]

  • Austin Gun Club

    Austin Gun Club

    Ladies welcome.

    I have never in my life shot a proper gun before. Air rifles, yes. But never anything of the sort that could do anything more than kill a pigeon.

    It was therefore with some trepidation that I joined the guys for a team off-site, shooting an assortment of guns at one of the local ranges. Interestingly, my trepidation was matched by the guys originally from New York, Boston and Chicago; basically anywhere without straight lines on their border maps.  America really is two places, and our team is split neatly down the middle by who packs heat, and who chooses not to.

    While I suggested this event, I actually expected someone to come up with a better plan. Turning up, I and my boss both looked more than slightly concerned by the other guys unloading cases of weaponry from their cars / trucks. Several levels of insight were unpeeled by our team members, as guys I would never has pinned as NRA members pulled out huge rifles and packs of pistols. Truly amazing, and a look into a different culture.

    Stepping into the gun shop itself, we definitely left Austin city limits. The guys behind the desk eyed us as we made our way to the rental counter, and grudgingly agreed to my suggestion of being allowed to take photos of the team. Nothing unfriendly; but I guess when both parties could take out a small town with their weaponry, you are likely to look at people twice.

    After being being pointed towards one of the pistols and walked through the finer points of loading, I was invited to disarm the safety, aim, and fire. Somewhat like the first moment you hit your first surf wave, it’s all so familiar, but at the same time terrifyingly alien. Squeeze the trigger, grip as hard as you dare, try to predict how hard it is going to kick … and … BANG.  Just like that, I shot my first bullet.

    Guns work in ways that you can’t immediately appreciate in a movie. Semi-automatic pistols have collections of moving parts that can easily (and did) cut your finger as they explode backwards. Revolvers require an amazing amount of travel before they finally fire. The amazing elk rifle that one of the guys brought could easily bruise your shoulder if held incorrectly. The plethora off different bullets, accessories, optics, holsters and storage boxes was to peer into an abyss of expense. And the vintage rifles that some of the people were firing were really rather magnificent to behold.

    After all that, two groups of people met to shoot some bits of paper; those without guns, and those with. While I still don’t agree with the gun laws in place in America, and I don’t understand why someone would want to own a device that is specifically bought to maim or kill another human, I came away humbled, pleased that I had the opportunity to learn something about my other team members, and hell, had one heck of an enjoyable time blasting away.

    Before.

    Insert movie quote here.

    The first of several victims. I was actually quite impressed with myself; by the end I was able to group my shots together surprisingly well.

    One of the guys’ travel guns.  Yes.

    Taking stock after the event.

  • Artist at Work

    Somehow this photo seems to freeze frame a few of the individuals at large in Austin.  It must be noted that the guy was using luminous paints to capture his scene.

  • Taipei Biennial 2010

    Misgivings about the limited arts scene in Taiwan always evaporate when the Biennial sets up shop; the curators are clearly highly adept at collecting a thought-provoking selection of work.  This year’s, while seemingly smaller than in the past, none-the-less tackled some spicy political subjects, not least directly criticising the Flora Expo being held on its doorstep.  It didn’t pull any punches in illustrating the number of trees killed as a result of the construction work outside.  Anyway, some quick images:

    Building site for the Flora Expo next to the Art Museum.

    Preparation for the Flora expo proceeding as planned.

    Aggressive wall murals at the Biennial

    Map of the damaged or destroyed trees that made way for the Floral Expo.

    When I walked past this on the way in, I just thought it was a Bali-style bust of a religious figure.  Coming out of the exhibition, I was pleasantly surprised to see a stack of Yellow Pages!  It’s these little surprises that I appreciate, even if they are slightly gimmicky.

    This room had a set of rotating discs, and alternated having lights on or off, creating shadows and glowing … impossible to sum up in a photo.  Anyway.

    I was extremely taken with this infinite picture frame.

    Double hat.  Tres chic.

    Hanging at an angle.

  • Shanghai Trendspotting

    Shanghai is a huge, vibrant, emergent city that has had the world’s gaze upon it for at least the last five years.  I might argue, however, that there has not been a any cultural development coming out of the city that has really influenced the rest of the world; and ‘modern Chinese style’ doesn’t count – I think it just as likely that this fad is being spun by foreign design agencies eyeing Shanghai.  No, there is not yet a Harajuku, Carnaby Street or South Compton that is setting the world’s imagination alight, and no youth culture, musical or style trends that have had any meaningful effect outside of China.

    But that is not to say it won’t happen.

    This trip, far more than any previous visit, I was struck by the sophistication of the young people on the trains, buses, and on the street.  They were dressing more cohesively, colouring their hair, flaunting their iPods and demonstrating the embers of individuality that a large city like Shanghai should be driving.  The general manner of people (ie: selfish and rude) also suggests to me a capacity for individualistic, independent thought; probably more-so than what I see in Taiwan.  I could be entirely wrong about that though; who knows what a Quasi-Communist education does to you.

    But no, this trip I saw people dressed in some tasteful clothes, expressively vulgar clothes, and a whole host of trying their best to piece together a ‘look’.  It will be interesting to see how this evolves since the media is so restricted.

    A local lad stands proudly, showing off his purple mane.

    The other thing I couldn’t help noticing were the number of Sony PSPs and Nintendo DSs on display during underground train rides.  It’s perfectly possible that these were fakes, and simple movie players instead of bona-fide games units, but it was interesting none the less.  What I found more surprising were the sheer number of female players; clearly the macho game scene of the west is translated a bit differently here.

    Indeed, on my last day, I came across a Nintendo demonstration area in the mall beneath the hotel.  A hoard of girls were demonstrating the things you could do with the DS to a delighted crowd of females and children; boyfriends and fathers in tow.  There were tables showing-off make-up games, cameras and games … I have heard of female purchasers being persuaded by tangible benefits rather than brutal features, and it was interesting to see this demonstrated.

    Make-up apps.  Isn’t it funny that I now say ‘app’.

    Other stands welcoming a stream of visitors.

    But this is still China, and demonstrations of wealth still rule the school.  Ferraris and Porsches were everywhere, and there were as many Bentleys and Rolls Royces as you could shake a stick at.  Best of all was this modified Buick (a premium brand in China, bizarrely!) … smooth.

    Gin & Juice

    But as I have said before, I maintain that what makes Beijing cool is the Chinese (the rock music, the art …), what drives Shanghai are the foreigners.  Tony and Kelly took me to a British-style gastropub called The Waterhouse.  Serving hearty, modern food in a distressed warehouse atmosphere, it offered the perfect vantage point for looking out at Pudong and the amazing developments happening there.

    New York’s scene is, by definition, driven by immigrants and foreigners.  And maybe Shanghai’s will be in a generation’s time, blurring the line between what ‘foreign’ and domestic Chinese trends mean.

    View from The Waterhouse restaurant roof bar (avoid the cocktails, though).

  • Shanghai Manners

    In Shanghai, it’s apparently oh-kay to clip your fingernails on the underground train.

    Apparently, it is also okay to leave a pile of clippings on the seat for the next customer.

    This made me physically revolt, more even than seeing people spit everywhere. Rant over.