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[Feb. 28th, 2013|12:16 am]
Resting Pedant
Went to see the Juergen Teller show at the ICA, and it was only when I arrived that I realised it was called Woo! and not Wool, as I had thought until then. This happens to me quite a lot. I often misread burn as bum, which is pretty funny if you are British and childish. The font in which I'm typing this seems reasonably clear, but the EPG on my television is completely ambiguous: Bum After Reading, Bum Notice.

Teller is one of those people I can't help surrendering myself to and trusting. He's so open and confessional and off-hand that he seems terribly mysterious. He is not a needy bore, like Terry Richardson, and I imagine he must hate fashion a lot of the time. There are a few self-portraits, of a kind. I suppose it must take plenty of self-confidence to present your anus (but not your face) to the camera while balancing on a grand piano being played by Charlotte Rampling; but it is a funny sort of self-confidence.

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[User Picture]From: restingpedant
2013-03-03 01:55 am (UTC)
Who's W. Hirsch? I don't suppose you mean W. Hirsch Oriental Rugs of Richmond, Virginia, but the internet isn't giving me anyone else.

J. Teller is definitely humorous, very blunt and confessional sometimes. I would love to have been seeing his weekly pieces in Die Zeit as they were coming out. I seem to like everything confessional in art, never mind its quality.
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