Beijing Olympics

I loved watching many of the competitions, but massive visual spectacles aren't really my scene. They impress me, but don't move me.












Photo: Cameron Spencer















This New Yorker piece by Anothony Lane cracked me up:

The obvious precedent for Beijing was the Berlin Olympics, in 1936. Both were showcases for a muscle-flexing nation, although Hitler made an elementary error when he chose not to dress his young National Socialists in lime-green catsuits laced with twinkling fairy lights. By a careful choice of color scheme, China was able to draw the sting from any accusations of militarism, while rarely permitting the result to slide into camp.

3 comments:

Leslie said...

Hi Jen: I looked at your response at the Altered Page. Ah ha, said I. It is images you collect, and so do I! They aren’t something we can display artfully in a drawer in a box, but my, are they inspiring eye candy! By the way, I enjoyed the peek into your past work. I like it all.
Leslie

Jen Bradford said...

Hey Leslie - I love seeing people's collections also. I usually have a bulletin board and rotate several images. (A detail of one is my blog header).

In some ways I wish I could read every answer from a handful of people rather than one answer from a dozen. Or link back to their artwork more easily so I can connect the dots. (We're talking about these posts, for anyone wondering how this related to the Olympics!)

http://thealteredpage.blogspot.com/2008/08/pulse-show-tell-1.html

http://thealteredpage.blogspot.com/2008/08/pulse-show-tell-2.html

ArtSparker said...

I know what you mean about spectacle - I would rather be moved than have my socks knocked off. In the Louvre, I feel resentful towards the ten-foot long paintings and tend to go for the smaller ones. I prefer being allowed to look in rather than being somehow forced.