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On November 20th, 2006 04:12 pm (UTC), nebris commented:
Oh, man, I'd forgotten about Jerry. I knew him for years, a sweet and embittered guy, yet very wise in that context. *sigh* This made me cry.

~M~
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On November 20th, 2006 05:23 pm (UTC), drugaddict replied:
he is not around anymore?

You from NYC the big city?

chris k
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On November 20th, 2006 05:34 pm (UTC), nebris replied:
Apostate New Yorker
He died in '94. The accompanying article is quite good, captures him well. It made me cry some more. Somehow this 'lanced' some emotional boil. But it was cathartic, so I'm pleased.

And, yeah, I grew up in Nu Yawk, from about three years old. Lived there mostly until 1990, when I moved to LA. Now, I'm an Angelino through and through.

~M~
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On November 21st, 2006 01:54 am (UTC), drugaddict replied:
Re: Apostate New Yorker
for some reason your white hair
(mine is getting there)
reminds me of the guy in Twin peaks
On November 21st, 2006 11:05 am (UTC), (Anonymous) replied:
Re: Apostate New Yorker
Is there, apart from this article in The New Yorker, an exhibiton of Jerry Shore's photographs in NYC? If yes, I'd like tot visit...
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On November 21st, 2006 11:27 am (UTC), drugaddict replied:
Re: Apostate New Yorker
yes and the hard copy of the new yorker arrives in my box on tuesdays and wednesadays
On November 22nd, 2006 11:44 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) replied:
Re: Apostate New Yorker
So where is this exhibition of Shore's photographs? Do you guys have any idea?
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On November 23rd, 2006 12:03 am (UTC), drugaddict replied:
Re: Apostate New Yorker
they tell us where the exhibit is at
www.newyorker.com
On November 23rd, 2006 06:29 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) replied:
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Where? I can't find it in the magazine or online.
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On November 24th, 2006 12:29 am (UTC), drugaddict replied:
Re: Apostate New Yorker

Stephen Shore
Amarillo, Texas
August, 1973
1972-2005
303 Gallery

Courtesy Daniel Wolf, Inc.

http://www.newyorker.com/printables/critics/061127crat_atlarge

We see New York, and sometimes, as Henry James asked us to, we “do it”—explore and conquer it—but what we see when we see it is so far unlike what we experience when we’re doing it that the difference itself can become a subject for art. The city sneaks up on us in pictures, and we are startled to see what it looks like even when what it looks like is just us, doing what we really do. We respond to truthful depictions of New York with the same surprise that we feel when we hear a recording of our own voice.

This surprise is one of the subjects of the extraordinary, lost—or, actually, never found in the first place—American photographer Jerry Shore. Shore did New York, was done by it, and then became a kind of artist-martyr to the act of seeing it. In the last decade of his life, Shore, after twenty years as one of the leading short-form commercial directors of his time, fell down a well of alcohol and isolation. He died in 1994, at the age of fifty-nine, and left behind four thousand photographic prints, most of New York City streets, in Queens and Manhattan, in Turtle Bay and Chelsea and the old meatpacking district. Only one of them had ever been sold. The collector Daniel Wolf bought all of Shore’s work, in 1995, and has archived it, so that, for the first time, it is possible to see the range and intensity of what he accomplished, and discover an original New York eye.

Jerry Shore’s story is simple, in many ways typical, and in most ways sad. He grew up in Oxford Circle, a lower-middle-class Jewish neighborhood outside Philadelphia, and, along with his twin brother, Fred, attended art schools at a time when Philadelphia had a great many of them. “He loved art,” Fred says. “He just lived everything visual.” He came to New York in the early sixties, like so many others, intending to become a painter—he worshipped de Kooning and Hofmann and Kline.

http://www.newyorker.com/printables/critics/061127crat_atlarge
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On November 25th, 2006 04:00 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
Jerry Shore / Stephen Shore

You mention the article in The New Yorker, which is about Jerry Shore. But above the article you mention Stephen Shore, and the 303 Gallery in NYC. Are the one and the same: Stephen Shore and Jerry Shore? Don't think so...
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On November 25th, 2006 05:31 pm (UTC), drugaddict replied:
Re: Jerry Shore / Stephen Shore
Just trying to help
both great photographers
My brain sometimes just operates on obsession and compulsion
and multi-tasking
yes I made a mistake

chris k
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On May 9th, 2008 02:10 am (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
Nice quote

A traveling salesman was driving past a farm when he saw a pig with three
wooden legs executing a magnificent series of backflips and cartwheels.
Intrigued, he drove up to the farmhouse, where he found an old farmer
sitting in the yard watching the pig.
"That's quite a pig you have there, sir" said the salesman.
"Sure is, son," the farmer replied. "Why, two years ago, my daughter
was swimming in the lake and bumped her head and damned near drowned, but that
pig swam out and dragged her back to shore."
"Amazing!" the salesman exlaimed.
"And that's not the only thing. Last fall I was cuttin' wood up on
the north forty when a tree fell on me. Pinned me to the ground, it did.
That pig run up and wiggled underneath that tree and lifted it off of me.
Saved my life."
"Fantastic! the salesman said. But tell me, how come the pig has
three wooden legs?"
The farmer stared at the newcomer in amazement. "Mister, when you
got an amazin' pig like that, you don't eat him all at once."


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On August 19th, 2008 07:47 am (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
Hello
I'm new here, just wanted to say hello and introduce myself.
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