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April 4, 2011 1:39 PM   Subscribe

Picture Postcard archives at Artnet: 2002 :: 2003 :: 2004 :: 2005 :: 2006 :: 2007
posted by puny human (23 comments total) 9 users marked this as a favorite

 
Heaven. What a visual feast! Thanks puny human.
posted by nickyskye at 2:09 PM on April 4, 2011


Thanks puny human.

I expected this to be followed with assurances of a swift and painless death.
posted by ego at 2:35 PM on April 4, 2011


NSFW
posted by Pruitt-Igoe at 3:56 PM on April 4, 2011


So why are these particular images presented in this particular fashion? They're interesting, but I have no clue why they're grouped together the way they are.
posted by Devils Rancher at 5:41 PM on April 4, 2011


Yeah, wow, lotsa cool stuff here, and though I too have no clue as to any guiding principal for grouping, somehow the utter randomness of it is appealing. A nice way to discover stuff by artists I've never heard of, mixed in with those whose names and work are more familiar.
posted by flapjax at midnite at 5:54 PM on April 4, 2011


So why are these particular images presented in this particular fashion?

Artnet is one of the Artworld's webthings. In the olden days, galleries used to send out "postcards", for the new show, to their "mailinglist". Printing and postage were expensive. These are those.
posted by R. Mutt at 5:57 PM on April 4, 2011


Yeah, if you check out the descriptions under the images, these all come from gallery shows in that particular year.

Not sure why they stop in 2007 though.
posted by puny human at 6:12 PM on April 4, 2011


part advertisement, part invitation.
posted by puny human at 6:17 PM on April 4, 2011


I worked at Artnet for a while back in the olden days (late 90's). This seems to me like a cool little side project, so it could be that it stops in 2007 because it was a one-off thing to do.
posted by DrGirlfriend at 6:36 PM on April 4, 2011


Not sure why they stop in 2007...

Because email invites kick in, and they are pretty much free...
posted by R. Mutt at 7:09 PM on April 4, 2011


. In the olden days, galleries used to send out "postcards", for the new show, to their "mailinglist".

Ah, gotcha. We still get those in the mail from a few galleries hereabouts - I just wasn't making the connection.
posted by Devils Rancher at 7:33 PM on April 4, 2011


part advertisement, part invitation.

You're doing it wrong:

Advertation!™

Invitisement!®

I'm really enjoying the images, seriously.
posted by Devils Rancher at 7:35 PM on April 4, 2011


"Because email invites kick in, and they are pretty much free...'

Your explanations make no sense R Mutt. None whatsoever. There was email galore before 2007, and even if we agree with your basic thesis, images would have been included with the emails, and could then be collected on this site.

I prefer DrGirlfriends comment.
posted by puny human at 7:55 PM on April 4, 2011


Absolutely fantastic.
posted by Sreiny at 8:42 PM on April 4, 2011


I prefer Sreiny's comment.
posted by sneebler at 9:41 PM on April 4, 2011 [1 favorite]


Gentlemen prefer blondes.
posted by flapjax at midnite at 11:38 PM on April 4, 2011


Galleries continued to send out actual postcards long after email become common because;

1) That is the way it was done.
2) Artists liked them, in part because they were often the only lasting evidence of the show happening.

Once galleries had websites with archives, and email incites became the norm, postcards disappeared. Though some galleries still send out (very nice) printed invites to thier best clients.
posted by R. Mutt at 4:26 AM on April 5, 2011 [1 favorite]


Au contraire mon frère, gentlemen prefer redheads.
posted by puny human at 9:09 AM on April 5, 2011


jumped in the river to drown
jumped in the river to drown
just then i saw a redheaded woman, lord
and you know i could not go down
posted by flapjax at midnite at 4:54 PM on April 5, 2011 [1 favorite]


Since you live in Japan flap, and we are talking about redheads, I'll tell you a story (while I crank your song in my headphones). When I was 16 I had a summer job as a busboy at a Japanese restaurant. One of those Benihana type places where the chefs put on a show for the table, flipping knives and telling corny jokes. It was a small place, family run, and the man and wife who owned it loved me. The man would tell me every day, "You good worker, good boy, we like you very much." I swear I got the feeling that he wanted me to marry his daughter. The best part of the job was that every night, after the customers left, the chefs would take over a table and cook for the entire staff, themselves included. A real family style Japanese feast. Piles of rice and octopus, shrimp and fish, and marinated chicken and steak. Finished off with pineapple ice cream. It was fantastic.

One day when we were shorthanded, the owner asked me if I knew anyone who wanted a job. I called a friend. He came and they hired him, but I could tell something was wrong. The owner's wife was visibly upset. The old man pulled me aside later, and started grilling me about my friend. Was he trustworthy? What did his parents do, how long have I known him, etc... Turns out it was because he was a redhead. His wife even told me later in her broken english that "Red hair mean evil spirit," and started screaming, "He no good! He bad person!"

He ended up quitting a week or so later, and it was ugly. The woman would follow him around his entire shift glaring at him, waiting for him to make the tiniest mistake, and finally he snapped and just let her have it and left. I quit several weeks later because of school, but I've always felt a little bit guilty that I didn't stand up for him more. I think the old man felt bad too, about the way his wife had acted. He seemed ashamed and apologetic to me, that she had let her prejudices get the best of her. And it was a shame, because up to that point, we had all felt like a family; the waitresses, who were just country girls in kimonos, the Japanese cooks, the kitchen workers and me.
posted by puny human at 6:16 PM on April 5, 2011 [1 favorite]


Interesting story, ph. I've never heard anything about redheads being bad luck, the object of fear and dread, or anything like that. But the wife says she very very vaguely remembers hearing something like that, but can't point to any specifics. her best guess is that there might have been such feelings upon encountering the very first Europeans to arrive on Japan's shores...

Might've just been a personal superstition of that particular lady's!
posted by flapjax at midnite at 6:35 PM on April 5, 2011


Well, in her defense, I should mention that it was shockingly red hair. Not auburn, not ginger, not strawberry blond or maroon, not even copper or coral or crimson. Real fire engine red. We're talking Bozo the clown and maraschino cherries red.
posted by puny human at 8:30 PM on April 5, 2011 [1 favorite]


This is a good collection. I try to exercise some patience to do some more searching on images, and also some suspension of judgement until I get a sense of scale, texture and detail - otherwise many of these might slip into the illustration zone. Thanks for posting. PS, Richard Bosman has held up well.
posted by wallstreet1929 at 9:10 PM on April 5, 2011


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