Adam and I trundled over to our local art gallery this weekend, after we noticed an interesting photography exhibition. (Y’know, I’m really not doing very well so far to maintain my hardcore metalhomo exterior, am I?)
I’m not going to delve so far into homoblogging as to review the exhibition, but I will say that I found it quite polarising. Half of the photos irritated and annoyed me – they were all generic blurs and high school photography assignments – yet the other photos were actually really good. It’s like the guy was contracted to create CD covers for emo bands for five years or something.
There seems to be a secret to pretentious photography, though: gaffa tape. Lots of arbitrary gaffa tape wacked at random over an obviously unrelated photograph (eg blurred shot of a Caltex service station, cloudscape interrupted by a “Give Way” sign). It has to be black gaffa tape, too; as black=art. This is even ten times more important if you’re trying to get picked up by the National Gallery of Victoria.
Everyone knows that gaffa tape fixes everything from a botched boob job to a persistent case of flatulence, but it sure doesn’t fix bad art.