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Like energy and matter, meaning cannot be destroyed, only redistributed. The symbols in Jason Villegas’s artworks are the children of complacent capitalist icons born into an unpredictable environment. As such, they retain something of the glamorous impact of their forebears, yet their uncertain future has forced them to become more versatile. These are cyborgs, war machines, strange hybrids and channelers of mystical energy suited for survival in any scenario. Villegas is one of those rare creative personalities who seems to be able to reform any cultural construct or market force no matter how concrete or abstract into something more resilient, useful, and, above all, beautiful. He recently took some time to talk to us about such diverse topics as globalism, mainstream Bear aesthetics, and how he came to be a master seamster.

Nudity: the way it approaches you tends to shape your emotional response.

Last week, for example, I was out with my old roommate, discussing his new roommate: “It wouldn’t bother me if the guy walked around totally naked all the time. It’s just that he walks around wearing a shirt with no pants,” he said. “Like, he’s got a t-shirt on with his dick hanging out. It sneaks up on you.” “Does he wear shoes too?” I asked. “Oh no. Thank god no. If he was gonna do that I’d just move out.”

In graphite and pastel self-portraits, Toronto-based artist has got the perfect approach down. For several years he has sustained a body of work featuring only his own body (and the occasional cat) as a masculine archetype. I especially like his collection of specifically pants-less drawings, which seem to explore the sort of phallic narcissism that my former roommate fears at his current residence.

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Hundreds of thousands, if not millions of blogs today primarily act as aggregates for the digital refuse of 100 years of found photographs. Usually, they’re pretty hit or miss– but ADAMADAM is a constant goldmine. It’s so consistently rad in fact, that it was nearly impossible to whittle my favorite images down to the 31 featured in this brief overview. Shuck has developed a sharp curatorial eye over of squirreling away history on ADAMADAM, and the blog feels almost like an flowing, abstract queer commentary on masculinity’s function in contemporary society, quietly underscored by a sharp sense of humor. Or, you know, it could just be a bunch of weird pictures that are fun to look at.

Shuck also does something incredibly rare in the realm of found-photo blogs: cites sources. Nearly every image he posts is paired with a link back to the page it came from, frequently Flickr archives that can provide useful details about the image’s origin. It’s a small gesture that makes the entire project feel even more generous, and grounded in thoughtful discourse with the past. Now go yourself in .

Wow, so the world is kind of fucked up. This isn’t news, but it’s easy to forget— especially when you live in a metropolitan liberal enclave surrounded by like-minded people. It’s easy to feel like everything is okay and prejudice, bigotry and hate are things of the past. It’s 2010! We must be in the future by now, right? But then we’re confronted with disturbing reminders—like the media reporting in the span of a month—that nope, being gay isn’t “just not a big deal these days.”

So, how do you tackle an intangible problem like “society’s deep-rooted fear and shame of homosexuality”? It’s intimidating, to be sure—and easy to feel helpless. But one simple thing that all queers can do to change the world is just be visible. I know, it seems like an embarrassingly unnecessary thing to say, in the year 2010, to an audience of artists and art-lovers. It viagra for sale canada be necessary to say these things, but there are still many musicians, actors and yes, even artists, who choose not to be open about their sexuality. It’s tough, because the line between being closeted and “post-gay” is a pretty murky one. Many artists simply don’t talk about it until asked. Sure, it’s an understandable fear that being queer in public might overshadow what you’re trying to say, which obviously isn’t always “Hey, I’m a homo.” But, get over yourself.

There are plenty of visibly queer artists whose work stands completely on its own two feet. And if you’re someone who’s making rad artwork and happens to be gay, the hypothetical trade-off between being pigeon-holed as a “gay artist” (whatever that means) and serving as a source of hope and inspiration for the suicidal gay teens of the world should be an easy one to make.

All ranting aside, that brings us to today’s rad queer: . He takes awesome photos. Some of them happen to be pretty gay, and they make the fragile little heart of my inner isolated small town teenager skip a beat. I came across Beckly’s work when he shared some on Tumblr of his friend, the awesome toymaker . I followed the links back to Beckly’s portfolio, where I fell in love with his photo series viagra for sale canada—fifteen eerily staged, gorgeously lit images of Beckly and his boyfriend simply being a couple in love.

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Every once in a while you encounter an artist who seems to be speaking, with an uncanny specificity, to your personal aesthetic interests. Maybe their work merely combines a couple of references, images or objects that have always stuck in your head, but you’ve never quite able to explain the weird significance they’ve always had for you. Suddenly, juxtaposed on the screen beside each other, these disparate elements combine seamlessly, and it’s now officially “a thing.” It’s now an instance of beauty that you can refer to and your sensibilities are immediately validated.

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Even in Kyoto
Hearing the cuckoo’s cry
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Bask in the splendor of Sherry’s color-soaked sensibilities after the jump, and don’t miss ‘s candid with Sherry.

Some snippets of sultry siren singing songs for the sea on a Santa Monica beach, Saturday, September 25th. Part of ‘s at the annual festival.

is just like , the photographer played by Edward Furlong in John Waters’ film of the same name. Except instead of taking pictures of wacky white people in Baltimore, Cruz produces solemn and pensive portraits of his aggressively normal first-generation Mexican-American family in Chicago, and instead of being hopelessly in love with Christina Ricci, Cruz defines himself a nun-like “sexless” queer. And instead of turning his subjects into accidental celebrities and thereby ruining their lives, Cruz quietly connects with empathetic strangers over the vast expanse of cyberspace, without impacting his family in the slightest.

Okay, so maybe he’s really nothing like Pecker—but you get the point: They’re both outsiders living on the inside. Cruz’s fantastic series acts as a window through which we gaze into his family’s most intimately mundane moments—and through which Cruz peers outwards to the rest of the world. There’s a tension at play in viagra for sale canada, between Cruz’s desire to share these moments as an objective photographer and his inherent role as a compassionate relative. Below, he expounds upon the family dynamics that make these images so fascinating.

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