Archive for August 2006
Not my photographs, these, nor are they this year’s, but here’s where I was today. Very English, this.
The church in front of which many of the dances are performed – St. Chad’s, Saddleworth – has a couple of monuments, both detailing the various campaigns in which they were involved (mainly in Portugal), to two young men from the locality who were killed in the Napoleonic wars. Smelled very aromatically of the rushes strewn about the nave when I went in. There’s a great big obelisk, up on the moors above, commerorating those who were killed in the First and Second World Wars. The morris dancing… well, however naff it might be to some, it’s all about life, and celebrating the vital force of nature, when all’s said and done. Very striking to come across unexpectedly (I was just out for a walk about the hills, and had no idea anything like this was taking place…)
Perfume: olfactory notes and links from browsing del.icio.us this morning.
- various lists of descriptive terms associated with smells – Amoore, Aldrich, Fimenich, etc.
- someone called sillageblog is collecting olfactory links at del.icio.us.
- the International Perfume Museum at Grasse, France welcomes you, in appropriately florid style, “on a journey through a magical world where dreams become perfumes”. Sections on the advertising and marketing of perfumes (whence the poster above), and the various raw materials, like the rose, which forms part of such fragrances as Eternity, Calandre and Air du Temps.
- Intriguingly, there are artificial noses in research and development, all over the place: here, for example, and here, with applications in the food industry and elsewhere. There’s even, or there was (the link on the University of Lyon’s resource page for artificial noses seems to have rotted – most of them do, actually, which is a shame) an interactive journal of electronic noses, called Cirano (it was French, so what else would it be called?).
Trawler in Oban harbour, from a holiday there, 20 years or so since. A belated tribute to the Scottish poet and artist Ian Hamilton Finlay, who died earlier this year. I think the combination of the everyday and the classical, and the rather fine lettering, would have perhaps appealed to him.
See also, inter alia, this fine post from Zoilus.
Bill Benzon at The Valve on an animated discussion:
The animation blogosphere is up in arms over remarks Mike LaSalle made in a recent review of Monster House, an animated film using full computer generated imagery (CGI) and motion-capture (mocap) technology for character animation (like Polar Express). LaSalle said, in effect, that the mocap technology is the greatest thing since sliced bread and will allow animation finally to present deeply expressive human actions and expressions. The animators object, strongly: here, here, here, and here. I tend to agree with the animators: mocap has a way to go, and well-done traditional animation is fine.
Among the lovers of animation outraged by Mike (actually Mick) LaSalle’s coments are
The gist of LaSalle’s argument seeming to be that realism is good in and of itself, rather than being just one among many styles available (and not necessarily the most appropriate) to convey what one wants to convey.