Caspar David Friedrich’s’ ‘Das Eismeer' (The Ice Sea) 1823/4
Monica Bonvicini’s 'Hun Ligger' (She Lies), 1997
I know what you’re thinking:
“Pictures of Icebergs. Oh no! ”
But please, suppress that yawn, Gentle Reader. There's no need for alarm.
‘Cause I’m not going to ascend a soap box to preach about global warming.
To hell with the ill-effects of greenhouse gasses! Let’s throw caution to the wind, and emit a collective sigh of relief -- to the detriment of the ozone layer. 'Cause we're gonna talk about some frivolous stuff, instead.
...take a look at Monica Bonvicini’s preparatory drawings for the sculpture 'Hun Ligger' (She Lies) a steel structure partly covered with translucent diagonal stripes, measuring approximately 17 x 16 x 12 meters -- riffing on Caspar David Friedrich’s’ genius ‘Das Eismeer' (The Ice Sea) -- to be installed floating in front of Oslo’s new opera house.
Whenever there’s any discussion of global warming, I tend to get distracted and start thinking about Arctic Explorer Lorenc Peter Elfred Freuchen (1886 - 1957).
I can't decide which is the most luxurious:
Peter's beard, or maybe his fur hoodie?
This guy sure was dreamy:
Tall.
Incredibly good-looking.
Courageous.
And such a great writer—his encyclopedic Book of the Seven Seas is one of my favorites, ever.
And, most importantly, this guy looked fuckin' fantastic in fur.
Arctic Adventure: My Life in the Frozen North (1935) is the product of Freuchen's long, dark winters in Greenland, when his mind sailed off with the big bergs "as they floated eternally to their doom".
In addition to scampering around on snowdrifts with his cute friend Knud while sporting the finest quality polar bear, blue fox and baby seal pelts, Freuchen married a lovely Inuit wife Navarana Mequpaluk and the union produced two children: Mequsaq Avataq Igimaqssusuktoranguapaluk and Piplauk Jette Tukuminguaq Kasaluk Palika Hager.
But man, oh man, isn't it just too exhausting, thinking about crawling out of the igloo, night after night, and mustering up the energy just to call those kids in for dinner?
Peter Freuchen and Navarana Mequpaluk in a fabulous pose
“Pictures of Icebergs. Oh no! ”
But please, suppress that yawn, Gentle Reader. There's no need for alarm.
‘Cause I’m not going to ascend a soap box to preach about global warming.
To hell with the ill-effects of greenhouse gasses! Let’s throw caution to the wind, and emit a collective sigh of relief -- to the detriment of the ozone layer. 'Cause we're gonna talk about some frivolous stuff, instead.
...take a look at Monica Bonvicini’s preparatory drawings for the sculpture 'Hun Ligger' (She Lies) a steel structure partly covered with translucent diagonal stripes, measuring approximately 17 x 16 x 12 meters -- riffing on Caspar David Friedrich’s’ genius ‘Das Eismeer' (The Ice Sea) -- to be installed floating in front of Oslo’s new opera house.
Whenever there’s any discussion of global warming, I tend to get distracted and start thinking about Arctic Explorer Lorenc Peter Elfred Freuchen (1886 - 1957).
I can't decide which is the most luxurious:Peter's beard, or maybe his fur hoodie?
This guy sure was dreamy:
Tall.
Incredibly good-looking.
Courageous.
And such a great writer—his encyclopedic Book of the Seven Seas is one of my favorites, ever.
And, most importantly, this guy looked fuckin' fantastic in fur.
Peter Freuchen and the equally dashing Knud Rasmussen.
I'm saving up all my pennies for a pair of bear fur gaiters, just like Peter's.
I'm saving up all my pennies for a pair of bear fur gaiters, just like Peter's.
Arctic Adventure: My Life in the Frozen North (1935) is the product of Freuchen's long, dark winters in Greenland, when his mind sailed off with the big bergs "as they floated eternally to their doom".
In addition to scampering around on snowdrifts with his cute friend Knud while sporting the finest quality polar bear, blue fox and baby seal pelts, Freuchen married a lovely Inuit wife Navarana Mequpaluk and the union produced two children: Mequsaq Avataq Igimaqssusuktoranguapaluk and Piplauk Jette Tukuminguaq Kasaluk Palika Hager.
But man, oh man, isn't it just too exhausting, thinking about crawling out of the igloo, night after night, and mustering up the energy just to call those kids in for dinner?
Peter Freuchen and Navarana Mequpaluk in a fabulous pose
Peter and his third wife Dagmar, in an astonishing photograph by Irving Penn. Peter really puts all of today's so-called 'bears' to shame, eh? Any old fool can grow a belly and wear a flannel.
