In the 1980s, Neil Winokur would invite his friends over in the early evening, photograph them in his New York loft, and offer them a drink or two before they headed out together into the downtown Manhattan nightlife. Some, such as Andy Warhol and Alex Katz, were already art world fixtures, but others, like Nan Goldin, Betsey Johnson and William Wegman, were just the people he knew from the neighborhood, so to speak, who were only beginning to experience fame. Today Winokur’s portraits compose an outré pantheon of arts and letters, and 40 of them are currently on exhibit at Janet Borden Inc. through November 25.
I particularly love the Nan Goldin and Ann Magnuson (look at that hair!) photos. More photographs, including Andy Warhol, Philip Glass, and David Byrne, underneath the cut.
In front of an audience of about 50 local social media junkies taking part in one of the station’s regular “bloginars,” new media director John Daenzer pulled back the kimono a project called The Wire. It’s an interactive timeline for news and events that allows users — journalists and citizen journalists alike — to follow and influence a story’s development in real time. It is, in fact, a way for news consumers to become news reporters; to see and participate in how the journalism sausage is made.
“We want to break down the wall that says we are the brokers of information,” Daenzer says. “I think it’s time that we as the media admit that we don’t have all the answers.”
It’s amazing how quickly things cannot be yours: money, lovers, and parts of the city. There are blocks that seem as foreign now as when I was 18. Sometimes, I like to go back and walk around and pretend I am a citizen of the neighborhood. But being there leaves me without the sense of belonging and nostalgia that I anticipated, and rather, with a sense of guilt for intruding on the lived spaces of strangers; a sense of weariness as an outsider; a sense of foreignness and unfamiliarity, as if each day gone by is worth a year in time. There is no home there.
We’re not entirely sure how this happened but somehow, here we are. Three kids circa ’84 and ’85 trying to figure out where exactly we fit into all of this.
Yup, we’re entitled. Our parents told us that we are brilliant and that’s why we love them; it’s why we’re still cool with answering the gillions of texts they send (out of <3!) when they’re thinking of us. We have a lot of tools and opportunities at our disposal (i.e. all the wonky little widgets, the access, the community that the World Wide Web provides). We could go on. Some of us take advantage of that and do something cool like these kids who inevitably make us all feel altogether unaccomplished. Some of us don’t.
Oh and we’re quite attractive, if we do say so ourselves. We’re sure you know that stat about our spending power, our pending explosion in 2010 when we will take over the world, or at least surpass the size of the Boomer Generation, and didn’t someone just confirm that young hipsters are going to save the economy?
We will also shake up the workplace…possibly… if we’re smart and know that it’s a great time to speak up with clever ideas and push our passion with all we’ve got.
And sometimes, just sometimes, we struggle with nonverbal cues.
But here’s the thing. We’re completely a mixed bag. In fact, the most random mixed bag to date. And these silly little labels that cast us all in a crazy light do nothing to actually describe who you’re dealing with. Lots of press, lots of promotion geared towards us… lots of pressure and pointless banter. Frankie WE say, relax. Chill out. Engage us, talk with us, hear us. We’re real people. We’re really different and we respect people, brands, ladies and gents of the press who take the time to get to know us for who we are rather than preach or promote based on the punky little label that’s out there.
Y2K became a campy (and still hilarious) anecdote we lived through. Chaos! Panic! World domination! Cheesy promotional memorabilia! “Millennial,” “Gen Y,” “Gen Me”…. Don’t get caught up in this either.
Ok, phew. Now that we’ve said our little rant, let’s have a real chat. We’ll be posting here on a regular basis to share bits of our lives, our ideas, our thoughts, our stories, our completely brilliant and sometimes altogether unqualified perspective. We hope you enjoy it and we hope (hope!) that somehow we can shed the label or at least shed some light on our little “lost generation.”
I’m Matthew. I grew up in the mega-suburbs of Indianapolis and now live in Chicago. I can’t believe I ever lived without mass transit. When I’m not ideating on the future of media or PowerPoint-ing at work, I’m usually nose-deep in a Tumblr. It’s magical wire mirrors my identity: politics, art, fashion and all things LGBT. Being out since my junior year of high school, many of my core interests and activities surround lesbian, gay, bisexual & transgender equality and culture.
I’m Jeanette. Hey y’all. (I live in the core of the southern United States, so I believe that can pass as a grammatically correct salutation). From the outside it may look like I am playing grown-up. A home owner that takes care of two dogs, me and my equally as young husband try to balance our budding careers and home life. Make no mistake though, I am true child of the 80’s and 90’s. I went to one of the top art schools in the world, my purchasing philosophy is always quality over quantity and I will participate in almost anything with free food.