Yvonne Rainer.Limited and Print-Only. (a mammoth) 148 Pages.
8.5" X 11" bound xerox, comes sealed.
Currently sold out.
Remaining copies in the UK in Mono, Glasgow.
20in x 14in double-sided, black-and-white newsprint poster of Rainer’s home studio wall, and an early and unpublished image of the Pastels live in Glasgow.
The pure movement rebel who changed ideas of dance and film forever. We
step through the post-modern historical mirror into a San Francisco and
New York which is barely recognizable today, shuffling quickly through
the Beats, Italian Anarchists, the human kindling of the acclaimed
Judson Dance Theater, stone butches of Midtown, incremental Lesbianism,
veering between being cruised by women in Berkeley in the '50s to
hitting the dance floor of the Clit Club in the '90s. Rainer is truly
the guidebook, the thermometer, the map, and the search light. Complete
with a detailed portrait of scraps, notes, mementos, and records from
Rainer's home studio.
The egalitarian leader of The Pastels, a band so important you've maybe
become immediately angry that we've reduced them to "a band". We take an
epic and thorough walk through the streets of Glasgow with Stephen McRobbie
(via telephone), a frontman who has exorcised as compelling of a sound
as an underground scene, influencing musicians and non-musicians across
continents and generations. From his early days clothed in equal parts
leather and sweaters, we run through McRobbie's instincts on cheap
fashion, creating 'unofficial' products, local messiahs Orange Juice,
mass gatherings of spiky haired punks on Saturday afternoons, charting
an alternative map of the Scottish city, creating the unofficial
un-philosophy of Pastelism, local music and food complex Monorail,
protest wear, club nights, the potential of various record labels
both half-baked and fully-cooked, and much more. This story is lined
with a pleasing and dizzying collection of unpublished images, classic
portraits, and other printed traces of Pastels history all for you to
flip through, tear out, and xerox the night away with.
If you've seen Christeene perform you've likely bisected your world into
a pre- and post- categorical understanding. We take a page from
Christeens' musings that if we can't describe what it is that she does,
then don't try. It is truly indescribable. All you know is that you're
watching and you're listening to a self-identified creature "from the
dirt" who stands before you in a thong with a balloon strategically
placed in the rear section, speaking the absolute cultural reckoning
gospel in a way that we have never needed more than now. Hot off her
takeover of the Barbican and the Centre Pompidou, she sprinkles some
wisdom and trash from her luggage in these fine pages.
Special thanks to Yvonne, Stephen, Christeene, and proofreaders Jenn Pelly and Denise Lillian.