Every summer, PS1’s Warm Up party series brings a couple thousand sweaty bodies into its concrete courtyard — to rub greasily against each other while the world’s foremost underground DJs (some of whom are so old-school and obscure, they amount to unicorn sightings) spin in a booth perched atop the museum’s stairs. The air is always oppressively feverish, and the crowds who come to party — who range from Tumblr tweens to greying hippies — sweat out the MDMA as quickly as they can lick it out of damp plastic baggies.
Stock photography is a rapidly growing, global industry — and thanks to mass proliferation on the internet, a billion-dollar one, too. But let’s not kid ourselves: we look down on these hypercommercial images and consider them akin to junk food: cheap, ubiquitous, and easily digestible.
Convention-flouting DIS magazine is launching a new stock photography website called DISimages.com next week, and they’re really hoping their images pop up everywhere — from the Huffington Post’s front page to a weed dispensary’s brochures.
Last weekend, I took up the vanguard of #YOLO culture and beat the shit out of my friend, while force-feeding her raw intestines, spitting wine in her eyes, and waterboarding her in a pail of goopy milk. For art.