At age 48, Julia Margaret Cameron received an unusual gift from her daughter: a camera. It came with the following note: "This may amuse you, mother, in your solitude." Cameron soon transformed her coal house into a darkroom and her chicken shed into a studio. She solicited the assistance of two good
It's a strange world that casts decor as its main character. This is the world of the Brothers Quay, in which all kinds of incomprehensible objects and machines hold the stage while human characters remain at their mercy. Disjointed, dreamy, labyrinthine, and oblique, this is a theater of the unconsc
Lauded by Details Magazine as "the metal machine music of Lou Reed's nightmares," Future Sound of London bridges the gap between the driving beats of techno and the pleasant waves of orchestral ambient music. Out from the trashbin of mid-'90s techno, the group's sound has emerged without a smudge.
When Beth Orton sings about how far we've come or how far we'll go, something rustles inside. Escape and sudden liberation somehow seem possible. You want to grab you car keys, let your hair go, and "roll away." Orton's voice holds familiar secrets that speak to us individually; she is an old friend,