Archive for May, 2006

The Cosmetics Industry descends on men

Sunday May 28th, 2006 at 11:30 pm | politics

So here’s something interesting I discovered in a ‘women’s magazine’ while waiting for my fish’n'chips (down at Te Aro Fish, the best fish’n'chip shop in Wellington):

loreal men ad

It’s an ad for a male cosmetic product. Let’s look at the imagery for a second (click on the image for a bigger version).

On the left panel, you have an image of a stereotypically attractive male model. The wording says, “He think he looks damn good?”. On the right panel is a zoom-in on the area surrounding his right eye. The wording on this says, “You think he looks damn tired.” The rest of the ad is the typical quasi-scientific nonsense that is supposed to legitimise the product as being useful; notable phrases in it include “Signs of fatigue, dull complexion and tired features? Help him!” and down the bottom (not included in the above image) a special male-inclusive version of the company’s motto: “they’re worth it too.”

The obvious target for this ad is women. They are, after all, the people who read women’s magazines; the text is directed at some imaginary woman who is supposed to help ‘him’ (friend or lover, but presumably friend) to look better.

But advertisers aren’t stupid. They know that men read women’s magazines too. So let’s look at this from a male perspective, imagining we are a male reader who chances upon this ad. On the left panel you’re shown an image of the kind of idealised youthful masculine attractiveness that as a man you’re supposed to aspire to (without, of course, ever acknowledging any such aspiration — to do so would be ‘unmanly’). This man is attractive, there’s no mistaking that. By the standards that we as men are supposed (not) to have internalised, he does indeed ‘look damn good.’

Having reached this conclusion, that he looks damn good, latent homophobia aside, the text on the panel throws this whole understanding of idealised male attractiveness upside down — and with it, our comfort. Suppose that I as a man can look at this picture and identify myself as an attractive male through it, as I am supposed to be able to do in the kind of unspoken untalked about way with which we men seem to have to deal with these body image issues. Having become comfortable, I have my comfort ripped out from under me by the text. “He thinks he looks damn good?” becomes “You think you look damn good?”, spoken by a female voice, who knows that not only are you just like all the other men, but that this manifests most clearly in the fact that you’re stupid; because we men are stupid, especially when it comes to things like appearance. “I think you look damn tired.” You unattractive idiot.

So if you happen to be a guy, and you’re a little bit insecure about your self-image, and you’re a little bit insecure about whether you’re even supposed to have a self-image to feel insecure about, then these images and text will press upon you an even deeper sense of insecurity. Perhaps the reason I’m single/I never get laid/my last partner left me/my current partner is thinking of leaving me is because she can see things about me that I don’t even notice, because I don’t understand how this appearance thingy works anyway. I’m an unattractive idiot. These people claim to be able to “help him” (that’s me) deal with “signs of fatigue, dull complexion and tired features”, whatever they might be. Obviously the (female) reader knows what these mean. I don’t. I should buy this product so whatever these things are, they might help me with them.

This is all based on my initial reaction three days ago to coming across this image. Even now, and it was there before but the shock of seeing this has made it worse, there’s a tiny nagging corner of my brain that wonders whether I as a man shouldn’t be buying and using these products after all. Even though I actively disbelieve in the power of cosmetics, it’s there in the corner. I’m well informed by feminist theory, with a high degree of self-confidence, and a certainly positive if not spectacularly so self-image; and yet I’m still getting that nagging corner of my brain effect that is the very point of all advertising.

So what evidence is there to support a male target reader for this ad?

First, there’s the details text. “non-greasy texture, non-sticky”. Why does the female reader care whether it’s non-greasy and non-sticky? They’re not using it. “Apply in the morning and/or evening over the whole face.” Again, why does a female reader need to know this? “Use after shaving” — or this? “to help sooth razor burn” What would a female reader know or care or want to know about facial razor burn?

package Second, there’s the packaging. This is a Manly Package. It’s square, it’s silver and orange. It’s a shiny chrome truck with hazard warnings. It looks like a spray deodorant bottle, which is familiar and friendly. It’s not a tube or (heaven forbid) a tub, which both smack of girliness.

battery Last, there’s the iconography. The visual metaphor for the supposed rejuvenation effects of the product is a lead-acid battery. “Visibly recharges the skin”, says the accompanying text. Your body’s a big car, your skin’s just like a car battery; it needs recharging. We can recharge it for you.

24h Look at that font. We’re entering the (weird and bizarre) territory of male-shaving-product graphic design here. 24H, square firm bold masculine text.

Remember a couple of years ago, when it kind of came out that the All Blacks used moisturising cream on their hands? Suddenly it seemed OK for men to use moisturiser — because if the manliest of men, the most rugby playing beer drinking of the lot, used moisturiser, then it must be not only acceptable but even on some level the correct thing to do. Someone in the cosmetics industry was thinking, back then. Men are a little under 50% of the population. That’s a huge unexplored target market.

So you know what? Expect to see more of this. ‘They’re worth it too.’ Thanks. I appreciate the effort.

Bastards.

Reciprocity/Interdigitate documentation – Images

Wednesday May 24th, 2006 at 4:15 pm | music

Audio and Video to follow

Me making audio and Emil McAvoy making video (you can see it projected large behind us). I’m on the right.


My setup. Note Pure Data patch on laptop screen :-)


Our stage area.

Some shots from the show before ours, Sue Gallagher’s Space Invader:

Yes, those are all candles. Many, many candles.

What are we going to do when Flickr goes bust and shuts down its servers and deletes all our photos? Who’s going to archive all this data?

Marconi Union

Wednesday May 24th, 2006 at 12:26 pm | everything else

I’ve been getting quite stuck into the netlabel thing lately, and loving it; there’s so much new music out there. But old-skool CD labels are far from dead. I just stumbled across Marconi Union via an mp3blog, and they blew me away.

There’s a lovely, lovely podcast mixed by them over on what appears to be their official website. Seriously, it’s lovely, possibly the loveliest music I’ve heard coming out of the internet in a very, very long time. It’s got that unsubtle/ambiguous repetition that makes techno beautiful but with a full-on ambient sensibility.

Otherwise Bricolage Fantasy who have the most wonderful logo in the world and Knobtweakers have links to a couple of unauthorised (edit: actually in the case of Knobtweakers they are authorised) mp3s.

Speaking of techno, here’s some info about a book called Unlocking the Groove that Turnstyle/as if.. of Obscure forwarded on to the 909 list (it’s not actually invite only).

The basic thesis is about the rhythmic structure of electronic dance music and how that functions with complexity and ambiguity rather than monotony. Which of course we all know but it’s good to see that in print :)

It’s by Mark J. Butler, who is Assistant Professor of Music Theory at the University of Pennsylvania; this book is his PhD thesis. It’s great to see ‘popular’ electronic music finally getting some decent academic attention.

Frey-Quiet album on Jamendo, actually

Tuesday May 23rd, 2006 at 1:10 pm | everything else

I’ve released the entire Quiet half of my Loud + Quiet double album on Jamendo. Go download it now!

Jamendo : Free music

Creative Commons Attributive-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 2.5 as always.
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brain is full of music

Sunday May 21st, 2006 at 6:54 pm | music

With the aid of electronic computers, the composer becomes a sort of pilot: pressing buttons, introducing coordinates, and supervising the controls of a cosmic vessel sailing in the space of sound, across sonic constellations and galaxies that could formerly be glimpsed only in a distant dream.

- Iannis Xenakis, 1971

piloting pure data: delayed kronos (900k)

I’m getting trackback spam.

Thursday May 18th, 2006 at 6:17 pm | everything else

It’s quite poetic:

furry suit.sameness tentacled,Calcutta squirreling bobby,vocals roulette table.

Or what about:

sunglasses reputation latches idiom raincoat roulette wheel

And then there’s this one, which seems to be some kind of call to action:

deteriorate!panelists,roadsters comma how to win roulette

lala..

Frey-Quiet album on Jamendo

Sunday May 14th, 2006 at 11:57 pm | music

I’ve released the entire Quiet half of my Loud + Quiet double album on Jamendo. It’s not actually available yet, I just need to put this code on the website so they can confirm it’s by me.

Jamendo : Free music
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Next few days, it’ll be there…

just a quickie or two

Saturday May 13th, 2006 at 11:06 pm | ideas : music

before I go home:

Pleix are a group of artists from France who make music videos to electronic music. They range from the totally abstract and almost synaesthetic to the highly narrative and trippy-as to the totally bloody amazing.

I especially recommend

‘Simone’


‘Plaid-Itsu’

and

‘Bleip-No’

And while you’re waiting for those to download, here’s some writing by Kodwo Eshun, the author of More Brilliant Than the Sun, a book which looks like this:

So if you go back to 1992 when Cypress Hill started… The first thing you hear is the sound of inhalation, people breathing in, the sound of the hits from the bong. That kind of magnification, that idea of sound microscoping right in close to your ear, that what was fascinating about hip hop, and that was, immediately, when you started to realise that reality was starting to morph.

So as you soon as you’d got that, you started listening again, and then you see that the actual beats started slowing down, become narco-totized. They became crippled; it’s almost like someone had gone out and kneecapped the beats. This is what we call the gangster lean, where the whole gait of the tune limps and you find yourself slowing down, and you feel yourself being grasped by this terrible slowness, this pathological slow motion…

Something tells me I should go read more articles from the Cybernetic Culture Research Unit.

a collection of amazing things

Friday May 12th, 2006 at 11:37 am | music

Hey!

I know you’re all itching for some Interdigitate post-documentation.

Short version, it went wonderfully well: I played horrible noises with techno overtones, and my friend Emil McAvoy did similar things but with video, to a room of about a hundred people, and they all cheered at the end. Afterwards we had a boogie to some awesome minimal techno as provided by Mel from Minim, who is a legend on the turntables and who I’m going to try to get down to Wellies to play a gig or two later on this year.. stay tuned.

We went out afterwards to a bar where they tried to get us to buy $50 glasses of wine. Some of us didn’t get home till the sun had come back up. It’s a truly wonderful when you realise you’ve met people who are as weird as you are… ;-)

I’ll be uploading the audio from the event, and hopefully some video too, sometime in the next two weeks. In the meantime, Turnstyle and Suln over at obscure.co.nz have included a Frey track in their latest Speakeasy podcast, Speakeasy 0X4. It’s wonderful, go download.

back; Qantas suck donkeys balls

Wednesday May 3rd, 2006 at 3:07 am | everything else

Well, grandmother still isn’t out of the woods, not by a long shot. But I’m going up to Auckland to do the gig.

The fucking plane company, that’s you Qantas, yes, you, rescheduled me from 1:30pm in the afternoon to 7:30 a fucking m. That’s 7:30 in the morning. That means check in at 6:45, which means taxi at 6:15, which means getting up at 5:30am, which is 3 goddamn hours away.