"A sinister cabal of superior writers."
Pat Padua bridges high-brow and low-brow to form a distinctive American pan-browism. He hears the voices cry out from the Western Canon to Justin Timberlake, and, with an arsenal of optical tools ranging from disposable message cameras to the sharpest Hassy glass, he coaxes out the voices with a visual acuity akin to shamanism. "A talented, if quirky, photographer," in the words of the Washington Post, Padua has exhibited his photographs in San Francisco and Baltimore, as well as in his home town of Washington DC. His astute criticism of music and cinema has appeared in the All Music Guide and Cinescene.com.
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This documentary about a forgotten black protopunk band is a moving film about family ties.
A vivid cinematic document of the Merce Cunningham Dance Company's final performances.
This fragmented novel comes across like the self-indulgent notes of a spoiled wunderkind who thinks that every one of his utterances is worth preserving.
Fans of Antiques Roadshow and Dirty Money will eat this stuff up.
A rare photobook inspired by the Zambian space program is converted to a delightful app.
Slightly better production values than most Bigfoot movies does not equal a good Bigfoot movie.
Even in two dimensions, Wim Wenders' film is a sumptuously photographed look at a beautiful body of work.
It's an inconsistent collection, but one with enough classic tracks to make it essential for any country music fan.
If only Werner Herzog would train his eye on Georgetown Cupcakes and frame the sisters’ fondant-frosted business as a losing battle against nature and true Americana.
Determined photography lovers will certainly find arresting images in Photo Journalism, but the clunky format may send them looking for better presentations online.
