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.
A bittersweet breakup album for the 21st century.
The future and the past give birth to cats in this tribute to a little-known avant-garde movement.
The Mekons frontman revisits an early solo album and his Welsh homeland, with mixed results.
Travel tips for for the well-heeled traveler bound for New York, London, Paris, and Berlin.
A lame tribute to a high class icon.
Is the work of this previously unknown street photographer, discovered at a Chicago storage unit auction, worth the hype? Absolutely.
Emperor X brings a lab sensibility to dystopic, technophile love songs that are scientifically proven to be hummable.
A great bathroom book for the patient and well-heeled film buff.
This blaxploitation zombie film is short on plot but surprisingly rich in zombie leadership.
A classic bear family updated for the 21st century.