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.
An acutely observed study of the innocence and anxiety of childhood, by a seven-year old girl.
The cynical New York classic of yesterday's seedy journalism - and today's.
A lush operatic melodrama; if you like that kind of thing, go for it.
A Strange and Singular collection of found photos.
Washington, D.C. as seen through the gimlet eyes of a master photographer.
A remarkable hip-hop marriage of photojournalism, music, and art.
There’s nothing to fear from a Buddhist nun - she won’t bite!
A partnership of sacred voices.
Antichrist has one of the hilarious scenes in the cinema of 2009. If only this overblown, crayon-scripted film was supposed to be funny.
A pair of new discs from Nico Muhly showcase the young composer's continued exploration of contemporary classical voices.