#björn magnusson

[abijahfowler]

Let’s go funky white boy!!! + his playlist i made years ago

[ieatworms]

something something doomed toxic yaoi

[schaeder]

Maj — flicka med melodi

Maj — flicka med melodi var en bildberättelse av Sture Lönnerstrand som gick i Hela världen. Bovil (Bo Vilson) tecknade de första sidorna från nr 30 till nr 37/1945. Själv hade jag inte sett serien förrän jag härom dagen fick mig tillsänd några bildfiler.

Maj — flicka med melodi (1945) var en bildberättelse av Sture Lönnerstrand som gick i Hela världen från Åhlén & Åkerlund. Bovil (Bo Vilson) tecknade de första sidorna från nr 30 till nr 37/1945. Själv hade jag inte sett den här tecknade serien förrän jag härom dagen fick mig tillsänd några bildfiler med serien från min vän Magnus Magnusson*. Ett urval källor Omslag av Gunnar Folke till Hela…

[clearcloudypoetry]

This film is so sweet, I really loved it

Fyra år till 2010

[idagnyheter]

Med hpv-vaccinet skulle vi kunna utrota cancern – om bara fler fick sprutan, skriver Lisa Magnusson

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[thesunlounge]

Reviews 218: Ed Longo & Applied Arts Ensemble

The newest release on Early Sounds Recordings comes courtesy of Ed Longo & Applied Arts Ensemble. Working across Germany, Switzerland, and Italy during 2017 and 2018, Ed Longo jammed with and recorded a host of adventurous musicians from diverse backgrounds, resulting in his debut LP The Other Fantasy. Conceptually, the record ruminates on the mental chaos of the internet age, concepts of Otherness within the collective consciousness, and our existence in a “continuous state of augmented reality, in which any concept of location, provenance, space and time fades into the ready-made world of escapist fantasies”...cerebral ideas given visual form by Riccardo Corda’s enigmatic art layout. Musically, the record feels right at home within the Early Sounds universe, as kaleidoscopic fusion jams and seaside funk journeys overflow with dazzling woodwind flights, tropical marimba cascades, scatting guitars, liquid slap bass fantasias, exotic live drum panoramas, gemstone Rhodes chords, sleepy synth orchestrations, sexual solos, heady electro-rhythms, and breathtaking vocal performances that sweep the spirit towards fantasy future lands. There are also a couple of blissed out ambient pieces closing each side, with Ed and his cohorts floating down etheric rivers of new age light and exploring sci-fi cityscapes, Blade Runner sax expanses, and noir jazz spirituals.

Ed Longo & Applied Art Ensemble - The Other Fantasy (Early Sounds Recordings, 2019) In “Love On the Line,” the energetic drums of Fabio Giannotti intertwine with electro-cymbal bells and golden hued tambourines. Domenico Andria’s slap bass pushes huge columns of air with its sorcerous funk movements while echo-smothered Rhodes flows, riffing guitars, and wavering cosmic synths background Daniele Lacava’s springtide flute adventures. The acoustic piano of Joel Holmes flows through the mix with dashing atonal runs and rainfall chordscapes before giving way to a wiggling synth solo that sets the air afire. At some point, we transition into a super hip vocal passage as cooing feminine voices and sultry whispers from Manon Girault and Zoé Perko fly over a sunset fusion jam out. Flanged bass explorations sit aside Floydian psychfunk riffs as Daniele alights on further flute solos, all while starshine synths and sci-fi squelches work against explosive drum fills and sizzling hi-hat patterns…everything eventually giving way to a coda of wavering keys, fluttering woodwinds, and pianos dancing on sea blue wave crests. “Arcadian Dream” follows with some of the softest textures to appear across the Early Sounds catalog. Seabirds converse above atmospheres of ocean romanticism and new age clouds billow in alongside acoustic guitar wanderings. Fabio Giannotti now appears on marimba and dances through the sea foam haze with crystalline note trails and gemstone fairy melodies and Nicola Galgari’s lush saxophone layers float amidst heavenly organ swirls…the whole thing evoking Finis Africae and Ariel Kalma as it transports the listener to a mystical forest of light.

“New Life” revels in lush romance vibrations while glassy Rhodes pianos flow above Steven Boreham’s liquid bass grooves and Ivan Ciccarelli’s midnight breakbeats. Congas enter and echoriffing guitars bubble up from underwater depths as celestial string orchestrations hover in the starry sky. Delicious g-funk slides bring it all together for a sensual glide through an equatorial paradise, with scatting synths transitioning into slow motion chime arpeggiations. The interplay between the bass and Tatum Rush’s guitar is pure intoxication, with interlocking riff webs and fiery funk accents playing off of rainbow keyboard atmospheres. Blistering fusion synths trade of solos with LSD-morphed e-pianos while gaseous strings move through the mix and at some point, soft outerspace vapors fly untethered above airy island rhythms. Then, a spellbinding Rhodes descent flutters over Ivan’s anthemic tom fills as we glide back into the sexual funk paradise, now drifting along on sea breeze vibrations and tropical palm frond flutters while Cristiano Pomante waltzes in with an ultra-cool marimba solo…the kind of thing that might waft through Haruomi Hosono’s Paraiso, full as it is of beachside jazz strolls and sunbeam solo dances. And the vibe is pushed even further towards exotic AOR perfection as Björn Magnusson melts over the mix with a radiant guitar solo built from smooth harmonizing descents and swooning sunset slides, even working at times into David Gilmore-esque psych blues screams that are tracked perfectly by the west coast hip-hop slides.

Dub claps refract in “A Palm in the Closet” while euphoric melodies of ocean glass flow forth from Joel Holmes’ Rhodes. Stuttering beats and morphing timbales underly guitar riffs swinging through starsea ripple worlds and Domenico Andria returns with more jaw-dropping slap bass fluidity…that same kind of mesmeric funk bass mastery that he delivered on Pellegrino’s Zodyaco…just pure 70s magic right down to the hot and biting production. Daniele Lacava’s ethereal flutes move between longform dream melodies and city-funk scats and are backed by wigged out theremin synths and hollow square-wave leads, all while Tatum Rush’s jangling guitars effervesce through colorful echolayers. As well, Tatum drops dreamy 90s R&B vocals over the exotic 70s lounge grooves while glistening piano adventures and schmaltzy flights move through the bewildering background fx layers. Closer “Trouble in Paradise” features dopamine cymbal taps and guttural bass guitar drones from Steven Boreham…the recording so deep and physical…as if you can hear the dust popping off of the roundwound strings. Nicola Galgari’s noir-soaked saxophones melt over oceanic Rhodes tapestries and once again the recording is very intimate, showcasing the sounds of warm breath flowing  over reeds. Beneath everything moves a euphoric haze of vibrato hallucinations and tremolo motions and there are vibes of Bohren and Der Club of Gore, Angelo Badalamenti, and John Coltrane at his most narcotic as the song develops into midnight heroin jazz for a sci-fi futureworld, one colored by haunted synth gases and dreamclouds of dark magic.

(images from my personal copy)

[zaphmann]

In Memory of John Peel Show 221104 Podcast & Playlist

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[lesbianchemicalplant]

this seems to be the original study:

Iron absorption from Southeast Asian diets. II. Ce:Role of various factors that might explain low absorption

ABSTRACT Previously reported levels of iron absorption from common Southeast Asian meals composed of rice, vegetables, and spices were too low to be consistent with the known prevalence of iron deficiency. In the present paper the cause of the low absorption was systematically sought. Variables investigated comprised methodological errors, factors in the diet such as certain foodstuffs, or contaminants inhibiting the absorption and characteristics of the subjects accompanied by malabsorption of dietary iron. The latter was excluded by comparing the absorption from both wheat rolls and a composite rice meal in Thai and Swedish women using the absorption of a small dose of ferrous ascorbate as a common basis of comparison. Two main factors were identified as causing the low absorption in the previous studies: the homogenization of the labeled meals before serving and the use of rice flour instead of rice. Iron absorption from nonhomogenized meals of identical composition as studied previously was many times higher (on an average 0.16 mg) and was consistent with the actual prevalence of iron deficiency in lower socioeconomic groups of Thais mainly consuming the simple meals studied. Recent modifications of the method to measure nonheme iron absorption from composite meals have thus not only made the determination simpler but also more accurate.

(https://doi.org/10.1093/ajcn/30.4.539 can be used to find the full text via a certain website)

from the Discussion:

...Using a simpler labeling technique it was thus possible in the present study to make a valid comparison of the absorption from identical meals that were served either as ordinary meals or as a carefully minced mix as in the previously reported study. The present observation that in all subjects the absorption from the mix was significantly lower was quite unexpected. All subjects considered the mix less tasty than the ordinary meal. This is the reason for assuming that the mix, for instance, might not elicit the cephalic phase of gastric secretion, or might affect the gastrointestinal motility differently than ordinary meals. The present results do not allow more far-reaching conclusions than that the consistency and/or appearance of the food for some reason is of importance for the absorption of iron from the meal. This is probably the first study in which it has been shown that factors such as consistency and/or appearance affect the absorption of a nutrient. The absorption from the ordinary meal was on average 70% above that from the mix. Recently, similar results were obtained in Sweden when the absorption of iron from a meal of hamburger, string beans, and mashed potatoes served in the usual way was compared with that from the same food served as a mix (3). The absorption ratio between the ordinary meal and the mix was very similar, 1.56 ± 0.17 in 10 subjects. This latter observation indicates that the cause of the lower absorption from the mix is probably related to consistency and/or appearance rather than to some physical factor as the hamburgers and the mashed potatoes were not further finely minced but simply mixed together. The present finding of a low absorption from meals that were minced and mixed cannot alone explain the previously reported extremely low absorption from the Thai meals. It may, however, be an important contributory factor and this systematic error has to be considered in future studies on food iron absorption

(the citation (3) is)

Björn-Rasmussen, E., L. Hallberg, B. Magnusson, B. Svanberg, L. Rossander and B. Arvidsson. Measurement of iron absorption from composite meals. Am. J. Clin. Nutr. 29: 772, 1976

(https://doi.org/10.1093/ajcn/29.7.772)

Research has shown that pleasure affects nutrient absorption. In a 1970s study of Swedish and Thai women, it was found that when the Thai women were eating their own (preferred) cuisine, they absorbed about 50% more iron from the meal than they did from eating the unfamiliar Swedish food. And the same was true in the reverse for the Swedish women. When both groups were split internally and one group given a paste made from the exact same meal and the other was given the meal itself, those eating the paste absorbed 70% less iron than those eating the food in its normal state.

Pleasure affects our metabolic pathways; it’s a facet of the complex gut-brain connection. If you’re eating foods you don’t like because you think it’s healthy, it’s not actually doing your body much good (it’s also unsustainable, we’re pleasure-seeking creatures). Eat food you enjoy, it’s a win-win.

[inmyarmswrappedin]

I just wanna say... Because of course there’s discourse about this when the first episode hasn’t even finished dropping...

Yes, Sporty Spice is 17, and so to say that he’s beyond redemption is a bit much for people who are way past their teen years (like me). From where I stand, Ol’ Sport still has so much room to grow and no one’s teen years should define them because people change so much once they’re out the frankly toxic environment of high school.

But like, also, Nikolai Magnusson was 20/21 in Skam s2, and where I stand, 20/21 is also not that old and people can still grow so much at that age. Yet, Nikolai wasn’t redeemed in Skam, I think most people don’t even remember the reasons Mari gave to excuse his behavior, and the people who do remember, don’t think those reasons were a good enough excuse (or explanation) for why he made Noora think he’d sexually abused her for weeks or why he plied her with alcohol after emotionally manipulating her or why he took pictures of her naked and threatened to leak them. 

Possibly surprising news to some, but Sporty Spice is a fictional character, not an actual person. Whether he gets a redemption arc or not depends entirely on the role the Druck writers think he should play within the season. If they think their story makes more sense if Covid denier is redeemed, they’ll go that way. And if they don’t, then he won’t be. And if they choose not to redeem him, it won’t mean that they think people are beyond redemption, because characters like Björn or Erwa were never redeemed and yet people don’t think Druck as a whole doesn’t believe in redeeming mean characters. Again, if Sporty Spice’s role in this story is the villain, it’s not a commentary on real teens’ chances at actual change, but Sporty playing the role he was assigned in this story.

I’m not surprised that the discourse is going this way, because lol this was always going to happen once they picked Ismail as their s7 main. Some people think none of the instas are redeemed yet (including Kieu My or Finn or Zoe), other people think some of them are redeemed and should cast aside the bad apples asap, and finally there are people who think ALL of them are aight and don’t want them to have squad drama with themselves because they’re basically family to each other and have stuck with each other this long. So of course there are going to be arguments when opinions vary this much. 

[viktorfredriksson]

Streamingtips för höstmörkret

Höstmörker är synonymt med film och tv, och denna höst är extra mörk. Vad passar då bättre än ett gäng nya filmer och tv-serier att kasta sig in i? Har därför listat några av de mest aktuella filmerna och tv-serierna som finns att streama just nu. 

 TV-SERIER

The Queen’s Gambit

Höstens mest hyllade serie handlar om schack. Bara en sån sak. Berättelsen kretsar kring föräldralösa Beth Harmon, som tidigt flyr verkligheten in i schackspelets fyrkantiga värld. Vad som börjar med ett parti i källaren med barnhemmets surmulna vaktmästare Mr Shaibel, utvecklas snart till en lika oväntad som framgångsrik karriär – kantad av både missbruk och kärleksbekymmer. Huvudkaraktären delar många likheter med verklighetens Bobby Fischer, en av tidernas främsta och mest mytomspunna schackspelare, tillika något slags förkroppsligande av den tunna gränsen mellan genialitet och galenskap. Att låta en ung kvinna vältra sig fram genom denna oerhört mansdominerade värld är såklart ett vinnande drag. Lika självklart är det stora genombrottet för Anya Taylor-Joy; hon beväpnar Beth med lika delar intelligens, styrka och sårbarhet. En fantastisk gestaltning av ett fascinerande livsöde.  

»The Queen’s Gambit« är en allmängiltig berättelse; en uppväxtskildring, en kärleks- och underdog-historia – en nostalgisk hyllning till en svunnen era och en bortglömd sport. Scenografi, rekvisita, små välfunna detaljer – att skapa så mycket energi och atmosfär ur en sådan notoriskt stram värld är ett toppbetyg till hela produktionen. För mig, som närmast schackberoende (och som i 85% av fallen spelar Queen’s Gambit som vit), är serien såklart en enda stor njutning. Stormästaren Kasparov har anlitats som konsult för att säkerställa att schackpartierna och karaktärernas jargong håller måttet, vilket gör scenerna ännu mer kraftfulla. Inte minst vill jag fortsätta träna på Najdorf-variationen i Sicilian Defense och förbättra min slutspelsteknik.  

Jag tänker också på Bobby Fischers berömda artikel där han dömer ut den aggressiva öppningen King’s Gambit som direkt undermålig: »The refutation of any gambit begins with accepting it. In my opinion the King's Gambit is busted. It loses by force«. Öppningens kvinnliga motsvarighet har visat sig vara betydligt mer motståndskraftig mot tidens tand  – detsamma kommer gälla tv-serien.

Streamas på: Netflix (7 av 7 avsnitt har släppts)

Kärlek & Anarki

Lisa Langseths Netflixsatsning är någon slags satir på förlagsvärlden. Premissen är ganska löjlig: Tvåbarnsmamman Sofie arbetar som konsult på ett bokförlag där hon inleder en slags pubertal utmaningslek med företagets nya, unga IT-tekniker Max. Att påstå att trovärdigheten haltar är en underdrift, och två avsnitt in var jag skeptisk, men när man väl har förlikat sig med det fåniga anslaget är det en underhållande resa, som dessutom växer sig starkare längs med vägen. Bäst? Björn Kellmans mjäkiga chef och det oväntat lekfulla sjunde avsnittet. Skräckfilm nästa för Langseth? 

Streamas på: Netflix (8 av 8 avsnitt har släppts)

Industry

Serien följer ett gäng nyexaminerade tjugonåntings med vitt olika bakgrunder som landar praktikplats på en ansedd investmentbank i London, där de konkurrerar om ett begränsat antal fasta anställningar. Lena Dunham är exekutiv producent och regisserar det första avsnittet av denna tveklöst indragande, om än något klichéartade, »eat or be eaten«-skildring av finansvärlden. Sex, droger, svinaktiga chefer – och ett pulserande score av Berlinbaserade EDM-producenten Nathan Micay som är något alldeles extra. Endast tre av åtta avsnitt har släppts än så länge.

Streamas på: HBO (3 av 8 avsnitt har släppts)

Top Dog

Svensk storsatsning som bygger på Jens Lapidus romantrilogi. Likt »Snabba cash« skildras mötet mellan den undre och den övre världen. Josefin Asplund spelar affärsjuristen som sätts på uppgiften att spåra den mystiskt försvunna arvtagaren till bolaget, och finner sig snart indragen i en smutsig Södertälje-härva tillsammans med den villkorligt frigivna Teddy. Serien är, likt många andra svenska kriminalare, väldigt tung på intrig. Sidospåren är många och plot-twistarna likaså. Något mer krut på karaktärsskildringar och atmosfär hade gjort serien gott. Men det är en välgjord produktion, även om man har sett det mesta förut. Asplund imponerar i huvudrollen, men bäst är Alexej Manvelov i rollen som den melankoliske gangstern Teddy. 

Streamas på: C More (8 av 8 avsnitt har släppts)

The Undoing

HBO:s nya prestigedrama är en miniserie i sex delar. I huvudrollerna syns Nicole Kidman och Hugh Grant som spelar det framgångsrika paret Grace och Jonathan Fraser. Hon är parterapeut, han är en berömd barnläkare – sonen Henry spelar fiol och går på en exklusiv privatskola. Tillsammans bor de i en lyxvåning på Manhattan. Allt är frid och fröjd tills Elena, den unga gåtfulla mamman till en av elitskoleeleverna, hittas brutalt mördad, samtidigt som Jonathan spårlöst försvinner. 

Serien är skapad av David E. Kelley (»Big Little Lies«) och samtliga avsnitt är regisserad av danska Susanne Bier. Miniserien har (kanske lite för) enkelt beskrivits som en östkust-variant av just HBO-succén »Big Little Lies«. »The Undoing« riktar dock större fokus på sina centrala karaktärer och det centrala mysteriet, på gott och ont. Det är välspelat, välgjort och spännande – men saknar (än så länge) den där sista glöden. 

Streamas på: HBO (5 av 6 avsnitt har släppts)

FILMER

Orca

Josephine Bornebuschs långfilmsdebut om social distansering är såklart brinnande aktuell. Manuset skrevs på tre veckor i våras, efter att ett annat av Bornebuschs projekt blivit uppskjutet, och följer hur den priviligierade medelklassen brottas med tillvaron och sina relationer »i dessa tider« (även om någon pandemi aldrig uttryckligen nämns). Allt bakom skärmar såklart. Johan Rheborg spelar den kämpande författaren Claes som dagligen högläser sina pompösa texter för sin åldrande, sängliggande mor. Tova Magnusson är agenten som tänjer på etiska gränser i närmandet mot en ung skådespelare. Vera Vetali tar rollen som gravid influencer, syster till Bornebuschs stressade tvåbarnsmamma som tillfälligt flyr undan sin familj (Jerka Johansson spelar partnern) när de behöver henne som mest. Samtidigt försöker systrarnas pappa (Peter Andersson) knyta kontakt efter 28 års frånvaro. 

Med det stora persongalleriet försöker Bornebusch skina ljus på pandemins mångsidiga effekter på oss människor och våra relationer. Vissa kommer varandra närmare, andra glider isär. Vissa plågas, andra försöker dra fördel av situationen. Ibland är tonskiftena väl abrupta, men överlag fungerar det väl. Även dialogen är förvånansvärt rapp och välskriven givet den snabba produktionen. Samtidigt är filmen nästan provocerande trångsynt. Trots en gedigen ensemble påverkas inga karaktärer direkt av situationen, åtminstone varken fysiskt eller ekonomiskt. Karaktärerna har kreativa yrken där hemarbete fungerar smärtfritt, och någon jämrar sig över streamingtjänsternas skrala utbud. Å andra sidan bjuder verkligheten på tillräckligt med elände som det är för tillfället. 

Streamas på: Viaplay

The Trial of the Chicago 7

Jag har spenderat de senaste två veckorna med att plöja mig igenom Aaron Sorkins mästerliga »The Newsroom«, och känner redan en styng av saknad. Som bekant finns det ingen manusförfattare i världen som kan skriva dialog som honom. »The Trial of the Chicago 7« är hans andra film (efter sevärda debuten »Molly’s Game«) som skrivande regissör och handlar om de sju amerikanska demonstranter som 1968 åtalades för konspiration, anstiftande till upplopp och andra brott i samband med det demokratiska partiets konvent i Chicago i Illinois samma år. En intressant, välspelad och Sorkinskt pratig historielektion, där humorn stundtals faller platt.

Streamas på: Netflix

On the Rocks

Sofia Coppola och existentiell tomhet är en ryktbar duo. Mest framträdande i  mästerverket »Lost in Translation« (2003) och underskattade pärlan »Somewhere« (2010). Hennes senaste film är inte lika minnesvärd men likväl ett habilt tillskott i Coppolas filmografi. Och Bill Murray visar att han har mer kvar att ge.

Streamas på: Apple TV+

Borat Subsequent Moviefilm

Den efterlängtade (?) uppföljaren är inte mycket till film egentligen. Den universala humorn från originalet har ersatts med en mycket tydlig politisk agenda inför det, nu avgjorda, amerikanska valet. I det avseendet är det nittio underhållande minuter. Filmen är mest uppmärksammad för att ha lurat Trumps personliga advokat Rudy Giuliani till en intim träff med en ung kvinna i filmen. 

Streamas på: Amazon Prime

Onward

Pixar är bäst i världen på varma, detalj- och snillrika filmer för hela familjen. Ironiskt nog går magin förlorad i deras första film som uttryckligen handlar om magi. Filmens emotionella kärna, broderskapet, är inte tillräckligt underbyggt, och det stora äventyret lovar mer än vad det levererar. Tyvärr en av Pixars svagare filmer. 

Streamas på: Disney+

David Attenborough: A Life on Our Planet

»This is my testimony«, proklamerar 94-årige David Attenborough förtroligt till tittaren i dokumentärens öppning. Det är omöjligt att inte trollbindas av Attenboroughs röst. Det kvittar egentligen vad han pratar om. När han i 80 minuter sammanfattar sina hisnande livsupplevelser från jordens alla kontinenter är det således bara att kapitulera. Han är en av få människor som har upplevt allt det där de flesta bara läser om; skövlingen av regnskogen, polarisarnas avsmältning, mängder av olika djurarters utrotning  – om människans samlade avtryck på planeten. Hoppfullt nog föreslår Attenborough också en lösning. 

Streamas på: Netflix

[trivialqueen]

Here’s the next section of that original story.

As always, I’m neither a doctor, nor British.  I’m just a girl who fancies herself a writer and likes slow burns, smart women, and tall men.

Run

Wandering the hospital was one of her favorite pass times when she worked overnights. The energy was so different. The usually busy wards peaceful and quiet, most of the staff gone for the day. It was an eerie, liminal energy, like at any moment she might turn a corner and cross into a different dimension. It was part of what made her sign up for more than her required nightshifts. Eerie it might be, but she loved the vibe of overnights. Plus, it was a good time for her to catch up on paperwork. No electives, no emails, no distractions. Walking the silent wards provided welcome breaks from the mountains of paperwork on her desk. Swaths of productive time were great, but it also made her back ache.

There was a light on in Irene’s breakroom. It cast a long beam from under the door. When she’d checked the weekend schedule, she’d noted that Doug was the register on that night, but she’d not bothered checking who was the GS specialist working alongside them. Quietly she opened the door.

“Helvetes jävla fanskap!” Sofia Grace didn’t know what to process first: The fact she was stuck on nightshift with Björn the Slasher; the fact she’d managed to startle him so badly he both jumped and swore; or the fact that he was by his own standards practically naked. Magnusson was standing at the sink, his jacket and tie draped over a chair, dress shirt in his hands as he attempted to spot clean what appeared to be pen from the fabric. His belt was undone, slacks unbuttoned, and a tee style undershirt was stretched tight across his broad shoulders. Given his usual reserve and the circumstances Sofia Grace felt herself blush on his behalf.

“Ms. Hale, I apologize for, well… all of this.” He was at a loss for words, blushing scarlet and clearly wishing he was dead.

“Usually you’re the one to do the sneaking up, not the other way around.”

“Quite so.” For a moment they could only stare at one another, stain remover pen hanging limply from Magnusson’s long fingers.

“Coffee?” She focused on the single serve coffee machine behind him. It felt too rude to just turn and walk away from him, even if she’d prefer to not have to socialize with the unpleasant Swedish surgeon.

“No, thank you. I never acquired a taste for it.” From the corner of her eye she could see his shoulders relax once she was focused elsewhere. He carefully returned to the stain on his shirt.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people that doesn’t do caffeine.” They didn’t have anything in common already, but not even chemical addiction? He scoffed.

“Certainly not. I find a well-made Assam or Darjeeling does an adequate job in perking me up without tasting phenolic.”

“Would it be trite of me to say that you’ve just not been drinking the right coffee?” Not that any of the coffees on offer in Irene’s breakroom were the right sort.

“Very.” He almost sounded amused.

“I might have thought you’d use your position as DOS to get out of working overnight.” Charlotte used to, although she was a single mother with two younger kids.

“Then you clearly don’t know me very well.” She ground her teeth, bracing for a lecture about leadership or personal responsibility. “I love the nightshift.”

“Really?” he was holding up his dress shirt now, inspecting it for any lingering ink.

“Really. The hospital is finally ours again, all the pencil pushers and bean counters have gone home.” She couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Quiet, calm, a little eerie,” She turned to shoot him a smile as he shrugged on his now slightly damp collared shirt. “Plus, a more casual dress code.” He glowered at her, long fingers buttoning his shirt, bottom to top.

“Not on purpose, I assure you.” The machine spluttered the last of the coffee into the paper cup.

“Suit yourself.” She shrugged, “But ditching the tie on occasion won’t kill you.” She preferred to wear more professional clothes during the day. It helped underline her status as a specialist and a surgeon, even if some of the dinosaurs still treated her worse than a nurse. However, last nightshift they’d had office chair races down the fifth-floor corridor. Her flats, skinny jeans, and blazer combo was more than adequate.

“I’ll take it under advisement.” He said while retying his tie. She sipped her coffee rather than let him see her amusement.

“Well, I best get back to my office.” She moved to the door. That was quite enough socializing for the evening. “You’ll be pleased to know I eventually get caught up on my paperwork.”

“I never doubted you.” His smile was almost sincere, it made her pause, turn back over her shoulder to look up at him. He was younger looking in this light, the lines of his face relaxed. Without his glasses on it was easy to see his smart, dark eyes. Strong brows, dignified nose, high cheekbones. He was a handsome man, damnit, even if he was also authoritarian and unpleasant.

“The best place to watch the sunrise is the roof. The north stairs have direct access.” She had no idea why she said that, the roof was her place. Catching sunrise after a nightshift was one of her traditions. She’d pop up and sit with her coffee, legs dangling over the edge, enjoying the soft glow of morning breaking in shades of lavender and gold over the skyline.

“The roof is restricted access.”

“Wenn d’ moisch.”

It was common enough for patients on the ward to need emergency surgery in the middle of the night – which was why registers and consultants are required to do a nightshift, but it was not so common that should emergency surgery but required it didn’t spread through the reduced staff. Which is how Felix learned Ms. Hale and Doug MacLiam had taken one of their CT patients into theatre.

He could faintly hear the scream of guitars before he even entered the scrub room. Black Sabbath if he had a guess, but hard rock was never his strong suit.

“Care for some company?” Much like their first meeting Ms. Hale didn’t look up from what she was doing, even to speak to him.

“Knock yourself out.” Was all she said, before rattling off a list of instructions to both MacLiam and the nightshift surgical nurse, both of whom seemed to hesitate under his gaze.

“Mr. Magnusson.” MacLiam’s brogue was slightly unsteady. Fearful. Contrary to popular belief, Felix did not thrive off the fear of others and rarely intended to terrorize. It just worked out that way. “I had no idea you would be joining us tonight.”

“Should I have RSVP’d?” MacLiam was a competent enough surgeon and doctor by all accounts, but he did have an annoying habit of saying empty sentences.  “Might you have chosen something a little less…screaming” the song had changed, even though he wasn’t an avid rock or metal fan he would still recognize AC/DC anywhere.

“The playlist was my choice.” Hale announced, “Doug’s a little too country, I’m much more rock and roll.”

“and here I thought Handel was more your speed.” He didn’t like operating with music on but playing something operatic could improve all the required paperwork his job brought. The Sonata 5 was a personal favorite.

“I’m just like an onion, Mr. M.”

“you make people cry?” MacLiam teased. Hale did look up at that, giving the Irishman an amused look, her eyes dancing. She never looked at him like that. In fact, thus far she’d not looked at him at all.

“Cheeky!” She laughed. “I’ve got layers.”

She’s like a leather brand too much for any man she gives me the first degree she really satisfies me…

As much as he hated to draw on something like AC/DC they were undeniably correct. Sofia Grace Hale did indeed have rhythm. He could see her carefully work on the monitor, how she deftly wielding her tools. It was easy to forget her maverick streak when watching her hands.

“Sheiße!” Things had been going so smoothly. “Puncture – the artery is damaged and he’s bleeding into the pleura.” Felix felt himself snap out of his passive observer role.  

“Right. We need to repair the artery. I’ll need an oscillating saw.” Cutting through the cavity and opening the chest more folly would provide the necessary, most efficient access. Ms. Hale finally did look at him. Her coffee colored eyes weren’t spitting hellfire at him for once, but they were stony and quite serious.

“If you cut through the collar bone, he’ll need an awful lot of time off work to recover.” The surgical tech handed him the saw wordlessly. Non-invasive procedures and working mostly with the stomach, intestines, and not chest cavity he so rarely got to use power tools in his work.

“We need to repair the artery, do we not?” Magnusson didn’t understand why she was hesitating. The man was bleeding profusely, and she was worrying about recovery time, not the blood in the pleura.

“Yeah, I need some room, but slicing through his collar bone means he’ll never be able to lift another stockpot as long as he lives.” She raised a challenging brow. It was a nice sentiment but unavoidable. He flipped the saw on, it buzzed in perfect time with Chop Suey!

“Oi!” There it was, the indignant spark in her eyes. “Enough with the saw, Dr. Leatherface.” She stared at him, hard, until he turned the saw off. “Thank you. Now, I know you think you know everything but I’m the CT specialist here.” Beside her he could hear MacLiam whisper “Damn”. Hale ignored him; her eyes still locked with his. “I do need some room, but I can get to the artery another way, if you’d just give me two seconds.”

“This better be good.” She spoke with such confidence, such defiance he was now intrigued to see what she felt she could do.

“Hand me my wooden spoon, please.” She nodded toward the tray. It was the first that he noticed the wooden cooking spoon amongst the sleek scalpels, forceps, and needle holders. It looked ridiculous. “My mentor back at Stanford always kept one on hand and I adopted his habit.” Carefully she placed the handle of the spoon as far under the subclavian artery as she could, moving it out of the way. “Could you hold that there, please?” She nodded toward the end of the spoon. He had seen plenty of surgical tricks in his day, even performed a few himself with sterile drawing pins, but this was a first, even for him. The spoon opened up the area a bit more and considering her small hands and how efficient she was with her sutures it was enough room for her.

“Father into your hands, I commend my spirit/ Father into your hands/ why have you forsaken me/ In your eyes forsaken me/ In your thoughts forsaken me/ In your heart forsaken, me oh…” She sang brightly along with the lyrics as she stitched, which made for an odd (and oddly charming) juxtaposition.

“aanndd… cut.” MacLiam snipped the suture. “Lovely!” Despite the mask it was clear she was beaming. “you can take the spoon out now, Mr. M. Gently.” He did as he was told, slowly lowing the subclavian back to its proper position.

“Holy Shit.” MacLiam was staring in open admiration. Felix agreed whole heartedly.

“It’s old school but it works.” She shrugged, calling for the necessities for closing up.

“It’s impressive.” He couldn’t keep the awe from his voice, nor did he try. She was perhaps the single most intriguing surgeon he had ever met. Her head shot up, eyes wide with surprise, from behind her mask he could tell her mouth had fallen open.

“It’s why we call her the Queen of Hearts.” MacLiam declared proudly, continuing to close the patient up when her hands stilled.

Sofia Grace laced her running shoes tightly, another successful surgery without the usual release. So she had to chase it. Quite literally. The hospital gym was a small corner of the basement. It had a handful of cardio machines, free weights, a speedbag, and a janky TV off in a corner. It was rarely full, even during the day. At night it was always dead.

Except for when it wasn’t.

Felix Magnusson was not half as imposing dressed in an ill-fitting tee and nylon shorts. Outside of his tailored suits he didn’t even seem as tall. The shirt was boxy and hung straight from his shoulder disguising his trimmed waist and perfect V proportions. His legs were muscular – he was clearly an avid runner, but even with those muscles his legs looked thin and lanky. His ass was nice though, and not completely concealed beneath the baggy top.

Of course he runs.

Of course he runs now.

She pushed her hair out of her face and jammed her earbuds in. She would focus on her run, her euphoria, and finishing her shift, wide awake and happy.

Headphones in, Led Zeppelin playing, gradient set and pace determined - 6:30/mile. Usually it was enough to get her in the zone.

God he’s got big, dumb feet. From the corner of her eye she could see him trip over them.

As much as he loved the nightshift, staying up was never his strength. Running was the best way he knew to stave off drowsiness and get him to see morning light without resorting to napping in his office. The gym was small and mismatched but serviceable. Since coming to Saint Sebastian’s he’d taken advantage of the facilities at various points and each time it’d been empty when he started, during, and after he finished his run. A veritable ghost town. It’d been lovely.  

It was no more.

He could just see her out of the corner of his eye stretching beside the treadmill furthest from him. Ms. Hale being a runner made complete sense giving the beauty that was her legs. Quite a bit of those gams were on display given the obscenely short spandex shorts she wore. The rest of her outfit was equally as ‘modest’; her shoes and sports bra were the same shade of florescent pink. He knew of the latter because the sleeves of her tee shirt had not just been cut off, but cutout, the hole extending hallway down her body, showing her sports bra and ribs every time her arms moved. Not even Dr. Dre reminding him that “Bitches ain’t shit” could dislodge the images of her legs from behind his eyelids.

The morning air was chilly, especially on bare feet. While she had no fear of heights herself, she did have a paranoia about dropping something over the edge. Like her shoes. She kicked her legs over the edge of the roof. Leaning on the rail she felt herself smile as the first glowing rays of light peaked over the skyline. Another successful shift, another beautiful sunrise.

“Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day-”

“You’ve got a beautiful feeling?” The voice behind her was jarring, and for a dizzying moment she almost regretted her daredevil habit of living – and sitting – on the edge.

“The roof is restricted access.” She parroted back to him. Magnusson was back in his suit and looked at least seven foot seven as she sat on the ground. He smirked at her over the rim of his teacup.

“I see you share my fondness for restricted areas.”

“Rules were never really my strong suit.”

“Clearly.” He approached the rail beside her, mindful of her shoes and beloved Wonder Woman mug. Those big, dumb feet crunched across the sparsely graveled roof came to a stop beside her. The oxfords were shiny, she expected no less. For a long time, they were silent, soaking in the morning’s glory together.

“You’re shivering.” She was too, damnit. If it was darkest just before dawn, it was also coldest. At midday the weather was still lovely, between eleven and fourteen degrees. It was, however, quite chilly otherwise. Barefoot and her blazer was no match for the coming autumn, even with a cup of coffee thickening her blood.

“It’s a bit fresh.”

“I can hear your teeth chattering.” A long hand came into view. “Perhaps it’s time to go in.” She turned and looked up at him, squinting against the new risen sun. He was stooped slightly, like a giraffe trying to drink. He looked ridiculous, if oddly charming, damn him.

She handed him her mug before leveraging herself up with the railing. He barely escaped being hit in the face with her sudden standing. He was still so close, his broad chest radiating a heat she could feel through her own blazer. His dark eyes seamlessly shifted from looking at her to taking in the mug she’d unceremoniously dumped in his hand.

“Here’s to strong women,” He read, vintage Wonder Woman peeking through his long fingers.

“May we know them; May we be them; May we raise them.” She finished. It was her favorite mug, one of her dearest possessions for over ten years. Her godfather had given it to her when she’d left for Tübingen all those years before. It was amazing that it was in as good of condition as it was, though she supposed it helped that she didn’t wash it that often.

“A noble goal.” He made to hand her back the cup as she bent to put her flats back on.

“Jävlar!” Coffee sloshed across the front of his white collared shirt. Thankfully it was now only tepid at best, but it was dark and strong.

“Sheiße!” She dropped her shoe, reflexively reaching like she could fix this problem. “I am so sorry.”

“It’s no problem, Ms. Hale.” Magnusson answered, primly, handing her the mug back. It was then she realized her hand was splayed on his chest. Considering how warm he was under her palm, the analogy of pulling one’s hand back as if was burned was only partial exaggeration.

“It seems we’ve come full circle.” She was blushing scarlet and he had a stain on his shirt.

“Indeed,” Magnusson smoothly buttoned his jacket, covering the spot. “However, my night is over, so I may deal with this at home, not Irene’s breakroom.” They left the roof in awkward silence, which didn’t end until she reached her floor and he wished her a nice Sunday. Back in her office Sofia leaned heavily against her door, running a hand through her hair. Nightshifts always had an eerie, liminal energy, like she just might cross into another dimension.  And maybe last night she had.

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Mona Brorsson pallade inte pressen – sköt bort guldet

Mona Brorsson pallade inte pressen – sköt bort guldet Mona Brorsson hade VM-guldet i sina händer inför sista skyttet i jaktstarten på hemmaplan i Östersund.   Då gick allt fel för 28-åringen. Hon sköt hela fyra bommar och därmed gick både guld- och medaljdrömmar i kras. – Jag pallade inte läget, det är surt, säger en uppgiven Brorsson till SVT Sport. Mona Brorsson hade inför dagens jaktstart aldrig varit bättre än femma i världscup- och VM-sammanhang. I dag gick hon ut som femma och visade toppform under 80 procent av tävlingen. Svenskan sköt fullt på de tre första skjutningarna och var i ledning med 26 sekunder ner till andraplacerade Denise Herrmann när hon gled in på vallen för sista skyttet. Blev omfamnad efteråt

Då gick allt fel. Mona Brorsson sköt fyra bommar och tappade allt. Gulddrömmen förvandlades till en mardröm och Brorsson blev till slut sjua. – Jag vet själv hur det är när jag kommer in till sista skyttet i ledningen. Om jag missar nu blir det tjära och fjädrar och man vågar inte visa sig för allmänheten, säger Björn Ferry halvt på skoj efter debaclet. – Tänk sådan liten marginal från att bli legendar. Istället blir det ingenting, fortsätter Ferry som led med 28-åringen. ”En miljon tankar” Hanna Öberg passade då på att gå förbi och blev bästa svenska på en femteplats. Efter målgång blev Brorsson omfamnad av lagkamraterna. – Det är en otroligt stor uppgivenhet. Det är väldigt mycket känslor. Dels är jag väldigt stolt och nöjd med väldigt stora delar av tävlingen. Men det är sista skyttet...jag har aldrig varit i en sådan situation. Det blev för mycket och jag pallade inte läget. Det är surt. Samtidigt är det roligt att vara i det läget. Nästa gång tror jag att jag klarar det bättre, säger en samlad Brorsson till SVT Sport.

Hur var det att komma in till sista skyttet? – Det var en miljon tankar. Först blev det lite overkligt, var är resten? Man blir lite trött och kämpar med sig själv. Jag hade ingen tanke på pricken. Alldeles för ofokuserad. Det är tufft, säger hon. Denise Herrmann tog guldet, Tiril Eckhoff blev tvåa och Laura Dahlmeier tog hem bronset. Bakom Öberg och Brorsson bjöd Anna Magnusson på ett styrkebesked. Svenskan gick från 43:e plats till att sluta elva.

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Houdini & The Frame

Wer bei Houdini nun an den grossen Zauberer denkt, liegt ziemlich falsch. Denn Style-Notes ist heute im Houdini Kino/Bar in Zürich zu Besuch, um mit Michael Bodenmann und Stefanie Marlene Wenger zu plaudern. Die beiden kuratieren auf den zwei neu installierten The Frame Fernsehern das «Houdini Bildfenster» bzw. das «Houdini Videofenster». Ein Blick hinter die Kulissen.

An der Kalkbreite in Zürich ist viel passiert. Die Brache rund ums Tramdepot ist verschwunden, entstanden ist eine imposante Genossenschaft mit vielen Wohnungen, Restaurants, Läden und Kino. Im oberen Stock von Houdini Kino/Bar befindet sich eine gemütliche Lounge – das sogenannte Mezzanin – mit einem fantastischen, urbanen Ausblick und neu zwei The Frame TVs auf welchen sich die Gäste an gegenwärtiger Kunst erfreuen können.

Die beiden The Frame TVs und die darin gezeigte Kunst sind ein atmosphärisches Element im Mezzanin. Durch die regelmässig wechselnden Ausstellungen werden die Gäste des Houdini Kino/Bar immer wieder überrascht Die Förderung von Kunstschaffenden ist den Betreibern des Houdini seit jeher ein Anliegen; sie freuen sich, dass sie nun auch der Videokunst und der Fotografie eine Plattform bieten können.

  Michael Bodenmann und Stefanie Marlene Wenger – ein Fernseher in einem Kino, ist das nicht ein Paradox?

Marlene: Nein ich finde nicht, es zeigt die enge Verbindung von Kino mit anderen Kunstformen wie Videokunst und Fotografie.

Michael: Nein, warum auch. Der Fernseher in diesem Kontext sehe ich mehr als Ergänzung zum Kinoprogramm des Kino Houdini.

Wie kann ich mir eine solche «Ausstellung» vorstellen?

Michael: Im «Houdini Bildfenster» wird jeweils eine Künstlerin bzw. ein Künstler für die Dauer von 4 Wochen gezeigt. Dazu werden Einladungskarten gedruckt und Werbung im Kino geschaltet. Die Künstlerinnen und Künstler haben vom Inhalt und der Länge her komplett freie Hand.

Marlene: Im «Houdini Videofenster» besteht die Ausstellung aus einem Video, das auf The Frame im Loop gezeigt wird. Zur Vernissage sind die Künstlerinnen und Künstler persönlich anwesend. Unsere Idee ist es, Videokunst auch an Orte zu bringen, wo man sie im ersten Moment nicht unbedingt erwartet. Wie eben in einer Bar, um sie so aus ihrem musealen Kontext zu lösen.

Das Mezzanin im Houdini ist ein edler, imposanter Raum. Die kühle Architektur, wird mit warmen Elementen kombiniert, um eine urbane und doch gemütliche Stimmung zu kreieren. Dazu gehört auch die Idee des Bild- und des Videofensters. Als die Betreiber auf «The Frame TV» aufmerksam wurden, war sofort klar, dass dieser perfekt zum Konzept passt, weil eine Ausstellung in digitaler Form sehr flexibel und ein relativ kostengünstig ist. Dadurch kriegen auch weniger bekannte Künstlerinnen und Künstler die Chance, sich dem Publikum zu zeigen. Das Projekt kommt bei den Gästen sehr gut an. Auch die grundlegende Idee, auf diese Art und Weise Kunst zu präsentieren wird sehr positiv aufgenommen. Und auch die Künstlerinnen und Künstler sind davon sehr angetan.

Warum habt ihr euch für die Fenster für einen The Frame entschieden?

Marlene: Die sehr gute Bildqualität und das schlichte Design ohne sichtbares Logo und eine saubere technische Lösung mit einem einzigen dezenten, statt auffälligen, schwarzen Kabel eignen sich besonders gut zur Präsentation von Videokunst. Die Technologie hat sich so entwickelt, dass wir nicht mehr auf die dunklen Räume des Museums angewiesen sind und Ausstellungen auch an öffentlichen Orten zeigen können. Wie eben hier im Houdini.

Wie wählt ihr die Werke aus, die auf The Frame gezeigt werden?

Marlene: Die gezeigten Videoarbeiten sind einerseits Arbeiten aus der Sammlung Carola und Günther Ketterer-Ertle. Wir haben mittlerweile ein sehr grosses, nationales und internationales Netzwerk und verfolgen ein künstlerisches Oeuvre meist über eine längere Zeit. Andererseits sind es Künstlerinnen und Künstlern, die uns auffallen und denen wir gerne eine Plattform bieten. Pro Halbjahr setzten wir einen groben thematischen Schwerpunkt, der die einzelnen Präsentationen verbindet.

Michael: Am Anfang waren es mehrheitlich Künstlerinnen und Künstler, die ich aus meinen Zeit als Fotografiestudent an der ZHdK kenne und schätze. Dadurch ergibt sich automatisch ein grösseres Umfeld in dem man immer wieder Neues entdeckt, das man gerne zeigen würde.

The Frame ist ja ebenfalls eine Art Kurator, mit seinem integrierten Art Store, der Zugang zu rund 500 Werken bietet. Habt ihr dort auch schon Künstler oder Werke entdeckt?

Michael: Ja, Tobias Rehberger.

Marlene: Gibt es Videokunst im Store? Soweit ich weiss gibt es «nur» nicht bewegte Bilder im Art Store – eventuell wäre dies ja eine Überlegung wert, auch Videokunst in den Art Store zu integrieren.

Was wird aktuell gezeigt?

Michael: Zurzeit wird eine neue Arbeit von Evan Ruetsch gezeigt. Er beschäftigt sich mit seinen auf Reisen entstanden Fotografien und gesammelten Gedanken die er zwischen 2014 bis 2018 gemacht hat.

Marlene: Aktuell zeigen wir die Arbeit «Labor of Sleep, Have you been able to change your Habits??», der italienischen Künstlerin Elisa Giardina Papa. Sie untersucht darin die Auswirkungen der Digitalisierung auf ganz grundlegende menschliche Bedürfnisse wie das Schlafen.

Und was ist noch geplant?

Michael: Ab Ende November wird Marianne Mueller eine extra für den Ort erstellte Arbeit zeigen. Danach sind im Dezember der Fotograf Sebastian Stadler, im Januar die Künstlerin Magdalena Baranya aus Zürich, im Februar F. P. Boue aus New York und im März der St. Galler Künstler Herbert Weber ausgestellt.

Marlene: Die Ausstellung im Dezember wird ein neues Projekt des Zürcher Duos Com&Com zeigen. Zum Anlass des 10-jährigen Jubiläums des Unesco Welterbe Tekonikarena Sardona dokumentieren die Künstler die Reise der drei grossen Steine TEK, TO und NIK durch die ganze Schweiz. Die Arbeit ist noch in der Entstehung, wir dürfen gespannt sein!

  Gibt es noch weitere Pläne?

Marlene: Für unsere Ausstellung im Januar mit Lena Maria Thüring wird die Zusammenarbeit von videokunst.ch und Houdini Kino/Bar tatsächlich auf die Kinosäle ausgeweitet. Zusätzlich zur Präsentation der Videoarbeit Future Me, zeigen wir nämlich in einer Spezialvorstellung den Film «Arbeit als Liebe. Liebe als Arbeit» den Lena Maria Thüring zusammen mit Brigitte Dätwyler realisiert hat. Das Filmscreening findet am 6. Februar 2019 um 19 Uhr im Houdini statt mit anschliessendem Gespräch mit den Künstlerinnen.

Michael: Ja, ich bin mit verschiedenen Künstlern im Gespräch für das nächste Jahr. Da ist zum Beispiel Björn Magnusson, eigentlich bekannt als Musiker der aber seine Albumcover jeweils selber gestaltet, beziehungsweise seine Fotografien benutzt oder auch schon Kollaborationen mit Künstlern hatte, die auch im nächsten Jahresprogramm gezeigt werden. So ergeben sich dann erfreuliche Überschneidungen.

  Über Michael Bodenmann

Michael Bodenmann, geboren 1978, lebt und arbeitet als Künstler in Zürich. Er kuratiert das «Houdini Bildfenster». 

 Über videokunst.ch

videokunst.ch ist ein Projekt aus Bern, initiiert durch das Sammlerpaar Carola Ertle und Günther Ketterer und die Galerien Bernhard Bischoff & Partner und Henze & Ketterer. Sie betreiben in Bern einen Showroom im Progr_Zentrum für Kulturproduktion und ein Videofenster im Bienzgut in Bümpliz. Vieokunst.ch ist ausserdem in verschiedenen internationalen Projekten tätig.

Über Houdini Kino/Bar

Die Installationen können jederzeit in der Bar besucht werden. Hier findest du das laufende Programm, was sonst noch in der Houdini Bar äuft.

  Sabine

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Konstnärsfondens traditionsenliga stipendieutdelning ägde rum på Waldemarsudde tisdagen den 5 juni – 2018. Under prisceremonin berättade stipendiaterna om sig själva och vi kunde även lyssna till vacker sång och musik. Efter ceremonin begav sig alla till Prinsens kök där ett glas vin (med påfyllning) och en gourmettallrik väntade oss. Plats: Waldemarsudde, Prins Eugens Väg 6, Stockholm Tid: Tisdagen den 5 juni, 2018 kl. 18.00

Konstnärsfonden grundades 1982 för att fira Sigvard Bernadottes 75 års dag. Talanger prisas varje år med stipendier inom musik, teater, design och målning. Stipendierna möjliggör en utveckling tidigt i karriären och många stipendiater har sedan blivit riktigt stora konstnärer. Stipendiekommitten består av erkända konstnärer från hela konstnärsvärlden och stipendieutdelningarna ses som en höjdpunkt under året. Under alla år har så många som 150 stipendier delats ut till lovande talanger.

Stipendiater 2018: Idun Baltzersen, Amanda Borgfors Mészáros – Pär Engsheden, Rasmus Luthander, Jens Persson Konstnärsfonden:

1983 Jan Nilsson, Sonny Walentin 1985 Magnus Ehrner, Hans Forsmark, Irene Högström, Fredrik Jacobsson, Mikael Wahrby 1986 Raymond Björling, Nils Olof Hedenskog, Louise Jacobsson, Per Jonsson 1987 Ingrid Ali, Roland Borén, Per Olov Ehrlin, Mats Gustavsson, Inger Stark 1988 Helene Bergström, Anne Björk af Trolle, Karl-Göran Malmvall, John Sundkvist, Klas-Göran Tinbäck 1989 Ellen Andreasson, Lennart Forsén, Hubert Hydman, Lotta Johansson, Ann-Sofi Sidén 1990 Anna Eilert, Amelie Fleetwood, Mikael Rundquist, Jens Salander, Carl Unander-Scharin 1991 Jonas Degerfeldt, Nina Jobs, Ingela Karlsson, Sophia Magnusson, Kim Malmquist 1992 Malin Borin, Görel Crona, Maria Elmqvist, Thorsten Flinck, Karl Magnus Fredriksson, Madeleine Kristoffersson, Bétina Marcolin, Veronica Petermann, Olle Torgny, Sofia Uddén 1993 Lisa Gustafsson, Benny Haag, Fredrik Jacobsson, Sara Ohlsson, Camilla Wessman 1994 Anna-Clara Bystrand, Malin Edwall, Marie Gustafsson, Henrik Samuelsson, Michael Weinus, Hedvig Westermark 1995 Michael Bartov, Thérèse Brunnander, Martina Dike, Cecilia Elde, Clara von Rettig, Pia Törnell 1996 Peter Erlandsson, Edvard Jarvis, Marcus Jupither, Anders Kronestedt, Urban Selander, Linda Tuvås 1997 Patrik Andiné, Marie Carlsson, Ola Eliasson, Henriette Indahl, Matti Klenell, Elin Klinga 1998 Marie Bonnevie, Katarina Giotas, Christian Simonson, Jesper Taube 1999 Lars Arrhenius, Magnus Krepper, AnnLouise Lögdlund, Mattias Nilsson, Macus Olhans 2000 Tove Dahlberg, Anders Fredriksson, Joakim Lundström, Jonas Malmsjö, Yngve Rådberg 2001 Patrik Forsman, Lotta Mossum, Annalena Persson, Maria Rostotsky, Eva Röse, Petra Schou 2002 Kerstin Avemo, Marcela Cubura, Jonas Karlsson, Martina Müntzing, Sebastian Schildt 2003 Anna Björk, Reine Brynolfsson, Elin Carlsson, Niklas Hjulström, Anders Ljungberg, Andreas Lundmark, Per Nicklasson, Magdalena Åberg 2004 Kristina Jansson, Mattias Nilsson, Henrik Rafaelsen, Louise Reitberger, David Taylor 2005 Björn Kjellman, Anja Lundqvist, Ulrika Mjörndal, Pernilla Sylwan, Ulrika Wärmling 2006 Emelie Björck, Johan Carpner, Mats Carlsson, Marie Rosenmir, Rikard Wolff 2007 Anna Camner, Bo och Stig Dahlin, Hannah Eklund, Frida Hallgren, Åsa Lockner, Aleksander Sätterström 2008 Jon Eliasson, Daniel Johansson, Åsa Jungnelius, Gustaf Skarsgård, Christian Svarfvar, Johan Thurfjell 2009 Helena Hörstedt, Kristina Bength, Hugo Hansén, Nkozana Dimande, Stefan Solymon 2010 Marcus Forss, Anna Heymowska, Peter Köhler, Josefin Ljungman, Per Håkan Precht 2011 Hanna Alström, Melinda Kinnaman, Simon Klenell, Fredrik Lycke, Astrid Svangren 2012 Behnaz Aram, Kristoffer Zetterstrand, Nina Zanjani, Paulina Pfeiffer, Yinjia Gong 2013 Sandra Backlund, Ida Engvoll, Moa Lonnberg Israelsson, Markus Pettersson, Marcus Strand 2014 Rimma Gotskosik, Leonard Kocic, Tilda Lovell, Shima Niavarani, Mathinée Wongtrakoon 2015 Lamija Suljevic, Emil Andrén, Ulric Björklund, Leontine Arvidsson, Bo och Stig Dahlin 2016 Albin Flinkas, Hanna Hedman, Duo Hästbacka-Persson, Lisa D Manner 2017 Sara Jangfeldt, Hilda Nilsson, Johanna Rudström, Richard Rolf, Ellisif Hals

36-års utdelning av Stiftelsen Marianne & Sigvard Bernadottes Konstnärsfond Konstnärsfondens traditionsenliga stipendieutdelning ägde rum på Waldemarsudde tisdagen den 5 juni – 2018. Under prisceremonin berättade stipendiaterna om sig själva och vi kunde…

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DI. 10.10 DJ: PRADA MEINHOFF DJ SET POST-PUNK/NEW WAVE/GARAGE/RIOT GRRRL/K RECORDS/BURGER RECORDS 

MI. 11.10 DJ: ATARIAME DARKWAVE/POST-PUNK/FRENCH COLDWAVE/CALIFORNIAN ROCK AND LO-FI 

DO. 12.10 DJ: KB (CHICOS DE NAZCA) ROCK`N`ROLL/PSYCH/GARAGE/WAVE/SHOEGAZE 

FR. 13.10 DJ: MARTIN (DAVID WATTS FOUNDATION) VINYL ONLY/60s & MODERN PSYCH/GARAGE/POST-PUNK/KRAUTROCK/POP/OBSCURITIES

SA. 14.10 DJ: ALVAR & DALE (ACID BABY JESUS/SICK HORSE/MODERN PETS/HELLSHOVEL...) ALL VINYL/PSYCH/GARAGE/PUNK/COUNTRY-PUNK/ROCK´N´ROLL LIVE: BJÖRN MAGNUSSON LO-FI/PSYCH 

SO. 15.10 DJ: LIESEL BERLIN THIS COULD BE OUR SONG LOVE/FIRST DATE SONGS 

MO. 16.10 DJ: GREEK FRIEND OF JIMMY TRASH PSYCH/GARAGE/POST-PUNK/ KRAUT 

DI. 17.10 DJ: DAVID STRAUSS POST-PUNK / NO WAVE / KRAUTROCK / WAVE / GARAGE / PSYCH / SHOEGAZE / LO-FI

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4 WEITERE JAHRE — Queer-Stars.de

4 WEITERE JAHRE — Queer-Stars.de

4 WEITERE JAHRE — Filmrezension (Synopsis) von QueerMaster: 4 WEITERE JAHRE – WAHLKAMPF MAL ANDERS — Video, Synopsis und Infos Trailer german/deutsch (HD) Video: 4 WEITERE JAHRE – WAHLKAMPF MAL ANDERS | Dauer: 02:08 | Copyright: © PRO-FUN MEDIA LGBT-Film (FSK6) unter der Regie von Tova Magnusson-Norling mit Eric Ericson, Tova Magnusson, Björn Kjellman u. a. - + Facebook Twitter Google+ Email…