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It’s about Time (By Holly Willis)

Boyhood spans 12 years, but it’s always in the moment.

Linklater’s attentive portrait of a Texan boy named Mason is less about what it means to be a young male than it is an evocation of another key theme in the filmmaker’s body of work, namely time. And not just time as a philosophical concept, but our time, the present moment, and what it means to be alive now. Right now.

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Mother #1 by Yunsung Jang, 2013 (© Yunsung Jang)
One of the two was shortlisted for The PB Portrait Award 2014 @ NPG

The portrait is of the artist’s mother. Yunsung Jang says he wanted to record not justher physical likeness, but the depth of their relationship, including ‘The complexities of devotion, pity, guilt, and gratefulness that a son feels toward his mother.’
Mother #1 by Yunsung Jang, 2013 (© Yunsung Jang)
One of the two was shortlisted for The PB Portrait Award 2014 @ NPG

The portrait is of the artist’s mother. Yunsung Jang says he wanted to record not justher physical likeness, but the depth of their relationship, including ‘The complexities of devotion, pity, guilt, and gratefulness that a son feels toward his mother.’

    Mother #1 by Yunsung Jang, 2013 
    (© Yunsung Jang)

    One of the two was shortlisted for The PB Portrait Award 2014 @ NPG

    The portrait is of the artist’s mother. Yunsung Jang says he wanted to record not justher physical likeness, but the depth of their relationship, including ‘The complexities of devotion, pity, guilt, and gratefulness that a son feels toward his mother.’

    Way out west there was this fella I wanna tell ya about. Goes by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Lebowski, he called himself “The Dude”. Now, “Dude” - that’s a name no man would self-apply where I come from. But then there was a lot about the Dude that didn’t make a whole lot of sense to me. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that’s why I found the place so darned interestin’. They call Los Angeles the “City Of Angels”. I didn’t find it to be that, exactly. But I’ll allow it as there are some nice folks there. ‘Course I can’t say I seen London, and I never been to France. And I ain’t never seen no queen in her damned undies, as the feller says. But I’ll tell you what - after seeing Los Angeles, and this here story I’m about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin’ every bit as stupefyin’ as you’d seen in any of them other places. And in English, too. So I can die with a smile on my face, without feelin’ like the good Lord gypped me. Now this here story I’m about to unfold took place in the early ’90s - just about the time of our conflict with Sad’m and the I-raqis. I only mention it because sometimes there’s a man… I won’t say a hero, ‘cause, what’s a hero? But sometimes, there’s a man. And I’m talkin’ about the Dude here - the Dude from Los Angeles. Sometimes, there’s a man, well, he’s the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that’s the Dude. In Los Angeles. And even if he’s a lazy man - and the Dude was most certainly that. Quite possibly the laziest in Los Angeles County, which would place him high in the runnin’ for laziest worldwide. But sometimes there’s a man. Sometimes, there’s a man… Well, I lost my train of thought here. But… aw, hell. I’ve done introduced it enough. 

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    Fergus by Paul Benney, 2014
    (© Paul Benney)

    From the BP Portrait Award 2014 @ NPG

    The portrait is of the chef Fergus Henderson, one of the founders of St. John restaurant, Smithfield. Henderson is known for his concept of ‘nose to tail eating’ and has recently won a Lifetime Achievement Award from the World’s 50 Best Restaurants Academy.

    Could it be the very same pig I was served when I ate there?