My friend Bob Sacamano can get you all the cable you want!
Illustrator Christoph Neimann’s “My Life With Cables” is missing something. Something important. Something essential. My guess is that it’s missing a subject that isn’t already mundanely annoying enough without appearing in well-known publications read all over the continent.
But such has been Niemann’s success that the covers of Atlantic Monthly, The New Yorker, and The New York Times Magazine may all be found on his resume.
A commentary on the pervasiveness in today’s tech-culture of – you guessed it – cables, “My Life With Cables” loops and curls through infuriating, cable-ridden scenarios without ever delivering a charge. Perhaps, as one scene suggests, the work is meant as an homage to the era of cable, an era Niemann sees coming to a close with the arrival of its wireless successor. Perhaps, through these illustrations, a desperately strung-out Niemann has divested himself of perilously rising stress caused by the common cable.
Perhaps, if I was Jerry Seinfeld, I could find smug satisfaction in the absence of substance or narrative in “My Life With Cables.” But I can’t, and I say now that I am ashamed. Because, despite my criticisms, I can’t even find argument with the aforementioned and renowned publications. After all, it would only be an argument about nothing.
Via The New York Times.