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  1. Yasuchika Hasegawa, former president of Takeda Pharmaceutical and former chair of the Japan Association of Corporate Executives, died on July 3 at the age of 80. japantimes.co.jp/news/2026/09/ #japan #obituary #pharmaceuticals

  2. #Obit: Alan Greenspan kept interest rates too low for too long which significantly contributed to the housing bubble. He did have that great line about "irrational exuberance" of markets, though the man loved the stock market. Like, a lot.

    #obituary #sarcasm #harsh #truth #Greenspan

  3. Un des plus grands n’est plus

    David Hockney est décédé le 11 juin 2026

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    Il y a des tas d’expositions nouvelles en ce moment, partout. Et tous les jours, il y en a d’autres qui s’ouvrent. Je ne sais pas où donner de la tête, ni des doigts.
    Mais aujourd’hui, il faut que tout cela attende, que tout s’écarte. Un grand, un géant de l’art est mort hier, et comme tant d’autres, je ne peux m’empêcher d’y aller, moi aussi, de mon ode à David Hockney (1937-2026).

    «La joie de la nature», au musée Van Gogh 2019 (photo JW)

    On connaît son histoire. Né à Bradford, dans le nord industriel de l’Angleterre, dans une famille ouvrière, David Hockney découvre très jeune son talent et très jeune aussi, il reçoit une formation au dessin. Plus tard, il descend à Londres, où il peut poursuivre ses études au prestigieux Royal College of Art. Le succès vient très vite. Ensuite, il s’envole pour New York, plus tard pour la Californie. C’est là que, ébloui par la lumière et les couleurs, il fait ses fameuses peintures de piscines (comme le célèbre « A Bigger Splash »). Et pendant des années durant, il fera plus ou moins la navette entre la lumineuse Californie, son Yorkshire natal et, plus tard, la Normandie, où il passera en tout cas le temps de la pandémie, et où il fait une de ses plus belles fresques, exposée à la Fondation Louis Vuitton en 2025.

    https://youtu.be/KyiByo5yMR8?si=fDmDxtOu2sHUAE-7

    J’ai écrit déjà plusieurs fois sur Hockney et certaines de ses expositions (au Van Gogh Museum, au musée Teylers, et à d’autres endroits encore). Et à chaque fois j’étais éblouie, soufflée, par ses couleurs, sa vitalité, et sa capacité de se réinventer à chaque fois. Hockney n’hésitait pas à explorer, puis à embrasser et à perfectionner de nouvelles techniques, la photo, l’i-pad, la vidéo, ou des combinaisons de tout cela, et à chaque fois, il nous coupait le souffle. Il fallait du courage, car au départ, le monde artistique n’appréciait pas forcément ces «mélanges» entre informatique et peinture. Mais Hockney n’avait pas froid aux yeux, et il l’a montré aussi en affirmant que les peintres d’antan se servaient d’instruments (d’optique, de mesure) pour établir la perspective. Sacrilège! Mais Hockney tenait bon, il en a fait la démonstration dans ses oeuvres à lui – et il avait probablement raison.

    Son oeuvre reste, et c’est formidable. Qu’il s’agisse de paysages, de portraits, d’« instantanés » (comme la trace de la plongeon dans la piscine), de dessins au fusain, de peinture sur i-pad ou de vidéos, la virtuosité de Hockney est immense. Et son oeuvre nous reste. Alors, autant on est triste que ce grand artiste nous ait quittés, autant on peut se réjouir de pouvoir, encore et encore, admirer cette oeuvre.

    Pour en savoir plus: regardez A Bigger Picture, documentaire de Bruno Wollheim (2010). Vous pouvez le voir en ligne ici (pour le voir en entier, il faut payer), ou vous pouvez regarder 80 films courts fait pour les 80 ans de David Hockney.

    Voir aussi: La joie de la peinture : Hockney à Amsterdam – Vu du Nord

    David Hockney, grand peintre britannique, est mort à l’âge de 88 ans

    David Hockney : « J’ai toujours voulu faire des images » | France Culture

    Image en tête: Le printemps arrive à Woldgate. Musée Van Gogh, 2019

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    Death of a giant

    David Hockney (b. 1937) died on June 11, 2026.

    There are many new exhibitions to write about, and I started doing just that. But today, everything has to wait. Today – like so many others – I have to commemorate David Hockney (1937-2026). He is one of the contemporary artists I admire most, and I am not the only one. I have written about several of his exhibitions (among others in the Van Gogh Museum, or in Teylers Museum).

    David Hockney, Spring in Woldgate, charcoal on paper, 2012; shown in Van Gogh Museum, The Joy of Nature, 2019

    Born in the industrial city of Bradford in a working class family, his talent was discovered when he was still very young, and he had drawing lessons from a very young age, too. Later, he went to London where he was admitted to the Royal College of Art. There, his talent was noticed as well, not only by his teachers and other students, but also by galleries and art merchants. Success came pretty soon. Hockney certainly was not one of those artists whose recognition comes only after their death, or late in life. Right away, his work sold well – which permitted him to travel and to live comfortable. He went to New York, then to California, where he was as smitten by the light and colours as Van Gogh was in Provence. It was in California that he made his famous swimming pool paintings, among which ‘‘A Bigger Splash’’.

    A room in the Hockney exhibition in Paris (Louis Vuitton Foundation, 2025)

    Yet Hockney didn’t forget the Yorkshire of his youth, and he returned there regularly, even for longer periods. There he made – among many other works – his famous ‘‘Spring’’ series, and it was also there he started working with new techniques. I remember his earliest i-pad ‘‘paintings’’, one of which represented rain – like a video, except that it wasn’t a video. Hockney was probably the first painter to embrace those new techniques – and to incorporate them in his paintings. He was quite brave in that respect, for in the beginning his use of the i-pad was frowned upon in certain circles. ‘‘Painting’’ with an instrument like that wasn’t serious! In the same way, Hockney proclaimed that painters in earlier centuries used instruments to establish the perspective in their pictures. Sacrilege! It couldn’t be… But he was probably right – and he showed it in his own work.

    https://youtu.be/g0-yI_Ph0aE

    It was also on his i-pad – perfected by himself – that he made his ‘‘Normandy’’ series. He stayed in his house in Normandy during the pandemic, and each and every day he painted the landscape, that changed with the weather and the seasons – like the landscape he portrayed in Yorkshire. A combination of hundreds of these small pictures and a gigantic ‘‘fresco’’ was shown (among other places) in 2025 in the Fondation Louis Vuitton in Paris.

    Hockney’s year-round paintings made in Normandy, 2022 ; here shown in Louis Vuitton Foundation, Paris, 2025

    Few artists are or were so inventive and prolific as Hockney. He probably was creative and busy till his last moments. In a way, his death makes us orphans. But fortunately, there is his work, which we can see and admire time and time again. In that sense, artists are never really gone.

    Interesting: A Bigger Picture, documentary by Bruno Wollheim (2010). You can watch it online here (to watch the whole film, you have to pay), or you can watch 80 short films made for David Hockney’s 80th birthday.

    See also La joie de la peinture : Hockney à Amsterdam – Vu du Nord

    David Hockney obituary | Painting | The Guardian

    ‘The vibrant proof of a presence slipped away’: Why David Hockney’s 1967 masterpiece is newly poignant after his death

    Header image : The Arrival of Spring in Woldgate. Van Gogh Museum, 2019

    More images in French section

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  4. John Loring, Who Defined Tiffany & Co.’s Style for Three Decades, Dies at 86

    Photo Credit: John Loring Facebook John Loring, the artist, author, and tastemaker who served as design director of…
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  5. Radio Free Skaro #1070 – Do They Know It’s Christmas?

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    Jingle bells are probably silent this Christmas as, if RTD’s hinting in the UK media has led the Three Who Rule to conclude, after Mr. Davies stating he won’t be filming anything this year, so…whither Doctor Who Christmas Special? We get after it! We also look into the spectacular looking 4K release of the 1996 TV Movie, our thoughts on the Mandolorian and Grogu, the usual Big Finish Zaprudering, and an interview with Sophie Aldred, Paul Cornell and author Adrian Tchaikovsky and their involvement in the Salvation’s Child graphic novel! Space Comics!

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    #AdrianTchiakovsky #AndrewSkilleter #BigFinish #BritBox #CutawayComics #DoctorWhoAdventures #DoctorWhoAmI #doctorWhoMagazine #DoctorWhoTVMovie #JonathanHelm #MarciaLucas #Merchandise #Obituary #ParadiseTowers #PaulCornell #PaulMcGann #RussellTDavies #Series16 #SophieAldred #SylvesterMcCoy
  6. Six Feet Under – Next to Die Review By Alekhines Gun

    Here in the hall, we have a tradition called “Squatter’s Rights”. This ensures that if you had the fortune to review something good, you get first dibs on that band’s next release; it also helps prevent the staff from mass-slaughtering each other when trying to see who gets to cover bigger names. Impossibly long-running “Little Engine That Would” outfit Six Feet Under are a remarkable inversion of that rule as the only “big” name where the opposite is true. Rapidly passed about like a blunt when the cops roll up, their last seven albums reviewed here have been through no less than five writers, and now their newest “opus” has fallen to me.1 Previous album Killing for Revenge had the inimitable Iceberg shower the band with praise enough to justify upping their classification from embarrassing to “merely” bad, which is, at least, an improvement in the most scientific sense of the word. Can Barnes and the Boys keep this upward trajectory?

    That Next to Die suffers from self-sabotaging of good ideas is no surprise; what may be surprising is how many good ideas there are to sabotage. Against all odds and seemingly with the sole purpose of ruining entertaining writing, Six Feet Under has managed to assemble an album I find very difficult to outright hate. From a collection of fun, tasteful solos (“Destroyed Remains”, “Next to Die”) to grooves and riffs which manage to carry a whiff of old-school authenticity without devolving completely into boneheaded ignorance (“Mutilated Corpse in the Woods”), Next to Die is mostly barren of the rage-triggering flaws of olde. There are moments in here to get my toes tapping and noggin’ joggin’, with high-energy Obituary-isms and riffs that recall the stench of the oldest of old school death.

    For the most part, Chris Barnes has managed to get out of his own way, discovering high-brow concepts like hot tea and honey between takes and maybe not smoking all the time. The utter ghastliness of Nightmares of the Decomposed has been mercifully abandoned, as he turns in a performance which manages to straddle a sweet spot between The Bleeding and Butchered at Birth, albeit more sun-bleached and war-torn. True, the more open spaces do him no favors when he tries to fill them with sustained growls, and from time to time, he still sounds like he’s struggling with his pacing (“Grasped From Beyond”, “Wrath and Terror Takes Command”), but he doesn’t sound like he’s trying to talk through a tight and possibly fuzzy leather belt anymore. He’s brought a smidgen more tonal range this go-round, digging deeper for some extra lows in “Skin Coffins” and squeezing out the last drops of juice from his throat in the high-belted chorus of “Ill Wishes”. While it’s only taken a decade or three, Barnes can’t be considered the defining weak link of his band anymore.

    Instead, everyone gets to have a hand in things!2 Drummer Marco Pitruzzella often zigs when he should zag, with bizarre drum arrangements and surprisingly minimal beats (“Unmistakable Smell of Death”, “Mind Hell”) which turn into real momentum killers. Some artistic ideas can’t stick the landing, like the aforementioned “Ill Wishes,” which swings for a real album climax in presentation but is ruined by Barnes licking my ears with wildly moist ASMR verses,3 and album kickoff “Approach Your Grave” tries to return death metal to its horror roots with a nifty curtain-raising styled riff that takes two and a half minutes too long to get to the point. Then there’s the paradox of the album: “Mister Blood and Guts.” Musically speaking, this is the crown jewel, with a curb stomping, pit igniting, grin-inducing wad of chug-heavy fun in the chorus, as long as you try not to think too hard about how the lyrics sound like they were written by Sid from Toy Story. Really, that’s the album in a nutshell: there’s some unexpected joy in here, but the sense of relief you feel as the average and mediocre lifts its head is palpable.

    “Stand tall, score it appropriately.” That’s what my Freezer Brother Tyme said. Well, I have, and frankly, I’m angry about it. This was not the dumpster fire I was looking forward to. It is not irredeemable, it is not atrocious, and it is not appallingly terrible. It is instead a cumulative result of a surprising amount of good ideas, riddled with enough flaws and imperfections to drag the final product down to average. Many bands would find that devastating. For Six Feet Under, it is a crowning accomplishment, a continuation of their upward trajectory from the unforgivable to the merely appallingly milquetoast.

    Rating: 2.5/5.0
    DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
    Label: Metal Blade Records
    Website: Album Bandcamp
    Releases Worldwide: April 24th, 2026

    #25 #2026 #AmericanMetal #Apr26 #DeathMetal #NextToDie #Obituary #Review #Reviews #SixFeetUnder
  7. Alan Osmond, member of The Osmonds, passes away at 76

    📰 Original title: The Osmonds singer Alan Osmond dies aged 76

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  8. Papa Necrose – Anthropomorphy Execution Review By Owlswald

    Five-headed Brazilian death metal horde Papa Necrose emerged from the promo sump with two strikes against them before Anthropomorphy Execution even began. First, if we were somehow living in an alternate metalverse where Ghost didn’t exist, then the name Papa Necrose might be passable. But we don’t. Instead, the name only evokes the theatrical imagery tied to Tobias Forge’s famous alter-ego. Second, the Saw‑meets‑Easter‑Island cover art is não é bom,1 feeling flat out undercooked. Put those surface issues aside, and you’ll find a record that soaks itself in classic 90s progressive death. The outcome of years of arduous development, Papa Necrose’s third LP once again turns its attention to the Catholic Church as its central target. However, rather than chasing reinvention, Anthropomorphy Execution embraces familiarity, seeking to recapture the qualities that have allowed this well-known strain of death to endure.

    Anthropomorphy Execution wears its influences squarely on its sleeve: post Human‑era Death and early Pestilence are the clearest touchstones, with vocals that blend Obituary‑style guttural heft and Schuldiner‑like phrasing. There’s nothing here you haven’t heard before, but the performances are surprisingly astute. And it’s clear Papa Necrose has more than enough musical chops to pull off their homage. Danilo Vagner and Carlo Silva’s down‑picked, grinding riffs, Luquian Silva’s dynamic tom fills, and Eric Gusmão’s exploratory bass runs are executed with precision, coalescing into highlights like “Hammered in the Mind,” “Cathedral of Death,” and “Eighteen Years Awake.” Gusmão’s Sound of Perseverance-flavored breaks, along with the interplay between Vagner and Silva’s riffs and Silva’s fancy kit work, give the tracks plenty of groove to latch onto. James Murphy (Death, Obituary, Cancer) even shows up for a guest spot (“The Thousand Yard Gaze”). Talent-rich, but too obvious in their devotion, Papa Necrose seems comfortable being nothing less than an off-the-shelf clone of their heroes.

    Anthropomorphy Execution by PAPA NECROSE

    Anthropomorphy Execution’s biggest problems lie in its songwriting and overall cohesion. While the individual performances are competent, the sum rarely matches the quality of its parts, leaving Anthropomorphy Execution feeling clunky as a whole. Alessandro Necrose is a capable vocalist and effectively channels a John Tardy (Obituary) level of disgust, but a vocal mix that sits too far forward and drowns everything in delay undermines his delivery. His tendency to end his growls with an exaggerated gurgle (“Anthropomorphy Execution,” “Cathedral of Death,” “Disenchant Them”) doesn’t help matters and comes off as cheesy rather than heavy. Structurally, tracks tend to sprawl, with vocals that occasionally lag behind the instrumentation (“Fall, Die, and Break”), or overactive solos that crowd otherwise promising passages (“Disenchant Them”). And with a runtime of over 46 minutes, the album overstays its welcome by at least two songs.

    While Papa Necrose lacks a distinct identity of their own, discerning musicality and a clear reverence for the classic progressive death sound produce some strong moments. “Fall, Die, and Break” is a straightforward track that leans on chunky, mid-paced riffs, fret-tapping fireworks, and dexterous drumming to establish a serviceable baseline for the record’s sound. It’s nothing special, but it demonstrates a functional grasp of structure and pacing. “Eighteen Years Awake,” “Hammered in the Mind,” and “Cathedral of Death” benefit from a sharper sense of momentum, finding Papa Necrose at their heaviest and most confident. Driven by syncopated bursts of technical shredding and frequent tempo shifts, the songs remain engaging throughout and largely sidestep the issues that drag down the rest of the record. “Anthropomorphy Execution” could have joined them as one of the record’s stronger cuts if not for its near‑lifted guitar harmony from Symbolic’s “Sacred Serenity.” To its credit, the song is one of the few moments where Papa Necrose attempts to break the mold, introducing added wrinkles like ceremonial-flavored motifs. Still, this occurrence isn’t enough to overcome the track’s mimicry, nor imbue the material with a sense of personality that gives it lasting appeal.

    Papa Necrose is no doubt fluent in classic progressive death, but Anthropomorphy Execution rarely speaks in its own voice. Competently played and steeped in the right influences, the record leans too heavily on familiar tropes to ultimately feel essential. Until Papa Necrose tempers its devotion with a stronger sense of self, their work will continue to land as another well-executed homage in a genre already defined by far stronger voices.

    Rating: Disappointing
    DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
    Label: Awakening Records
    Websites: awakeningrecordscn.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/papanecrosedm
    Releases Worldwide: March 20th, 2026

    #20 #2026 #AnthropomorphyExecution #AwakeningRecords #BrazilianMetal #Cancer #Death #DeathMetal #Ghost #Mar26 #Obituary #PapaNecrose #Pestilence #ProgressiveDeathMetal #Review #Reviews
  9. #ChuckNorris , action hero and star of 'Walker, Texas Ranger,' dies at 86

    The martial artist and actor was best known for playing #CordellWalker , a #TexasRanger who dispensed Lone Star justice with roundhouse kicks and a decidedly old-school moral code
    #walkertexasranger #obituary #death

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  10. Joseph Berkmann, restaurateur turned wine importer, dies aged 94

    The founder of Berkmann Wine Cellars and a driving force in the evolution of Britain’s wine trade, Joseph Berkmann, died two weeks ago at his home in St Tropez, aged 94. Honoured with the drinks business Lifetime Achievem…
    #dining #cooking #diet #food #Wine #Beaujolais #berkmannwinecellars #JosephBerkmann #OBITUARY #ukwinetrade
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