Monthly Archives: January 2012

 

The inspiration born of the bailout is so rich that the filmmaker Donald Taylor Black, 60, director of Ireland’s film school at the Institute of Art, Design and Technology, is creating an hour-long documentary about the genre of crash art. Paid for with an initial €100,000 from the Irish Film Board, its title, “Stuffing the Tiger,” is a pointed reference to the country’s distant “Celtic Tiger” boom times.

In Ireland, Making Art From the Rubble (Doreen Carvajal, New York Times)

(Pic by Anthony Haughy from his ‘Settlements’ series of derelict properties and ghosts estates around Ireland)

Dr Rhona Mahony, who today became Master of the National Maternity Hospital in Holles St, meets Ian Tumulty and Nikki Mitchell (above), parents of the hospital’s first baby of 2012, Elsie Ann Tumulty (who was born at 00:26, weighing 6lb 9oz). Dr Mahony begins a seven-year term as the first female boss of the country’s busiest maternity hospital.
Next they’ll want the vote, etc.

Let’s have a closer look at Elsie:

Little hat.

Mmf.

(Sasko Lazarov/Photocall Ireland)

RTE Player is marking the station’s 50th anniversary by rooting through the Montrose archive for some hidden, if flawed, gems, including The Women’s Programme, presented by Doireann Ni Bhriain (second pic), Nell McCafferty (3rd pic) and Marian Finucane (above) and produced by Nuala O’Faolain and Claire Duignan (now RTE Radio MD) from the early 1980s.
The selected edition (chosen by a bloke, RTE Guide’s Michael Doherty) – watch here – from Winter 1984 was broadcast within days of the death of Ann Lovett, a 15-year-old girl who died while attempting to giving birth on her own in a grotto in Granard, Co Longford. A cold-eyed withering polemic and a well-aimed knee in the groin to Gay Byrne from Nell, whose name is oddly missing from the closing credits, opens proceedings and things go rapidly downhill after that. And by ‘rapidly’ we do mean 20 minutes of debate about sex education rather than a look at the real reasons why a schoolgirl and her baby son ended up dead. Worth it though to meet the excellently-named and truly frightening Sr Borgia (below). Goodnight sisters, indeed.