Daisuke Yokota’s Subversive Appreciation of Time.
Noémie Goudal’s magical realism and our language of decay.
“It is about expressing an idea freely. As soon as you say you’re a photographer, you’re immediately blocking yourself inside a medium or a technology. “
“We live in an era where artists constantly have to self censor. In my experience more often to pander to a disingenuous idea of political correctness than to conservatism.”
For the authors Feuerhelm and Salu, theirs’ is an act of frustration at our willingness to sit back and be spoon-fed bullshit while behind us a cartoon mouse holds a gun to our head. By Poppy Coles, June 2015 This book reads as an unrelenting portrait of “the enemy” today. Using the historic […]
Mike Brown @ Catherine Anyango “One may say that the Negro in America does not really exist, except in the darkness of our minds.” James Baldwin – Notes from a Native Son By Michael Salu, ASX, February 2015 It is THAT dark. You know, the dark that exists under your fingernails that you idly […]
@ Penelope Umbrico We continue on blithely with our own economic flagellation. By Michael Salu, ASX, December 2014 Earlier this year during a trip to Moscow, I neglected to switch off the data roaming on my smartphone. As you might expect, wandering environs beyond the remit of our communication overlords, I ran up […]
It was the best of years…. Once again it is that time of year where I try to drum up some sort of edit from all of the incredible work the photography book world offers up. This year is difficult as I felt it has been one of the strongest years in recent memory […]
“A good number of the images allegedly had annotations written on the images such as “not interested in pictures”, “Deceased”, and “Looks better from the ground” written on them”
Essay excerpt from Departure: Enough seen. The vision was encountered under all skies. Enough had. Noises of cities, in the evening, and in the sun- shine, and always. Enough known. The pauses of life – O Sounds and Visions! Departure into new affection and new noise! Arthur Rimbaud – Les Illuminations. My journeys have […]