
Michele Tagliaferri: Grass That Came From Nothing
Michelle Tagliaferri’s “Grass” is book of natural gravity and beauty. That is to put it simply.
Michelle Tagliaferri’s “Grass” is book of natural gravity and beauty. That is to put it simply.
“It is thus, my most coveted photography book of the year in its qualification as unspeakable language and the glory of the potentially transcendental image.”
Blown apart by flash and that of night’s embittered black veil, the work makes for uncomfortable viewing and the best part about it, is that it purports to do none of this, but to simply be nocturnal. A slow and grinding glacial push can be heard from the edges of the city-state. People are […]
Jan Hoek’s “Pattaya Sex Bible” is a quizzically interesting and chapterized set of small books, reminiscent of travel brochures or Asian cuisine menus pushed through letterboxes across Europe every day.
This code is what continues the biometric hum of Life… that is to say the small and incremental levels of perceptual awareness that engrain our “long being” from the origins of our human genesis, which are imbibed with a rhythm unaffected by first glances. In the mystical makeup of a dislodged, yet patterned universe, […]
With Silvermine, is your determination to collect this material purely driven by geography? Or do you have a China fetish? Thomas Sauvin occupies a strange place in photography. His output is sincere, his knowledge of classic hiphop is un-fuckwittable, and his publications are highly coveted gems in the photographic book fetish world. That, […]
Axel Hoedt’s “Dusk” is a real enemy of the cross – a concise and metaphoric look at the subjects of the Swiss and Austrian tradition of carnival.
The book by Kominek is nocturnal in every way. Black pages, black endpapers, black outlook, black object, black vision.
“Every dried out mummy-corpse, every dead child, every snarl of these fucking dogs – it’s like they invade my dreams- I can’t get relief either awake or asleep.”
Satanic Panic Part II
‘ATEM’ is to use photographs for what they really are, non-representational epitaphs of moments rendered in silver with little meaning.
Theirs will be a genetic lineage where Eden’s vast land has been bulldozed over for that of another Wal-Mart parking lot where their future generations will congregate to buy house paint while sipping numbness-inducing frozen latte’s from the Starbucks within. By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, June 2015 It, to him, presents a stranglehold […]