Pacifico Silano I Wish I Never Saw the Sunshine

The scopic drive, or scopophilia, is, as defined by the psychoanalyst and psychiatrist Jacques Lacan, the human unconscious desire being triggered by our looking and being looked at. It is inherently sexual – it’s about pleasure, or lust, derived from observing or being observed. The notion has been heavily surveyed in psychoanalysis and reflected throughout […]

Jermaine Francis Something That Seems So Familiar Becomes Distant

The gravity of our current moment lies not only in the event itself, but the image that the event has been spun into; namely a large web of the intolerable. Throughout the past year, the constant pressure of the Covid situation has led to a new depiction of the world in which fear, sickness, and […]

Bas Losekoot Out of Place

Bas Losekoot’s Out of Place is a study of people meandering through urban environments. The locations that Losekoot photographed in the book are cited as Hong Kong, Sao Paolo, Lagos, Mexico City, New York and more. At first glance, the work reminds me of a number of urban image projects of a similar fashion by […]

Carl Bigmore Between Two Mysteries

Manifest destiny is an American concept that has been used to propel the country forward to this day. In the Nineteenth Century, the term was used as a way to justify westward expansion and the legitimacy of both slavery and genocide. If God willed that man travel West spreading word, religion and culture, then how […]

Stephan Keppel Soft Copy Hard Copy

Stephan Keppel’s work appears as enigmatic on the surface. This is the first key to consider when trying to decipher it. Surface is the primary motif for the images within his books. After that, there are many levels to try to unlock. In some senses, it’s the kind of work that I might normally be […]

Jindřich Štreit Village People 1965-1990

Jindřich Štreit is a Czech photographer that I was not much aware of before recently receiving his book Village People 1965-1990 published late last year by Buchkunst Berlin. I was curious about the artist as Buchkunst Berlin has been publishing quite interesting, if at times haunting and punishing books such as the Dieter Keller Eye […]

Andreas Gehrke’s Berlin

“Berlin’s character is not in its facade, but rather its margins”       Berlin’s legacy of the wall and the legacy of the war mark its facade and its imperial history like a pock-marked child whose scars were never allowed to heal due to the constant re-opening of their scabrous surface. Berlin is a […]

Francesca Todde: A Sensitive Education

  “If one day we reduced our bestiary knowledge to flight, I would wake to a world brimming with potential calamity”   It is possible that I have not met the right type of bird. I will admit a deep distrust with their whole phylum. If one day we reduced our bestiary knowledge to flight, […]

Broomberg & Chanarin The Late Estate

“Something about our goodbye will always scratch like an infected nipple under a peasant’s burlap shirt. How else to carry these potatoes?”   I will freely admit that I am questioning to myself whether you are worth more to me dead or alive. Of course, this is mostly due to the uncomfortable feelings of loss […]

J.M. Donat: A Self Portrait of the XXth Century

” I think of these efforts often as “Collecting as Practice” and yet most collectors see it simply as a byproduct of their obsession over that of an artistic pursuit”       I have been studying collectors of vernacular photography whose drives and holdings pose an interesting possibility for some time. Collectors are an […]

Rebecca Norris Webb Night Calls

In memory of a young woman that I never knew. This reflection is dedicated to Carol Jenkins-Davis     I find myself combatively trying to embed myself in the images, memories and families of others. My initial hesitancy in this pursuit comes from acknowledging the failure of such an enterprise. It comes from a point […]

Tomaso Clavarino & Patrizio Anastasi Ballad of Woods and Wounds

“When we drift, we drift in short bursts tethered to the imagined shores of our domestic chains”   When we drift, we drift in short bursts tethered to the imagined shores of our domestic chains. The waves reach knee-deep before the tide allows us frolic or adventure and ever-so-slowly, there is a pull, a resounding […]