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 […]

Jörg Colberg Vaterland As Then, Now

“It has learned that outward and visceral signs of its existence only lead to its questioning of intent early on; its oft-espoused will thus deposed to the memory of collective trauma…”   Ideology is not always easy to see. We read it through the symbolic order of insignia and perhaps we are able to cull […]

Vasantha Yogananthan’s Afterlife

  “And then we begin to dig and dig and dig”   Duration is a difficult thing to avoid in photography. You can begin a project without fully realizing how grand its scope can become. You being thinking that you have managed to capture something on an outing only to be confronted with its incessant […]

Isabel Wenzel Counting Till Ten Precarious Rituals

“The act of ritual implies transcendence through repetition”     I am curious as to where the intersection of our digitally performed lives meet the physical form that we inhabit. I am also interested in how our physical selves occupy a space in a frame. I would go as far as to say that I […]

Koji Kitagawa: Mapping the Technical in Dreams

Do robots dream of Black Phillip? Do artists dream in data? Does a spectre haunt the algorithm?     In a world in which we are reduced to bytes, blips, glitch and transmission, we begin to consider where the mapping of our reality in images begins. Our photographic lives are now dominated by the urgency […]

Massimo Leardini’s Elv: Limbs Both Human and Other

  “Her one arm is half-raised above the parapet of the water’s edge all soft and white-gone from the limb its rose pigment associated with the flourish of life”   Her one arm is half-raised above the parapet of the water’s edge all soft and white-gone from the limb its rose pigment associated with the […]