If you are the type of person that wants to look quickly for connections or a parallel in style or “feel”, Winogrand is right there, ready to be compared to, the weight of the photographs not at all far apart. By Paul Loomis, January, 2013 This “America” that we know in our gut […]
These are people who have arrived with ambitions, but are hampered by political conflict, by language, by finances and by time and distance; as well as alienated as a result of their efforts. By Paul Loomis, September, 2012 J Carrier’s new book Elementary Calculus is a collection of 74 luminous photographs shot in Tel […]
By Paul Loomis, for ASX, August 2012 The photographs in “Photo Express: Tokyo” (Steidl, 2012) were taken in Tokyo within a single year by Keizo Kitajima, and looking at them is like leafing through his intricate memories. They are complex and celebratory, hopeless and certain and full of people with signatures of fate on […]
By Johan Croneman I catch myself leaning into Martina Hoogland Ivanow’s pictures. True, my eyesight isn’t good, but that’s not the reason. I press my ear to them because I expect to hear something. It’s been a long time I saw images that were so quiet. They’re so completely embedded. If they were to speak, you’d […]
For Avedon’s program is supraindividual. He wants to portray the whole American West as a blighted culture that spews out casualties by the bucket: misfits, drifters, degenerates, crackups, and prisoners-entrapped, either literally or by debasing work. Richard Avedon’s “In the American West” By Max Kozloff “Sometimes I think all my pictures are just pictures of […]
David Hockney smoking, Bridlington, 2008 If one is properly exposed to it and assuming that one has an “eye” for these things, Juergen Teller’s “aesthetic” becomes very recognizable. Not quite so much as to harm the effectiveness but much. Yes, in his case, this is a good thing. If pressed for a brief description, one […]
The graveyard shift is no doubt a motherfucker. By Doug Rickard, ASX, June 2010 The graveyard shift is no doubt a motherfucker. You try to force your body and its natural clock over to an artificial one but it never really adjusts so you just live in a weird sort of phantom world […]
By Doug Rickard, ASX, April 2010 As the summer night falls and the crickets chirp, the sky slightly aglow from the street lamps, the stillness comes. And the stillness of the summer dark lays over the land like a warm blanket surrounding a child and it becomes a paradox. The blanket gives the impression of […]