Jules Spinatsch: Semiautomaticphotography

“Economically speaking, the transactions and values associated with perhaps what we may call “surrogate images” will inform society without society’s intervention into the process”.     The process by which images manifest their own destiny, exchange their own value within the larger network of artificial intelligence and non-human computation is in retrospect, going to be […]

Lena C. Emery: Yuka & The Indeterminate Forest

“When I consider Japanese forests, I am always distracted by Aokigahara and in doing so, I have to place our protagonist there amongst the Durkheimian realities that it ensues”.     It somehow seems pertinent to have left this title too long to review having been caught in the deluge of books landing on my […]

Anush Hamzehian & Vittorio Mortarotti: Most Were Silent

“It is to accept that an image, though agreed as unable to achieve absolute status has many interpretive layers and one of these is the age of the viewer and his or her relation to the subject matter within the frame(s) conditioned by history, time and nostalgia…”

Aaron McElroy: One of These RED Days

“You felt perhaps as though you could finally move that leaden ass sack of yours through the last ten feet of ticker tape parade to come out the other side in a low-tar lifestyle and you did just that”.

Aaron Schuman: Slant Interview

“Reading through them, I realised that the best ones seemed to create a kind of mental-image in my mind’s eye – which due to the tone of the text often took the form of a very deadpan, monotone, and even monochrome photograph of a little scene in small-town America; I was imagining a very straightforward picture made by Walker Evans or Lee Friedlander or Diane Arbus or others, of four dogs sitting on top of a car, or a guy standing next to a tree in the middle of the afternoon with bloody knuckles…”

Alec Soth: A Furious Honesty

“I know How Furiously Your Heart is Beating is not Alec Soth’s most important body of work and perhaps for no reason other than the glory of the new will my words be seen as critically negative”.

Joseph Charroy: Fata Morgana Mud

Flies dancing in the light hovering above his eye, occasionally dropping to his occulus to suck at the seam of his eyelid; some sweet nectar from his unproven young tear duct. The tram screeches to a halt, its connecting magnetic antennae cascading sparks across the front of the train. The driver yelling inanities and expletives […]