“I was 28-years-old when I took my first photo, and it felt good.”
Daisuke Yokota’s Subversive Appreciation of Time.
Despite Serra’s insistence on the political neutrality… it’s hard not to read the installation of four towering plates of steel in the virgin desert as a wry observation…
Michael Salerno’s book “Childhood” on Infinity Land Press is a slow behemoth of articulated components of what it means to be a young boy grown older.
I’ll Write Whenever I Can, Koobi Fora, Lake Rudolf, 1965 @ Peter Beard Andy described him as – “one of the most fascinating men in the world …… he’s like a modern Tarzan. He jumps in and out of the snake pit he keeps at his home. He cuts himself and paints with the blood. […]
Excerpt from Popular Photography, August 1995 Q: When did you get the original assignment to photograph the drug scene? A: I made a trip to Detroit for Life in the late 1980’s to research the drug problem. It went badly. I couldn’t get anyone to help me break into the downtown Detroit scene. When I […]
War is a huge, infernal industry, the largest one on this planet. It seems presumptuous for one man to attempt to stand in the way of this machinery. Once war has broken out, everything spirals out of control almost immediately, turning even the armies and the soldiers who fight in it into helpless onlookers, victims of their own […]
Philip-Lorca diCorcia on ‘A Storybook Life’: Circular Narratives, Dream States and Doing What You Like
“I was drawing upon things that I’ve learned and those are not necessarily intellectual things.” Dorian Devens and Philip-Lorca diCorcia, 2003 PLDC: I don’t consider myself to be an intellectual, you know, I think I’ve met enough intellectuals to know what a really smart person is… analytical I might be, but, you know, one […]
Engström looks backwards but forwards too. Tout va bien – Everything is all right.
The content may criticize the media or the state or the history of photography, but I would be disappointed if the work were reducible to any one of those things.
There are almost no humans in Wender’s photos. I almost forget there’s a human behind the camera in a way that would never happen with other road trip photographers.
“Drive, look, and photograph. That was the beauty of it—it didn’t matter where I went.”