Fièvre by Lorenzo Castore is a slight wormhole of a photobook. One starts appreciating it through one side of the vacuum and comes out the other side, thinking through it differently. That is not to suggest that it is not consistent; it is. With Castore, I am accustomed to the romantic nature of his photographs. […]
Were all just passengers here, some of us just feel the need to document our experiences to convey, reflexively back to ourselves, that we were ever really present. We rely on the camera as a means for which to confirm our existence and our incremental movements here under the increasingly hot sun. The camera […]
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 […]