Thoughts on Manuel Álvarez Bravo’s Color Work

  “Sunlight arms color photographs with daisies and when it refutes initiation, it instead lends pestilence to limbs that once lovingly embraced the nectar of its floral inhabitants”   Color is a very sensitive pursuit. It curries favor with no artist. It has an understanding about it that exceeds what appears outright as a seasonal […]

Piotr Zbierski: Echoes Shades The Ethnography of Shadows

“Are classifications necessary? What are there limits? Who can photograph who and what? “   I am always curious by what we consider the exotic in photographs. I often find myself thinking of the vestigial media forms of the past- all the inconsistencies, problematic discourses, and general selling of anything “other” in photographs, magazines and […]

Stephen Shore: Transparencies VS. American Surfaces 2020

  “The Transparencies book published by MACK is also significant in its design, the essay within and sequence of the work, which is chapterized by annual progressions through the 70’s American dream in banal (good word, word of goodness) detail”     It is not often that a re-examination of the periphery of a significant […]

Gordon Parks: The Atmosphere of Crime, 1957/2020

  “It would be easy for me to say that this book is published at the right moment and that it correlates a simple reminder about the inhuman conditions of the past…”   It is June 9th, 2020 and as I sit here penning this “review” of Gordon Parks perhaps sadly non-anachronistic and oddly prescient […]

Tatum Shaw’s PLUSGOOD! Color Corrected

“All are slightly queasy in appearance, the Technicolor saturation making the images unbelievable to some extent, which adds to the delirium of her dream state”.     High-intensity color saturation in a photograph creates something of a parallel universe in which things can feel positively uncanny. I would suggest that in terms of historical notation […]

Thomas Sauvin: In Opposition, The Mirror Lies

  We confuse ourselves with our recognition of our portrait in a mirror. The hand that brushes away the hairs from the forehead, the sweet sticky perspiration that pins the lock to the crown is read in reverse and yet, this reversal is apathetic to the self that it stares back at. The eyes glare […]

Helga Paris: Leipzig Hauptbanhof 1981/82

“I exhibit a strange tendency in airports to curse, eyeball other people with malice and regard the general process of shuttling and hefting my mass through antiseptic tunnels and bizarre space age flat Jetson walklavators with contempt…”   A commonality between train stations and photography is the architecture of waiting. Waiting can be read in […]

Daisuke Morishita:A Raking Trilogy of Indexical Shadows

  “Many photographers will know that moment when they cross the path of the sun beaming down from a fifth story window-some will not even see it, they will feel the change of luminescence on their cheek, their hair will feel warmer as they pace”     The is a debilitating moment for many photographers […]

Maria Lax: The Phenomenon of Fire, Regardless Its Truth

“In the case of phenomenon, we often commodify our intentions and collude over a recognized minority of experience based on the slight repetition of the materialization of unnatural form”   There is a common element that divides the paper-thin system of belief between what we consider phenomenon and what we consider truth. This is the […]

Understanding Guido Guidi: In Veneto and Lunario

    “Perhaps it’s that what I think I know about photography is really a simple cancer in which I pretend to understand what it offers by the speed in which I believe its delivery system acts as a conduit for its understanding. Perhaps, I want things to slow down as I get older and […]

António Júlio Duarte: Against the Blackest of Days

  “There is noise, distortion, grain and the magnetic tape in my mind completely fails in parts to distribute any information at all. The images are dark, stained by the passing of time and the incredulous weight of dry heat. Throughout the song “Blackened” by Metallica plays over and over…”   When I look at […]

Gareth McConnell: The Dream Meadow

“Though I do not believe Gareth’s aims as overly facilitating the need for politics, I cannot help but feel the naked bodies found in the work, their arms outstretched towards something greater are indicative of an aversion to the concrete matters just outside the door of wherever the Dream Meadow itself had been manufactured”.   […]