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 […]

ASX/VOID Laboratory: Nassima Rothacker’s Crepuscular Memory

“I am reminded of the strange twilight that some of the Pre-Raphaelites used to impose fantasy across their performing muses. This light triggers a response in the viewer that is meant to be neither here, nor there-it is an imposition stuck between differing gravities and concerns ultimately rendering the viewer’s need for explanation nil”.   […]

Benjamin Pfau: Isthmus, A Nocturnal Biopic

  “So, why do you go to Bangkok if you are under 50, able-dicked and not looking to run an anti-biotics course every Monday morning? You float, you drift and you embed yourself in loose associations that prohibit direct and long-term commitment to form, but rather situate the time spent in a separate category that […]

Hausthor & Guilmoth: Sleep Creek, Gauze-Eyed Gothic

  “Listen, the weight of a heavy set foot dragging across the floor boards above unmoored by concern for the splinter in the attic above, the same attic two floor removed from the wet-smelling basement where deer hides are tanned with Borax soap..”   Out here, I see the world through a type of gauze […]

2019: A Short Guide To White People & Their Photography Books

It was the best of years….   Once again it is that time of year where I try to drum up some sort of edit from all of the incredible work the photography book world offers up. This year is difficult as I felt it has been one of the strongest years in recent memory […]

Carl-Mikael Ström’s Montöristen The Birth of Redeemable Language

  “Self-apathy, self-torment, and a penchant for observations oscillating between peaks and troughs of life’s banes and boons-or what my friend Jeffrey Silverthorne once described as “Swedish grain syndrome”.     “The photograph is for nothing”. Truer words are yet to be spoken. Another in a series of Constant Effigies and notorious negations. A child […]

Berangère Fromont: Cloud Connected

“…In a landscape where nothing was recognizable, except the clouds, and in the middle, in a field of forces crossing tensions and destructive explosions, the tiny and fragile human body”-from Illuminations: Essays and Reflections.