“The ability to disseminate information via photographic images, no matter their actual content, will to representation, or state of factual existence has provided us with what we are currently experiencing in contemporary times as media language and the post-truth image”.
“As photographers, we are often split into encampments of a means of production that qualify what “happens” in front of our lens and what we “design” in front of our lens-it is not so different with how we manage our lives”.
“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…”
“…What is also interesting is that the book allows us to comprehend the ideological point of view of its author, something that is not detectable in the image itself”.
“A friend familiar with what I do suggested I have a look at Bachelor & Spinsters Balls – rural gatherings originally designed to overcome distance and loneliness in the bush.”
“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”.
“…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.
These event headlines are embedded in this single image, now symbolic of defiance against the brute force of state power. It is both the beginning and the end – the beginning the event evokes and an end that stops at the image and caption. The news image of global importance is the both the beginning […]
Estelle Hanania is what I would consider a sort of phenomenological anthropological photographer. When I say this, I mean to consider her an anthropologist with a camera interested in regarding a marginal culture shifts rather than a quotidian and beleaguered photographer attempting to secure an interesting topic. Do we always disappear? Does custom evade […]
“These dreams were a product of the IV missing the vein repeatedly and causing a beautiful shade of crimson, blues, fading to yellow just under the parchment-like encasement”. There would always be consequences to these observations. The longer days when their skin dried out and flaked off to the pavement before being carried away by […]
I can imagine what it is to wake up in a city like Dresden the morning after being carpet bombed by Allied forces in 1945…
Thatcher was out, the false promises of Blair’s lying and callous maw was in. The 80’s and 90’s were different.