I heard about Ron Haviv‘s The Lost Rolls in episode 3.3 of On taking Pictures, which I only started listening to very recently, and which, along with the LPV Show, I’m afraid will be the end of my moratorium on book buying…
Be strong, James!
Continue reading “Ron Haviv – ‘The Lost Rolls’”I haven’t shot much the past couple of weeks, not since I played around with the plastic bags, but I had a half hour or so one Sunday morning and took the opportunity to play around with the C.L.A.M. and see if I was on the right track. Continue reading “First date with the C.L.A.M.”
After Now Here Then, with its obliterated pictures of eye-widening color, I had to see some more, and sought out a copy of Huger Foote’s 2000 monograph My Friend From Memphis, and I’m so glad I did.
Continue reading “Huger Foote – My Friend from Memphis”From its colophon, “American Chordata seeks to publish and promote short works of exceptional fiction, nonfiction, and poetry, as well as art and photography.” And from my brief experience with it, that’s pretty much what I found…
Continue reading “unboxing American Chordata #2”This one really is a black plastic bag, sorta… It looks black out in the world, anyway, but the plastic is so thin that it goes clear very quickly.
It’s another thing I pocketed from the office… don’t tell anyone. Continue reading “The Black Bag”
It’s actually not a bag in the traditional sense, but one of the wrappers of a big stack of styrofoam cups that I pocketed from the office.
Don’t tell anyone.
And it’s actually the second night with the C.L.A.M., but that doesn’t really matter. No matter what night, no matter what light, I’ve had fun with the C.L.A.M. and that’s what matters. Continue reading “The Clear Bag”
A couple of weeks ago, I ran across some paintings and photographs by Marilyn Minter. I remember seeing her photographs of Pamela Anderson in Parkett back in 2007, long before I was interested in photography at all, and coming across her work now—particularly ones where there’s a sheet of wet and/or broken glass between the viewer and the subject, or where the dripping glass is the subject and some human part-object dissolves to form a splash of color and recognizable form in the background—made me want to build something and start shooting in the studio again.
So I did… Continue reading “A New Toy”
