Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
last things last
A patch of red-orange iodine
moves into a clotted sky
Don't give in just yet
A group in service uniforms
stand outside a wooden door
she's laughing, "it's over...
time has been strange, oh..."
last things last is not enough,
you can't accept this
Don't give in just yet
I hope that last things last
past these first charms
these pale charms
I hope that last things last
a hook or a flake
to hold on so you don't break
rachel's last things last
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
the space between us
“I'm driving down the street when someone catches my eye. I turn the van around and pass by for another look. I pull over and park. Leaving the camera in the van. I approach. Always feeling a little bit like a traveling sales man. I ask ‘May I take your picture?’
‘Why me?’ They invariably ask.
If only I had a good answer, I'll say they are ‘interesting’ or ‘unique’, but that doesn't really explain anything. My attraction is as simple as complicated as sexual attraction. I'm not sure such things can be explained.
‘Just wait by those trees.’ I say, while I go to my van and gather my equipment. I returned and set up the camera. The subject waits. I put my head under the dark cloth and focus on the eyelashes. The subject waits. I move the camera two feet to the left. The subject waits. Five minutes have passed and I still haven't take a picture.
But this is the picture. The subject is in their space and I am in mine.
It is remarkable how little a photographic portrait reveals about the subject. You see their eyelashes but don't know their dreams. You see the trees but don't know their world. When I take a picture of a person, I'm not so much capturing that person as much as I am the space between us.”
— Alec Soth
‘Why me?’ They invariably ask.
If only I had a good answer, I'll say they are ‘interesting’ or ‘unique’, but that doesn't really explain anything. My attraction is as simple as complicated as sexual attraction. I'm not sure such things can be explained.
‘Just wait by those trees.’ I say, while I go to my van and gather my equipment. I returned and set up the camera. The subject waits. I put my head under the dark cloth and focus on the eyelashes. The subject waits. I move the camera two feet to the left. The subject waits. Five minutes have passed and I still haven't take a picture.
But this is the picture. The subject is in their space and I am in mine.
It is remarkable how little a photographic portrait reveals about the subject. You see their eyelashes but don't know their dreams. You see the trees but don't know their world. When I take a picture of a person, I'm not so much capturing that person as much as I am the space between us.”
— Alec Soth
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
richard misrach
richard misrach on the beach
http://www.themorningnews.org/archives/galleries/on_the_beach/02otb.php
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