I admire the falling stars, flung faceless through the septic black by an invisible hand & dropped like pennies into the sky above dumb & overcome cities. For a moment I’ll want to reach up & swing them back around… maybe tag a note: This is fun. How’s the weather? But instead they explode & I go home in bland clothes & grow older.
Some nights I sleep so deeply I cease to exist. My belongings, as well, unravel. Picture the ocean poured endlessly over the ocean, et cetera. Then erased. Still the morning comes & I’m there, half awake & holding my coffee in the doorway.”
If the web is a world, Tumblr’s my favourite city. Simples. It’s amazing - the people you “meet” just walking the street some days.
(via Nine Days Off)
"I think one of the important things about photography is to preserve memory of what was, even beyond…"
I’m still in “Ritual and Tradition” headspace - the theme for a major body of work that I’m scoping. (Positive responses to proposal! Go me!) The full text that I’ve taken this quote from has a slightly different focus, but this extract really resonates with my current thinking…
"New Society was visually arresting. In its writing and its photography it consciously followed in the…" http://tumblr.com/xiyf6m2db
"New Society was visually arresting. In its writing and its photography it consciously followed in…"
I managed to catch this exhibition at the V&A at the weekend, and I’m glad I made the time. I have a feeling that I’d be a loyal subscriber of New Society if it existed today (probably even more likely if it existed as an iPad app).
“When the magazine finally died (absorbed into the New Statesman) it was in part the victim of its own success: newspapers now have social policy features (and the social work ads); mass culture gets arts page space. But New Society was also the victim of the 1980s corruption of public debate about both society and the arts: its belief in sociology as a kind of reasoned sympathy was mocked both by the new political orthodoxies of the market and by the new cultural populism of the press.”
(via Times Higher Education)
"The screen mimics the sky, not the earth. It bombards the eye with light instead of waiting to repay the…" http://tumblr.com/xiyf3nq3l
"The screen mimics the sky, not the earth. It bombards the eye with light instead of waiting to repay…"
- Robert Bringhurst, from The Elements of Typographic Style (via viafrank)
150 actionable email items down to 17, in a straight 4 hour sitting. Dear To Do list, can I go write some poems now? Pretty please?
"I am comfortable with the idea of being a photographer, just being a photographer. I don’t want to be an…" http://tumblr.com/xiyf0nfh2
"I am comfortable with the idea of being a photographer, just being a photographer. I don’t want to…"
"TLRs have a lot of soul to them; they’re ugly, cantankerous little lightboxes. People always kind of…" http://tumblr.com/xiyextwsf
"TLRs have a lot of soul to them; they’re ugly, cantankerous little lightboxes. People always kind of…"
I picked up a Yashica 124G last Christmas after an unhealthy amount of research (aka fawning/obsessing over vintage TLRs) - but nothing I read prepared me for the responses I received to the camera on the street. On the one hand, there’s none of the “response to threat” reaction that you sometimes get when you hoist an SLR to eye level and point it in someone’s direction. On the other hand, there’s a degree of fascination that’s somewhat surprising. To be fair, unless you’re a camera geek in this digital age, TLRs just don’t look like cameras. To the average person in the street, a camera either looks like a point-and-shoot or an SLR. Period. The twin-lensed box they see me with obviously has something to do with the work of capturing images, but it might as well be steam-punk from an alternate reality to most. Just another reminder that, while our realities may overlap, we live in different worlds.
One of the more memorable questions I’ve been asked: “how many megapixels does it have?”
Metric mail; because I really don’t check web stats as often as I should… (via One Thing Well) http://bit.ly/clhug3
Understanding starts somewhere… Southbank Favela.