Showing posts with label Polariods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Polariods. Show all posts

Sunday, 2 December 2012

Semiotics Of Photography: N

N is for Nostalgia


Nostalgic spectacle:
A rosy hue.
Try turning back;
Horizon is blue.

Black and blue.

Always the longing
Wanting belonging.

But taken unforgiving,
To a place I had to go.

Damn, no

A gambler, performer
With an eye for a show.


Thursday, 26 April 2012

The Waiting Pool

'I kept coming back to this route for respite from my work and for my work too, because thinking is generally thought of as doing nothing in a production-orientated culture, and doing nothing is hard to do. It's best done by disguising it as doing something, and the something closest to doing nothing is walking.'
(R. Solnit, 2002, Wanderlust: A History of Walking, London: Verso, 5)

If walking is the closest one comes to doing nothing, then swimming is the physical equivalent of waiting. Dive in, hold your breath as you move silently across the bottom of the pool and, when the waiting time is over, remember to re-surface.







Friday, 20 April 2012

From The Series: 'Some Very Short Photo-Essays'



The American Road-Trip

(Or, Don't Wait For The Hearse To Take You To Church, with thanks to Robert Frank, Ed Ruscha, Stephen Shore, Michael Omerod and Mitch Epstein)















And, for D, born 20.04.64