Tag Archive - Photography

“It is not down in any map; true places never are.”

The Solitude of Ravens

From “the art of losing love, pt.1” by Stacy Oborn:

masahisa fukase’s best known work was made while reeling from loss of love. after thirteen years of marriage, his wife yoko left him. while on a train returning to his hometown of hokkaido, perhaps feeling unlucky and ominous, fukase got off at stops and began to photograph something which in his culture and in others represents inauspicious feeling: ravens. he became obsessed with them, with their darkness and loneliness. his photographs capture them midflight; crouched in trees at dusk with glowing eyes; and singularly and spectacularly depressingly dead, in cold deep snow. in the forward to the book published of this work, akira hasegawa writes, “masahisa fukase’s work can be deemed to have reached its supreme height; it can also be said to have fallen to its greatest depth. the solitude revealed in this collection of images is sometimes so painful that we want to avert our eyes from it.

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Pulp Art Book

From the Publishers:

“Neil Krug’s stylized photos of his girlfriend [now wife], the model Joni Harbeck, were taken with Polaroid film years past its sell-by date. They have the kind of grainy, sun-scorched feel of a Sergio Leone spaghetti western. And ever since the couple began posting the photos on Flickr early this year, they’ve drawn a blaze of attention.” – The New York Times. Continue Reading…

Tokyo Nobody

dreams, in the moment of their passing

From Jong Kim’s Flickr stream. I love everything about this: the image, the poem, but even more so, the wonderful detail of the process: Continue Reading…

a photography that is ‘unfinished’

Photography portfolio of Paolo Pellegrin
“I’m more interested in a photography that is ‘unfinished’ – a photography that is suggestive and can trigger a conversation or dialogue. There are pictures that are closed, finished, to which there is no way in.”

—Paolo Pellegrin

Hive Photos

“We worked together like bees — each doing our little bit, apart from the others, but producing something greater and, ultimately, understood by none of us individually”

(via @GreatDismal)

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