everything must come to an end.
no more semicolon, ellipsis or whatsoever, just a full stop.
bye, pool.
8/18/10
8/16/10
A sheet of contacts, 36 exposures, six strips of photographs, taken one after the other. You read them from left to right like a text. It’s the diary of a photographer. You see what he sees through the viewfinder: his hesitations, his hits, his...

A sheet of contacts, 36 exposures, six strips of photographs, taken one after the other. You read them from left to right like a text. It’s the diary of a photographer. You see what he sees through the viewfinder: his hesitations, his hits, his misses, his choices. He choses one moment, one angle, another moment, another angle.

He insists, he stops.

You rarely see the contacts of a photographer. You only see the picture chosen. You don’t see the before or the after, like you do on a proof sheet.

A picture is taken at 125th of a second. What do you know of a photographer’s work? One hundred pictures? Let’s say 125. Well, that’s a body of work. That comes to a total of one second. Let’s say more, like 250 photographs. That would be a rather large body of work. And that would come out to two seconds.

The life of a photographer, even of a great photographer, they say: Two Seconds.

Ok.. contacts. You see the before and the after. Why one picture is taken rather than the other. And then why one is chosen rather than another. 

8/12/10

It is difficult to determine in advance the magnitude of any human being’s energy, potential or kinetic. We can know the quantity of energy it takes to walk a given distance, but what is the energy of a person who assassinates a world leader? Do we measure it by cause or effect? Or the person who invents a new technology? Or the person who designs a housing project? Or the person who devotes themselves to helping the poor? The energy of such persons’ thoughts and actions cannot be measured quantitatively or qualitatively by applying any known formula

lebbeus woods.

8/12/10
Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!
alex deLarge.
8/11/10