Assignment: Photograph A Smell!

When they tell ya photography can't change nothin'- let 'em know it's the only medium that can photograph a smell...

Steer Clear?

You can bet if I hit this bastard upside the head a few times, I'd definitely be up on charges, right quick! Apparently though, no problem if he wants to assault me with a multi-ton vehicle. Good comment thread...

You observe a lot by watching...

Blake Andrews reminded me of this Yogi-ism recently upon looking at one helluva photo...

Journey Of Consciousness- Bruce Davidson

Wow! A three volume, 800 photograph collection from Steidl- all the old faves, some never published... and work from his most recent urban landscape projects on LA and Paris. If you don't have any of Maestro Davidson's previous work, Journey of Consciousness is one helluva way to catch up.

BTW, maestro in Spanish means teacher, and this is one Puerto Rican who to this day feels honored to have had some small segment of his people documented by Davidson in E100st. Everyone of his photographs comes with a free workshop, not only in how to see and photograph, but how to treat the subject matter, whatever it may be, with the dignity and respect it deserves.

Avatar And Beyond

Got this interesting email today referring me to a post on, of all things, the movie Avatar- a movie I'd already sworn not to see for numerous reasons. Specifically, it highlights the racial baggage this movie and others of its genre incorporate. repackage and disseminate. Interesting reading...

Personally, I find the current Hollywood extrvaganza The Blind Side, which has Sandra Bullock serving as iconic surrogate mother and savior of the black race, infinitely more offensive. Mario Van Peebles once related that when he was pitching his idea for a movie on The Black Panthers, one of the Hollywood execs suggested a scenario in which the down on their luck Panthers were sheltered and reinvigorated by one very forward thinking (white) teacher. Yes, you can make it up- especially when it comes to history...

This in itself is, of course, fodder for extended writng, debate and discussion- alas it's Saturday, and I'm off to work. Yes, work... on a Saturday.

Hiring @ VII- The Gary Knight Blues

Enough has certainly been made of the now infamous James Nachtwey Want Ad. Personally, I took a more hands on approach back in my very abbreviated non career as an assistant when someone refused to pay up.

But the job specs that really got my attention this year was Gary Knight's requirement for integrating VII. First, he went through some rather intense soul searching to elucidate just how diverse the multiverse of photographers at VII already were in every possible, conceivable way- except when it comes to... uhh... race. Therefore, he reasoned the only way to truly integrate VII's line up in a righteous manner would be to incorporate a non-white from some non-Westernized country. That's right, all you ghetto, slum and favela dwellers shunned by lighter skinned society need not apply- you all tainted, so don't you be wasting ol' Gary's time. Only a pure and noble savage specimen can let loose the Third World, One World, feel good vibes at VII. So if you show up portfolio in hand at VII's front door, make sure you do so in indigenous, native garb- something practical, fairly conservative, but, ya know, "colorful" all the same. Ethnic, that's it! And a pleasingly lyrical (albeit slight and not too difficult to understand) accent would also help cheer up the place.

When we finally got the discussion on racism started last June, I expected the haters, the indifferent, and those simply without clue- that's a given. What still takes me for the royal loop are those who really should know better, those who are supposedly "enlightened," who come out with a statement that reeks of the most rampant neocolonialism imaginable! Do we take him at his word- that he wants a real show piece, something so exotic no one will ever question just how broad minded they truly are? Hell, they could even send it out on tour if they ever get tired of displaying it in office!

Or is he just slick and media savvy enough to cleverly divert attention and confuse concurrent issues? How's that coming along, Gary?

The Bamako Photography Festival Blog

Haven't had the time to read any of this, but since it was sent to me by John Edwin Mason- until I do, I'll take him at his word that it's brilliant, funny and infuriating...

Into Every Life...

If not for the passing of a very good friend, this would have been a very good year indeed- from a purely selfish point of view. Copublished an online magazine, helped initiate a much needed conversation on race and photography, and even managed to take a few memorable keepers for good measure.

Also made a point of posting daily at Reciprocity Failure, and pretty much succeeded (though I don't know how much longer that can continue). I hope to Blurb my first book this summer, so am currently in the process of editing around forty 35mm silver neg scans- no fun feat. I've got a dozen in the tank thus far, and although familiar with the trials and tribulations of Blurb quality, what "reasonably priced" alternative is there? Truth is, I've seen plenty of monographs by name photographers where the quality was considerably less than exemplary...

And while I'm definitely looking forward to participating in the interblog web Symposium on Race & Photography come this Spring, as well as contributing a few posts for Bag News Notes- the thing I treasured most this year was being privileged to make friends and/or correspond with the likes of: Benjamin Chesterton of Duckrabbit, Mark Page of Manchester Photography, Peter Brook of Prison Photography, Jim Johnson of Politics, Theory and Photography, Mike Johnston of TOP, and Michael Shaw of Bag News Notes, in addition to quite a few photographers ("virtual" though they may be, it's definitely preferable to operating in a virtual vacuum). And certainly don't mean to name drop here- these are all busy people who simply made the time to treat a stranger on equal terms. Of course, there are always those who simply choose to look down on one for whatever reason, always have been (met plenty in NYC), always will- but we're gonna keep this upful and bright, there's enough serious shit to go round the planet.

So I'm hoping everyone a good holiday season as we get through the godawful, prerequisite, commercial blight, and remember those forgotten and those in true need- and, as ever, thanks for dropping by!

Good Night, James...

Sulaiman Ellison- African Mosaics

Photo: Sulaiman Ellison

In interest of full disclosure, Sulaiman and I go back to my NYC roots when we'd bump into eachother on various street corners, and console eachother on how close we came to this or just missed out on that, and how humbled we were by that show or the other. Mutually addicted to seeing great images, while striving to create a few of our own. Enclosed is some of his earlier B&W work, African Mosaics, which caught my attention then- and still do to this day... (scans from prints).

 

 

Physical Graffiti

Serge Gainsbourg - animation des graffitis sur 5 ans du mur rue de Verneuil from Arnaud Jourdain on Vimeo.

The 2009 Bamako African Photography Biennial

Photo: Arwa Abouon

Thanks to John Edwin Mason and Peter Brook for turning me on to The 2009 Bamako African Photography Biennial showcased on Qiana Mestrich's Dodge & Burn blog. I've never seen, heard or read anything about this biennial anywhere at anytime (although it should be noted that I did find some mention at PDN, although as a nonsubscriber I can't access it). Except for Fazal Sheikh and Jodi Beiber, I was unfamiliar with the photographers listed (who represent a variety of disciplines and approaches), so it was great going through and coming up with some finds- particularly Yo-Yo Gonthier's Overseas Monuments, Memories of Colonialism...

Two for Christmas...

Photo: Vanessa Winship

Two books I'm hoping Santa will throw my way. One is Sweet Nothings by photographer Vanessa Winship, who you're probably already familiar with. Finally saw it the other day, and while already a great fan of her work, I also loved the relatively small size of her book.

The other is Protest Photographs by Chauncey Hare, a name which may only be familiar to those who harken back to the '70s, since his work is not readily available online and apparently hasn't photographed in quite some time. And while Hare's photos may echo Walker Evans, the former's work also seemed to foreshadow much of what was in turn to follow. Hare however, was certainly not the elitist Evans was (Robert Frank's assessment, not mine)- sadly, they don't make many human beings the likes of a Chauncey Hare, in any decade...

The reproductions in Protest Photographs are supposedly top notch; more on Mr. Hare at Exposure Project and 5b4.

"We have three bodies and no explanation..."

"Do you think it's physically possible for a prisoner to have committed suicide the way the military report describes -- binding his own hands and feet, stuffing cloth down his throat, and hanging himself from the metal mesh of a cell?"

Hhhmmm...

The Last Decent American?

What happens when an American does the right thing? They get sent to the crapper- what else?

Contaminated!

Tis The Season...

Much as I try to ignore it, it's that godforsaken time of the season again. Now I got nothing against Christmas mind ya, and would actually kinda enjoy it, if it wasn't pushed on us earlier and earlier each and every damn year (actually saw some decorations going up in October before Halloween here in "don't call it Frisco"). But as we actually grow closer (ie- the month of December) things like Sketchy Santa really help set the mood.

And as good as that essay is, it still cant hold a candle to this Science Fair essay in quality or quantity. It would be interesting to have someone do a "serious" essay on this subject- but they better bring their A game, cause these snaps are sure damn hard to beat!

The Messenger

One very powerful little movie that reveals itself slowly, methodically, like peeling the proverbial onion. And without lecture or ideology, shows us the devestating emotional after effects of war from two very weary members of the Army’s Casualty Notification service.

Aint Greed Grand!

Photo: Alex Masi

Twenty-five years later and the survivors of Bhopal continue to suffer, their next generation is born disabled and those remaining are left to drink poisoned water. Meanwhile, the retired president of Union Carbide who presided over this chemical catastophe lives comfortably in the Hamptons- and I don't think brown people of any nationality are foremost on his mind. Afterall, their settlement of one thousand dollars per individual should cover a lifetime's worth of debilitating misery and suffering- and that of their children, and...

Alex Welsh- Hunters Point

One begins to understand that which is foreign by committing the time and effort necessary to explore and interact with that "foreignness" in a personal and intimate matter. It's called stating the obvious, something our elders, the supposedly more learned of our population, should be readily familiar with. And yet, so many content themselves with following the bloviating pontifications of those who profess the knowledge and wisdom accrued from their own limitations, misconceptions and self serving prejudices conveniently gathered from the obscuring comfort of distance.

Hunters Point is a polluted, post industrial neighborhood tucked away in one of the farthest reaches of San Francisco. Isolated, and partially situated on a hillside, it reminds one of nothing less than a favela in Rio or Sao Paulo. You don't elect to go there, unless you live there; local media avoid it at all cost. Alex Welsh is a young, budding photojournalist who took the time, made the effort, and yes, assumed the risk to acquaint himself with a community shunned and ignored by the famous city on the bay, and in the process emerged with several worthy insights into its everyday life and residents- as well as a remarkable set of images...  (via DVA Photo)

The Perfect Christmas Gift?

Talk about the ultimate Holiday Gift that everyone can afford! You don't have to buy anything, don't even have to go knocking on doors or picking up phones.  A simple email will suffice, a simple email that will tell these people that they exist, they matter, and are not just the forgotten victims of some nameless, useless, godforsaken war.  How can any of us deny such a simple gesture of our own humanity?
And pass it on...

(Another righteous Benjamin Chesterton production)

An Open Letter...

"With just one speech... you will turn a multitude of young people who were the backbone of your campaign into disillusioned cynics. You will teach them what they've always heard is true — that all politicians are alike. I simply can't believe you're about to do what they say you are going to do. Please say it isn't so." – Michael Moore

But it is...