Archive for March, 2009
The Girls are Alright (Grants! Shows!)
photo by Suzanne Mejean
Girrrrrrls, you know you love these dudes, but these dudes cannot apply for the grant and show opportunities I am listing here. So get off facebook for a sec and send in your applications; you owe it to your mammaries.
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The Things We Don’t Understand.
Here is a thing that makes my life better: Jen Snow’s Things I Don’t Understand and am Definitely Not Going to Talk About.
It’s a blog about.. well, it’s sort of self-explanatory. I read it every day, and inexplicably, it makes me think about imagery.
mi nombre es Guillermo Michel y tengo 16 años
This is Guillermo Michel Ortega.
Mena Suvari, a Boa Constrictor, and The Photographic Reality Show
I encountered Mena yesterday in the glossy webpages of New York Magazine, and she reminded me that I wanted to talk about reality. Or, rather– reality shows about photography.
Because there is one now, from USA, and one in the works, from Bravo.
New Typology: The Crestfallen Newsroom
A new type of image has popped up and I’m seeing it more than I’d like; the sad newsroom getting some bad news. This one above was in the Times last night.
Sorry, Seattle Post-Intelligencer, sorry, Rocky Mountain News.
I Made a New Picture
Fresh batch of negs back from the lab. I can never tell what’s good until I look again a day later, but I’m hoping this one sticks.
I think I shall tentatively title it Grandma has a heat lamp and I have loafers.
Thoughts?
Jeff Whetstone Went into a Cave.
So
I was at a bar last night and the wall of the bathroom was bare, except for a very politely etched
DFWRIP
On the hand towel dispenser
My faith in humanity was almost restored
Jeff Whetstone knows about graffiti too. His understanding is perhaps even more profound than mine.
Jen Davis, indexhibit, and Hair Brushing.
I was notified of Jen Davis‘ new website a few days ago by Facebook, and I nearly whooped for joy; I have googled “Jen Davis” so many times, but I’ve always had to find her images from a gallery or group show announcement or what have you.
Felix R. Cid Is For. Real.
Felix R. Cid has been confusing me with his pictures for years, but lately the confusion has turned to a pleasant sort of perplexed awe. I first became aware of Cid when he was a student at ICP, shooting fashiony pictures of his always remarkably attractive women friends.
