It does enable the subject to form kinship with the camera through their own curiosity of the strange apparatus. Its less threatning the older the machine. Something about the fantasy of history making people feel more comfortable about you portraying their lives?
In any case, it slows me down, good thing.
These images are highly influenced by that comfortable middle ground between fine art and documentary. Fine art documentary and cold Michigan go together like creme brule and the intense romance of astounding is more desirable than the sustainable even keel of publishable but nothing new. I'm not sure if I am capable of either. So the work lands somewhere in the middle. Interior meets exterior. Walker Evans meets Baudelaire.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
I had five cavaties filled
And photographed the whole time. The dentist, Dr. Alper was very accepting of the camera (and the flash) during his anesthetizing and drilling. I just held the wide angle above my head and shot blindly. I think I made him fuck up though, cause one of my teeth really hurts.
Monday, October 3, 2011
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