this is an image of my old intersection in bed stuy. i walked passed it the other week, someone is building (yet) another condo on the block nxt to the pretty old building i often wished i lived in. well it's all the shame to me.
photography & new york. i'm attempting to sew together a theory of their relationship. let's take some notes, shall we?
i move past hundreds if not thousands of cameras a day - those seen & those hidden. the city as a landscape. the city as a spectacle. the city as the internet. the city as all the photographs of the city while still in the city. the city as a bar. the ongoing event, the ongoing missed moment. the ongoing shutter snap. billboards. public art. comodifiable art. the fashion world. the blog scene. the city as the offices & spaces not seen. the romance of poverty. jacob riis. diane arbus. the city as the ultimate climate for the other. exoticising just about anything except the middle class & midtown (after hours). new jersey? the light in the subways, the shadows of the buildings. the views: from brooklyn, from the bridges, from nj, from skyscrapers, from yr bedroom window. the familiar & the foreign all together all at once...
more importantly: the psychic space of the color darkroom on a slow day.
