First lines of Murakami's 1Q84
An organic artwork.
Parking lot at storm’s end
This guy is on Tumblr now - excellent!
Season: 1989. Age: 12. Height: 4ft. 11in. Weight: 80lbs. Glasses: Taped.
Grigori Rasputin: He’s No Waldo
“We could not have known and have only just learned–perhaps mostly from children from two to five–that a new kind of relationship between people in groups is brought into being by SX-70 when the members of a group are photographing and being photographed and sharing the photographs: it turns out that buried within all of us–God knows beneath how many pregenital and Freudian and Calvinistic strata–there is latent interest in each other; there is tenderness, curiosity, excitement, affection, companionability and humor; it turns out that in this cold world where man grows distant from man, and even lovers can reach each other only briefly, that we have a yen for and a primordial competence for a quiet good-humored delight in each other: we have a prehistoric tribal competence for a non-physical, non-emotional, non-sexual satisfaction in being partners in the lonely exploration of a once empty planet.” —
Polaroid’s SX-70: The Art and Science of the Nearly Impossible
Edwin Land in The SX-70 Experience
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(via Today’s Inspiration: The Noir Stylings of James R. Bingham)
This work is pretty fantastic. I agree that the above piece that Leif describes as a work of art is just that.
Also, fucking creepy.
Got some rolls of film back today. Put some up on the flickr page. Please check them out and say something pleasant. Or say something nasty without using your keyboard to share it. Share, share. Lot’s of sharing these days.
Oh yeah, the lens. Just for giggles. It’s the Contax 50mm/1.7. That’s a Contax/Yashica mount piece of glass. Love it. It fits on one crummy camera that I own. And every time I look at pictures taken with it I begin to work the desperate, spreadsheet shuffle in my enfeebled mind. I imagine getting a bunch of old Contax gear and see T*’s floating in my head. Instead, I just keep rocking my reliable Nikons.
That I love.