Mary Ellen Mark.
Prom Night.
The high-school prom was a subject Mark returned to again and again in her career. It was one of the very first times she photographed the awkward rite of passage.
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Taught film for most of my life. I'm a photographer and psychogeographer. I've directed theatre, sat at a Steenbeck and I read a lot. Still working on that damn novel. Any help would be gratefully received. Jungian by nature.
I assumed that as it is 'social' media that there would be more interaction to sharing my passions, such as film and photography.
I take on board what you have to say.
If human foolishness had been as carefully nurtured and cultivated as intelligence has been for centuries, perhaps it would have turned into something extremely precious.*
Yevgeny Zamyatin.
We.
*But it f***ing wasn’t.
Marion Post-Wolcott.
1910-1990.
Marion is best known for the more than 9,000 photographs she produced for the Farm Security Administration (FSA) from 1938 to 1942.
Caleb Stein.
Down by the Hudson.
Beyond the practical side of his work, Caleb’s practice involves a huge amount of historical and cultural context.
“I think it’s important to understand what’s been done before and to understand that my work is a part of a larger conversation.”
Brassaï.
Kiki de Montparnasse and Her Friends, Thérèse Treize and Lily.
circa 1932.
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o’clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots.
T. S. Eliot.
Joan Eardley.
Some of the Samson Family.
1961.
‘Street life itself seems to be smeared onto their faces and crowded into their eyes.’
Paul Graham.
Going up and down the Great A1 North Road in the 1980s.
‘To an impressionable five-year-old, travelling up the Great North Road seemed a close contender to visiting the moon. The anticipation kept us wide awake, and we’d question our parents as to where we were every five minutes.’
