I remember working on the final edit of a book of photographs from a group of designers a couple of years ago, and at some point the book-designer buried his face in his hands and and asked, “what is it with designers taking pictures of rusty traffic signs?” Well, not only designers do that. This one from earlier today – guilty as charged…
A Handful Of Sleeping Pills And A Bottle Of Gordon’s Gin
Here’s an insightful analysis of the lives of women in the glorious present, a time of great opportunity, that I’ve already emailed to some of my female friends earlier today – medical doctors, artists, and the like. That is, women who will recognize the dilemma described in the article, namely how to choose between the prospects of suffering in a relationship, in a job, or both. What is the rational response? My very small sample group seems to go for yet another option, mentioned only at the very end of the piece, the blameworthy easy way out…
Some Sure Hate To Have Their Picture Taken
While it is beyond me why anybody would make a photograph of something that is not a traffic cone, I want to point you to three images that I came across this week: Muhammed Ali training underwater, and Gemini I, both by Flip Schulke here, on James Danziger’s blog. I thought I know every photograph that exists, but for some reason I didn’t know these, and find them exceedingly intelligent both visually and conceptually. And then there is the World Press presentation here (via Rob Haggart). Of the 2008 winners, I find the story of the making of the Putin portrait quite brilliant. I don’t think that it is “Platon’s” strongest photo so far, but the entire act of getting it may well be.