The Passion of Petr

Hello friends!

Don’t these pictures make you smile? Aren’t they some of the happiest, most joyful images you’ll see all weekend? Don’t they make you feel like you’re in love?

You’d better start feeling it, damnit — Lovigin has a project called “Fall In Love” and that’s what, on the surface, these shots are all about. Lovigin took the shots of his two lovers all over the world, at different times and in different poses.

It gets a little tricky when you find out that the two are not actually lovers — they are merely playing lovers for the camera, though clearly they share a genuine bond and real affection. And don’t they seem more loving than most couples you know?

Maybe because they aren’t lovers, when I look at these photos I’m allowed to imagine all kinds of narratives. Are they playing in a madcap, 1940s Hollywood romance? An existentialist, 1960s Parisian one? A late-1980s advertisement for some fancy European perfume? All at the same time?

This is thankful week, and though I’m not in love, I suppose it’s only appropriate for me to say that I’m very thankful for photos like these.




Copyright Petr Lovigin

Copyright Petr Lovigin




Copyright Petr Lovigin

Copyright Petr Lovigin




Copyright Petr Lovigin

Copyright Petr Lovigin




Copyright Petr Lovigin

Copyright Petr Lovigin




(via thewaytokilladeadfeeling) So grateful I’ve been able to go all the places I’ve been able to go, and see all the things I’ve been able to see…… Copyright Walker Evans

(via thewaytokilladeadfeeling)

So grateful I’ve been able to go all the places I’ve been able to go, and see all the things I’ve been able to see……

Copyright Walker Evans



One of the things I didn’t anticipate about getting older was how much more important it becomes to keep your friends around you. When you’re young it’s easy to dump a friend at the slightest provocation. It’s easy to write someone off because they said something ignorant or did something distasteful or “wronged” you in some way, and I’ve done that plenty of times. But as I get older and it becomes harder and harder to find people with whom I want to keep company, I forgive more. I ignore certain things that would have driven me nuts even just five years ago. I breathe more deeply, smile more and say less. There are rewards. Last night I was at a friend’s restaurant, drinking and talking shit with two people who I’d have given up on a long time ago if we had been friends in college. We have fought and I have considered abandoning them plenty. But last night, we laughed in the glow of the lamps and talked over all the memories we’d made together. The bartender bought me whatever drinks my friends didn’t pay for. We hugged and I remembered why I love them, and why I’m lucky to have them in my life, and what I’m grateful for today. This photo is from Sally Mann’s incredible series called Immediate Family. When she goes back to shoot these kids again I hope they still have the same sense of casual intimacy; I hope they recognize the value of their shared history. Copyright Sally Mann

One of the things I didn’t anticipate about getting older was how much more important it becomes to keep your friends around you. When you’re young it’s easy to dump a friend at the slightest provocation. It’s easy to write someone off because they said something ignorant or did something distasteful or “wronged” you in some way, and I’ve done that plenty of times.

But as I get older and it becomes harder and harder to find people with whom I want to keep company, I forgive more. I ignore certain things that would have driven me nuts even just five years ago. I breathe more deeply, smile more and say less.

There are rewards. Last night I was at a friend’s restaurant, drinking and talking shit with two people who I’d have given up on a long time ago if we had been friends in college. We have fought and I have considered abandoning them plenty. But last night, we laughed in the glow of the lamps and talked over all the memories we’d made together. The bartender bought me whatever drinks my friends didn’t pay for. We hugged and I remembered why I love them, and why I’m lucky to have them in my life, and what I’m grateful for today.

This photo is from Sally Mann’s incredible series called Immediate Family. When she goes back to shoot these kids again I hope they still have the same sense of casual intimacy; I hope they recognize the value of their shared history.

Copyright Sally Mann




thewaytokilladeadfeeling: This blogger has been publishing some lovely work from Walker Evans over the last week or so. It’s been great to catch up on some of Evans’ less popular pieces — they still contain all of that feeling, they just feel fresher. Copyright Walker Evans

thewaytokilladeadfeeling:

This blogger has been publishing some lovely work from Walker Evans over the last week or so. It’s been great to catch up on some of Evans’ less popular pieces — they still contain all of that feeling, they just feel fresher.

Copyright Walker Evans



Fuck Yes

My girl Sade has a new album coming out: see here.

About once a decade, she lifts her head up and offers something glorious for the hoi polloi. People start telling me that I look like her, instead of….well, never mind who they usually say that I look like. Let’s just say I’d rather look like Sade than ANY of them.

Then she disappears for another ten years into Jamaica, to hang out with her family, smoke her weed and bask in the sun. But we’re not at that point in the cycle yet. So stoked…..




Day Two: I’m cheating a little bit here, because Robert Doisneau only shot work that would bring smiles to people’s faces. He was whimsy before whimsy got hip  and brittle; he was sentimental before the invention of the rom-com; he was happy — big gap-tooth-grin happy — in the face of war, famine, poverty, and every other modern ill you can imagine. Who cares? a Robert Doisneau photo says. Smile, you’re in Paris! It’s usually too much, but every once in awhile it’s just right. I took my mother to Paris this spring, and I’ve got nothing but smiles about the memory. Having gone to Paris as many times as I have, jaded-traveller syndrome had started to sink in. Having my wide-eyed mother with me cancelled all of that out. Watching her scream with pleasure over a chocolate cake at Laduree, and run up and down the foie gras aisle at Le Bon Marche, and get all huffy at the Japanese tourists crowding the Mona Lisa at the Louvre made the trip one of my favorite travel memories, full stop. I guess what I’m saying is that I’m thankful for my family. And I’m thankful that I’m still romantic enough to smile at a Doisneau. Copyright Robert Doisneau

Day Two: I’m cheating a little bit here, because Robert Doisneau only shot work that would bring smiles to people’s faces. He was whimsy before whimsy got hip  and brittle; he was sentimental before the invention of the rom-com; he was happy — big gap-tooth-grin happy — in the face of war, famine, poverty, and every other modern ill you can imagine. Who cares? a Robert Doisneau photo says. Smile, you’re in Paris!

It’s usually too much, but every once in awhile it’s just right. I took my mother to Paris this spring, and I’ve got nothing but smiles about the memory. Having gone to Paris as many times as I have, jaded-traveller syndrome had started to sink in. Having my wide-eyed mother with me cancelled all of that out. Watching her scream with pleasure over a chocolate cake at Laduree, and run up and down the foie gras aisle at Le Bon Marche, and get all huffy at the Japanese tourists crowding the Mona Lisa at the Louvre made the trip one of my favorite travel memories, full stop.

I guess what I’m saying is that I’m thankful for my family. And I’m thankful that I’m still romantic enough to smile at a Doisneau.

Copyright Robert Doisneau




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