May 2009
44 posts
City of Angels
I’m going to LA for the long weekend, and I’m so excited. Unlike a lot of Northern Californians, I love LA — it took some time, though. Part of the problem seems to be that LA gets all the attention because the dream of LA is the movies, the beach, the girls, the palm trees, basically all the ”good life” nonsense that Julius Shulman captured better than anyone who...
A Few More....
…from Barbara Morgan while I try to get Tumblr working properly again (sigh).
Barbara Morgan
Confession time: I used to be a dancer.
Not a “I took a ballet class when I was 6” dancer, but a 14-year, jazz-modern-tap, classes-all-the-time, practicing-in-my-sleep kind of dancer. I loved it, I still miss it, and I still do choreography in my head when I’m staring off into space.
Could I have been a contender? I don’t know. I didn’t have the body type for ballet but it’s possible that I...
Free W. G. Sebald
This may be the only time I post something that’s neither a photo nor a song. My favorite author, W. G. Sebald, died far too young and left so many readers hanging. He’s like Tupac in that his former editors and students keep going back to the vault, digging out whatever scrap of his prose that hasn’t been published yet, but if I lived in East Anglia I would do the same.
His...
Jean Mohr
Speaking of the man, here are a couple of his shots. John Berger was so lucky to find a working partner with such skill and a similar sensibility. How can you not stop and stare at the people in his pics? So much frailty, so much strength.
Matt Wignall's Photos
Someday I will write a book and Matt Wignall will do the photos. We’ll be like John Berger and Jean Mohr. Sigh. Can’t blame a girl for dreaming.