Posts Tagged ‘ photography ’

Uplacore – The Lonely State – La Strada Solitaria (2018) | YouTube

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MISHKA HENNER – JONATHAN LEWIS ​ AN ACT OF COLLECTIVE FAITH – galerieas

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Peter Hujar’s Elegy for New York City in the 1980s

Peter Hujar, “Gay Liberation Front Poster Image” (1969), gelatin silver print, 18 1/2 x 12 1/2 inches (image), The Morgan Library & Museum, © Peter Hujar Archive, LLC

Hujar’s photographs document the effervescent creative spirit that pulsed through the East Village as the AIDS crisis unfolded.

Source: Peter Hujar’s Elegy for New York City in the 1980s

The Woman Who Was Robert Capa – Vantage – Medium

Gerda Taro

Gerda Taro didn’t just help invent one of the world’s most famous photographers. Briefly, she was him.

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Scholarly Exhibition Explores the Pioneering Role of Women Using Color in Photography — Humble Arts Foundation

© Ellen Carey

Color photography can trace its earliest roots to Anna Atkins’ mid-nineteenth century botanical cyanotypes. While camera-less, her adoption of the process has led many to consider her to be the world’s first female photographer. Curator, historian and artist Ellen Carey’s latest exhibition &

Source: Scholarly Exhibition Explores the Pioneering Role of Women Using Color in Photography — Humble Arts Foundation

WINNERS—Magnum Photography Awards 2017

 

Floating Seahorse, Dubai, January 2017. The Floating Seahorse is an underwater holiday villa at the Heart of Europe, a man-made archipelago 2.5 miles off Dubai. It features underwater bedrooms and bathrooms. By the time the ambitious project is complete, in 2018, there will be more than 125 floating villas, which cost as much as £2.2 million each. © Nick Hannes. Documentary Series Winner, Magnum Photography Awards 2017.

Source: WINNERS—Magnum Photography Awards 2017

America Today, in Vision and Verse – The New York Times

What It Looks Like To Us and the Words We Use

ADA LIMÓN

All these great barns out here in the outskirts,

black creosote boards knee-deep in the bluegrass.

They look so beautifully abandoned, even in use.

You say they look like arks after the sea’s

dried up, I say they look like pirate ships,

and I think of that walk in the valley where

J said, You don’t believe in God? And I said,

No. I believe in this connection we all have

to nature, to each other, to the universe.

And she said, Yeah, God. And how we stood there,

low beasts among the white oaks, Spanish moss,

and spider webs, obsidian shards stuck in our pockets,

woodpecker flurry, and I refused to call it so.

So instead, we looked up at the unruly sky,

its clouds in simple animal shapes we could name

though we knew they were really just clouds—

disorderly, and marvelous, and ours.

 

 

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