The hunter is not hunting a person, nor an animal. The species of its intent is not pulsating, but rather imagined-it is the photographic. When I blather hot steam, a forceful wind, a speech upon the youth-less cuspids in my mouth of what I portend to mean about the “photographic”, I realize that it […]
It was the best of years…. Once again it is that time of year where I try to drum up some sort of edit from all of the incredible work the photography book world offers up. This year is difficult as I felt it has been one of the strongest years in recent memory […]
The graveyard shift is no doubt a motherfucker. By Doug Rickard, ASX, June 2010 The graveyard shift is no doubt a motherfucker. You try to force your body and its natural clock over to an artificial one but it never really adjusts so you just live in a weird sort of phantom world […]