I hope this makes you really uncomfortable. It should.
So tell me why so many fucking people cheer for Michael Vick when he takes the field? Tell me why he’s playing in the NFL? Tell me how any team can think he’s a good idea? Tell me what the fuck is wrong with the Philadelphia Eagles? Tell me what the fuck is wrong with people?
I’m watching Rescue Ink and bawling my eyes out. I don’t understand people. People who do this, or who ignore this. Like people who rape kids, or who ignore it. Or people who pass homeless people on the street and think to themselves, “Get a job!” Really?
And why does the amount of people who don’t ignore animal abusers, or kid rapists, or homelessness seem so small compared to those who do?
Jamie has made a limited edition print that I absolutely adore. It’s Astrid, from Suburban Glamour, looking too fucking cute for words.
12 x 17. Strictly limited to 50 prints. Signed and numbered.
£20 (About $32 at current exchange rate) + £3 P+P
TELL YOUR FRIENDS. REBLOG!
A long time ago a friend showed me Larry Sultan’s work and I think it’s always stuck with me. Sometimes I can see glimpses of his unmistakable composition in my work. Even his photojournalist photographs look like Edward Hopper paintings.
Larry Sultan died on Sunday, at the age of 63.
sigh.
I have one of those headaches where every time you move your eyes, it hurts. I had a nice sentence written out there, but couldn’t remember how to spell two of the words and so erased it, believing it was probably for the best.
Which brings me to my point. I’ve been writing almost every day, mostly on my hour commute to and from work. But it never seems right. It’s not enough. Do you know how many times in the past two weeks I have wanted to take pictures? Every day. Twice a day. Sometimes I wonder if that means something. If that’s what I am. Who I am. And then I get into defining myself and then I start wishing I could do it better and talk about things I shouldn’t have to say out loud. I know, that was a horrible sentence and didn’t make any sense.
Subway writing then.
I guess this is the time then. When we decide whether we’re worth it. We’ve had to do this often this year. Too many strange situations that we never expected or wanted to have to expect. We sit back and evaluate the people around us and whether or not they should be. And some people have made it: we decided that beyond any of the other junk, there was still enough good stuff left to sift through. But with others, we realized everything had turned rotten, and those people were forgotten. As we get older, we know with more certainty which relationships we should value; the ones we should fight for, listen to the subtle nuances of, enjoy as if watching the best part of our favourite movie in slow motion. Also which we should keep as a nostalgic nicety; the ones we discuss mutual interests with, the ones we learn new things from with surprise. And even further, which relationships should have their limbs chopped off and left to bleed out and die, alone. Those are few and far between, mind you.
And now here we are. You and I. So, what’ll it be?
by Frédéric Fontenoy
This entire photo set from the December issue of 180 Magazine is amazing. Do look at it. You’ll be glad you did.
by Rasha Kahil
“Most of the time, work comes from heartache or frustration: I have a delicious little masochistic streak that devilishly pushes me to create something from the pain. Better than self-mutilation I reckon…” - from the Kahil’s interview in the December issue of 180 Magazine
I was interviewed for 180 Magazine by Kim Taylor and I forgot that it went up on December 1st.
180 Magazine features many absolutely fantastic photographers; I am very flattered to be included among them. I’ve spent hours combing through the archives of this online magazine and the quality of the photographers included in the past astounds me. It’s packed with inspiration and beauty and just real quality work.
If you take the time to read the interview I did, thank you, but also look around. The photographers included in this December issue are extraordinary, as usual; it’s worth the time to click through.
Yay! I got my copies of Paper Science from Matthew Sheret yesterday.
Paper Science was made by We Are Words + Pictures and printed by Newspaper Club for sale in and around London. It has work by Adam Cadwell, Chrissy Williams, Dan Hancox, Emilie Chalcraft, Julia Scheele, Lizz Lunney, Marc Ellerby, Mark Higgins, Mark Oliver, Matt Jones, Matthew Sheret, The Girl With Shit Stories, Tom Humberston and me.
I opened it up and went, “Ahh!” I was so surprised that this was so big and amazing. I love it. A lot! I also have writing in the paper with an illustration by Julia Scheele which is beautiful and perfect. It was a really great thing to get in the mail. Thank you, Matthew Sheret!
My name is Katie West and I am a photographer and writer living in Toronto, Ontario, Canada with my two cats. I like Star Trek a lot. Also dancing, monochromatic colour schemes, wearing every pattern in the world at the same time, grocery shopping, autumn, Canadian comedic television shows, bad movies and Korean pop music. Among a billion other things.
