Hido: Homing In

“All photographers have a secret stash of photographs that float on the margins of published existence. Photographs that never quite fit into our current projects or the narrative of our latest book or show, but that are too good to be left unused. They persist: we pull them out, year after year, we recognize them as great images that should be shared, but they somehow frustratingly defy our years of shuffling into categorization or conventional use. This box set is those photographs, finally liberated from that file labeledOrphans & Misfits.” — Todd Hido

Valentines Is The Only Holiday

It strikes me that holidays are frequent and pointless.

Maybe that is age, not wisdom. Yet, valentines day is made up to sell someone else’s words, pictures, packaged emotion. It is meant to be unwrapped not unpacked or understood. We are supposed to assume the meaning, like most transfers, it has to be already known to be clearly understood.

Valentines say hello in childish importance.

Valentines say hello in mature memory.

The heavy commerce around this is filled with fake passion, consumption, emotion. Picked and packed by others. Comicly presented as an afterthought of some guilty, forgetful, oh so typical male.

So why is it the only holiday of my year? because it is crafted so badly it could be ignored. This is a day like every other day among commerce, but it pretends to be about love, not resurection. Just simple love between, but not among.

not yet.