Back in the time of unphotography, when monochrome ruled the world, before MOMA anointed color, a few photographers who worked in color, formed a loose grouping under the banner: “Photographers of Color.” We meant it directly, while certainly understanding that since all of us were (are) white, it meant more. Most things mean more, particularly over time, and in different times.
The banner was our umbrella against the rain of silver shooters. The primary intention was that we were regarded as doing work with less aesthetic value — we would have two struggles. None of us worried, nor did we ever make a splash, not so much as a puddle on the broadway of photography
cold day
the selfie
often reading the weekend photographer, the one who claims craft comes in sizes, we find writing something like: ” found a subject that sturs my emotions to ..” or “..I strive to capture that emotion by..” — these are th
the selfless selfies — pictures that are meant to mimic the emotion of the photographer.
these photorgaphers hate the selfie, yet those teen beat instagrams have more emotional connection, are more honest than the weekenders on the trail of lost moments
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