Early photographer of archaeology.
The NYT has a fine piece on this little known photographer whose output dates from the 1850sand who died at a very young age.
The author writes: “Today, Greene’s images evoke a time when travel was still an adventure, ancient civilizations were largely mysterious and the grammar of photography was just being invented.” And, I would add, before social media destroyed photography.
Not half bad.
Beautiful terrazzo floor in the skyway – Rockefeller Center quality.
Big Brother.
Phoenix Airport has many art displays scattered among the various terminal buildings, which makes for a little joy in the otherwise miserable US airport experience.
iPhone 11 Pro snaps.
A fabulous birthday gift.
These biographical pieces generally run annually in time for Hanukkah and Christmas.
Words cannot express this father’s feelings when, last night, my son Winston received the below, just in time for my birthday. There could be no finer birthday gift:
Our many college visits over the past couple of years have focused on the northeast and on Ivy and Little Ivy schools, Union being one of the latter. You can read about those visits here; the index includes two visits to Union College. The little Ivies are typically one tenth of the size of the Big Ivies and focus more intensely on liberal arts studies.
To quote Winston’s illustrious namesake: “Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end, but it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.”
Well done, Winnie!
In wet collodion.
Usually I find the use of antiquated photo technologies to be an exercise in pretentiousness, but this lovely photo essay on a dying automotive shantytown in Queen, New York, is an exception. The images were recorded on tintype using the wet collodion process which requires a recently moistened plate to work.
Click the image to see the essay.
Give your brand to the Russkies.
Great move, Leica. Have the sausage fingered Russkies cannibalize your brand, with your permission. I recall selling Zenit SLRs as a kid working holiday jobs in camera stores in the 1960s. Not only do they remain the worst made machine I have ever handled, like their makers the product literally stank, once you removed it from the box. At least, unlike this piece of detritus, they were cheap.
That Kraut Commie Mark was right. Capitalism will hang itself with its own rope. Heck, there may even be morons out there who will shell out $7,000 for this garbage. Leica, what are you thinking of? Maybe it’s time for a medical check up for the CEO?