I watched a doc on Gary winogrand - the preeminent 20th century street photographer. He said photograpy was light on surface and he knew the most fascinating thing to record/capture - or try to - was faces. And their interaction - or lack of interaction with other faces. He was Robert Frank gone mad. He died and left hundreds of thousands of unprocessed photos. The search and finding was everything. This is a photo of mine that I think comes closest to his work.
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My old apartment is completely empty ex for an almost empty bottle of Windex. It’s been less than a week since I left it and now it’s unlocked. I like to go down and visit. There’s something strange and special about an empty apartment. Besides the echo - it evokes a number of things for me. The past, the future, quietude, melancholy, loss, Last Tango in Paris - where Brando and the young French sexpot both check out a beautiful empty apartment and I think Brando rents it and they meet there and have wild sex and he makes her promise to never say or tell him her name and vice versa and it's such a wild fantasy, two nameless people flooring it again and again for good or bad underneath a night skyway in the City of Lights.
2009-CDMX
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