one thing today

  In 2022 the brilliant writer Hanif Kureishi collapsed unexpectedly, sustaining spinal injuries that left him tetraplegic and unable to move his limbs. [2 He writes a blog - a brilliant and affecting one that leaves me with a great deal of serious consideration.   The height of summer is difficult: friends and family going on holiday, disappearing for a couple of weeks to various exotic places, hanging with each other in villas and beside pools, reading and occasionally laughing. This time of year I have strong, ever-returning memories: Isabella and I packing up the car outside her apartment in Rome, leaving the city, me in the passenger seat rolling a fat joint and in charge of the music, as we head towards Naples, and then Salerno, and ultimately the Amalfi Coast. It is a wonderful drive to her mother's little house, next to a church, overlooking the bay, where we would spend a few days, wandering and sunbathing, listening to the bells. Later, we would visit her father in ...

 

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  I bought this photo about thirty years ago at Esa's gallery. For 75 dollars. I was feeling flush. It was taken by that very popular and prolific photographer Anonymous. She told me it was given a bevelled mat by her assistant who found it in a flea market. I've loved it ever since. I just looked at the back of it for the first time.  It says ...   Jack - the dust laws - Cook .

The image we produce is the self-evident one of revelation…that can be understood by anyone who will look at it without the nostalgic glasses of hist ory.

Some say it comes from newborn babies who enter the world surrounded by amniotic fluid . Others say the phrase may have originated from newborn farm animals, where the mother has to lick the newborn dry, and one of the last places she dries is the area behind the ears.

  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.