My uncle is such an odd guy, it’s what makes him fantastic.
After my grandmother died, my mother inherited all of her photo albums. There were a little over a hundred of them. Out of all of the pictures in the few that I looked through, I found this one to be the most interesting. I know somebody in this photo is a family member, but nobody can tell me who. Of more importance, who are the natives in the photograph. None of them look too happy and I really don’t blame them.
My personal photography. :)
What just about every scene kid and hipster under the age of 25 calls themselves these days. Many own Canon Rebel xtis and rely heavily on cropping and Photoshop filters to give their otherwise mundane photos an “artsy” feel. It is also not uncommon to see them wielding Lomography cameras (usually a Holga, now that they’re sold at Urban Outfitters) on any given day. Typically, these “photographers” cite Diane Arbus, Robert Mapplethorpe, or, in the case of those Vice Magazine devotees, Terry Richardson, Cobrasnake, or Richard Kern, as major influences, because they couldn’t name any other photographers to save their lives.
The typical subjects of their photographs include, but are not limited to: pidgeon-toed girls in Converse that have been drawn on with ballpoint pens and/or Sharpies, flowers/weeds growing out of cracks in sidewalks, juxtapositions of objects that typically don’t go together (in one such case, a Queen of Hearts playing card on a cracked sidewalk), a girl who looks like something out of an American Apparel ad smoking a cigarette, decaying buildings, and just about anything that looks “vintage” (ie, yellowing washing machines in a laundromat).
All My Friends Are Dead: Photography.
Beautiful Bay City
Bay City, Michigan
July 3, 2011