greatleapsideways:

What is so refreshing about Miksys’s photographs is the extent to which they refuse fetish and melodrama, and instead render the nightly revels of his subjects in an urbane and affectionate clarity. Paging through his book, I think as frequently of Richard Linklater’s Dazed and Confused as I do this portrait of three young boys in London Fields, by Chris Dorley-Brown. Youth is already complex, and in some senses universally so; young adulthood all the more so, as the mismatch between vigour and sagacity, or between desire and competence is continually placed under acute stress. In the end, these photographs are characterised by the energy and error of youth – whatever the ironies of the sites in which they were made, it is the awkwardness, the tremulous insecurity and paper thin confidence that give them their charm.”

I focus on one place at a time. This has been very important to me and I need a strong connection to the place I’m photographing. Before I left for Lithuania I was America-obsessed – never had any interest in leaving. That’s when I did my BINGO project in the 1990s.  But then Lithuania hit me and I couldn’t really let go. Mostly, it’s a personal decision. I’d say it’s more important to figure out what you care about and then stay dedicated to your subject all the way to the end until you think you’re finished. 

— from Dancing in the Shadows of History: a conversation on Andrew Miksys’s DISKO, just uploaded at thegreatleapsideways.com

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Not video stills

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davidsimonton:

Abandoned School, Chinquapin, Duplin County, North Carolina, October 2004

Photos by David Simonton

Ever since I stumbled across his profile on G+ a few years ago, David Simonton has been slowly becoming one of my very favorite photographers.

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lazy-painting:

Derelict Quarry. Nightscape.

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© Thorir Vidar

© Thorir Vidar

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photo by David Simonton

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photo by David Simonton

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davidsimonton:

Abandoned Morris Minor, Glencar, County Sligo, Ireland, 1980, Photo by Martin Parr

davidsimonton:

Abandoned Morris Minor, Glencar, County Sligo, Ireland, 1980, Photo by Martin Parr

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The Internet threatens final confirmation of Adorno and Horkheimer’s dictum that the culture industry allows the “freedom to choose what is always the same.” Champions of online life promised a utopia of infinite availability: a “long tail” of perpetually in-stock products would revive interest in non-mainstream culture. One need not have read Astra Taylor and other critics to sense that this utopia has been slow in arriving. Culture appears more monolithic than ever, with a few gigantic corporations—Google, Apple, Facebook, Amazon—presiding over unprecedented monopolies. Internet discourse has become tighter, more coercive. Search engines guide you away from peculiar words. (“Did you mean … ?”) Headlines have an authoritarian bark (“This Map of Planes in the Air Right Now Will Blow Your Mind”). “Most Read” lists at the top of Web sites imply that you should read the same stories everyone else is reading. Technology conspires with populism to create an ideologically vacant dictatorship of likes.
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nhmcelroy:

2014

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2014

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smalltowninertia:

#smalltowninertia 35mm Film Test scans August 2014Stuart : Final frame
I’d known Stuart for over 15 years, time once was when we were barfly pals, attempting to dull our respective pains with cheap red wine whilst discussing the world, damning it’s evils and championing it’s beauties.
Forever on the fringe of Market Town, having returned here to care for his elderly Mother, until she passed away, Stuart stayed alone in the house that witnessed his Mother’s final breaths and some weeks ago also bore witness to his. 
Stuart was one of the first people I ever documented, the encouragement he gave me, at a monumental junction within my own life, I’ll never forget, he gave me a chance, as a human being and as a fledgeling photographer and as a friend. I remember, so vividly, when we had his portrait featured upon the Pictorymag blog, I rushed over to tell him, gave him a print of the featured photograph and he was thrilled, amazed anyone would care for a word he had said. 
(*From Pictorymag feature)
Baptised in Darwin’s Bathwater. 
"Stuart lives in his late parents house on the outskirts of town. Alone and somewhat isolated from the world around him, Stuart has taught me one lesson above all : to love the small, precious moments with those close to you. It’s the one element of life that can never be regretted. For him, the warmth of remembering sustains the coldness of present days."
"Stuart has watched as so many loved ones have returned to the earth, and yet maintains an air of gentle understanding about the rhythm and pattern and tempo of mortality. “I was baptised in Darwin’s bathwater” he told me as we discussed the afterlife and his resolve about the natural cycle of life’s twists and turns. “Love is the eternal where we are not so in the physical.”
“Love is the eternal where we are not so in the physical.” …these words are how I’ll forever remember Stuart. Market Town has lost one of it’s princes and is dulled with his absence.I’m sharing some audio from our final recorded conversation, I want you to hear his voice, his laugh, his musings, memories. 

smalltowninertia:

#smalltowninertia 35mm Film Test scans August 2014

Stuart : Final frame

I’d known Stuart for over 15 years, time once was when we were barfly pals, attempting to dull our respective pains with cheap red wine whilst discussing the world, damning it’s evils and championing it’s beauties.

Forever on the fringe of Market Town, having returned here to care for his elderly Mother, until she passed away, Stuart stayed alone in the house that witnessed his Mother’s final breaths and some weeks ago also bore witness to his. 

Stuart was one of the first people I ever documented, the encouragement he gave me, at a monumental junction within my own life, I’ll never forget, he gave me a chance, as a human being and as a fledgeling photographer and as a friend. 

I remember, so vividly, when we had his portrait featured upon the Pictorymag blog, I rushed over to tell him, gave him a print of the featured photograph and he was thrilled, amazed anyone would care for a word he had said. 

(*From Pictorymag feature)

Baptised in Darwin’s Bathwater. 

"Stuart lives in his late parents house on the outskirts of town. Alone and somewhat isolated from the world around him, Stuart has taught me one lesson above all : to love the small, precious moments with those close to you. It’s the one element of life that can never be regretted. For him, the warmth of remembering sustains the coldness of present days."

"Stuart has watched as so many loved ones have returned to the earth, and yet maintains an air of gentle understanding about the rhythm and pattern and tempo of mortality. “I was baptised in Darwin’s bathwater” he told me as we discussed the afterlife and his resolve about the natural cycle of life’s twists and turns. “Love is the eternal where we are not so in the physical.”

“Love is the eternal where we are not so in the physical.” …these words are how I’ll forever remember Stuart. Market Town has lost one of it’s princes and is dulled with his absence.

I’m sharing some audio from our final recorded conversation, I want you to hear his voice, his laugh, his musings, memories. 

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huffphoto:

sneak peak of the final TLRN book cover (pre-orders still available) 

huffphoto:

sneak peak of the final TLRN book cover (pre-orders still available) 

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