The purpose of our Days of Art series isn’t meant to be self-aggrandizement, and I rarely do “selfies” except in a mocking manner, but it disturbed me to realize that the anniversary of Martin Luther King’s assassination passed yesterday without my noticing. I’m not going to weep for the man here, and in fact I…
After my recent “discovery” of Ashley Stevenson, I’ve been thinking a lot about Ed Sheeran’s song “The A Team.” Coincidentally, which is to say, in the Universe’s divine, randomized, perfect organization, I’ve also been mounting my life’s portfolio of street photography and encountered the photo, shown below, of a young woman who was seemingly living…
On this day, 30 August back in 1967, President Lyndon B. Johnson announced he was nominating the Honorable Thurgood Marshall to be the first black U.S. Supreme Court Justice. (Some will argue that he’s been the only one.) It wasn’t random–previously, LBJ had met with Marshall in 1965 to ask him to be his Solicitor…
Sleeping Passengers, Greyhound Bus Terminal, New York City, 1947, Esther Bubley, American (1921 – 1998) Esther Bubley was an American documentary (street) photographer who specialized in photos of ordinary people, taken in an intimate, expressive manner. She spent much of her career in New York City and Washington, DC, and is, among other things,…
Introduction We’ve decided to kick off our Raw Naked World Street Photography Ratings, introduced here, by reviewing London, UK. There are number of reasons for our picking the great lady as our premiere victim. First of all, it makes sense to start what is fundamentally an index-based rating system by picking the top draw. We…
M and I have begun a new series that we call the Raw, Naked World City Street Photography Ratings, Sadly, we won’t be telling you where to take street shots of nakey folks (although we might if we run across any). However, since we’ve found ourselves carrying cameras and shooting wherever we go, it made…
The Hirschhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden is an interesting place in that it plucks you out of your comfort zone, and places you squarely upon the lap of the absurdly avant grade, otherwise known as Contemporary and Modern Art. Nothing wrong with that you might think, for an establishment such as this. Cylindrical in nature,…
Nothing happened during this photograph. People climbed on a subway train, running at 10-minute intervals, headed from the city’s center to the suburbs. The photo was shot with a non-SLR, my small Fujifilm X-20, under existing lighting. I didn’t alter the photo in any way except to correct the exposure that was altered by the…
A bit late, but here nonetheless.
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