The C.L.A.M. And The Rose

I’ve felt a bit uninspired by my actual photography practice of late. I was ill for a week or so, but it went back farther than that, really, back to early January even. I think it had something to do with diet, maybe, or rest, or exercise, but none of that has changed much. Allahu Alim. …

The Clear Bag

It’s actually not a bag in the traditional sense, but one of the wrappers of a big stack of styrofoam cups that I pocketed from the office. Don’t tell anyone. And it’s actually the second night with the C.L.A.M., but that doesn’t really matter. No matter what night, no matter what light, I’ve had fun …

A New Toy

A couple of weeks ago, I ran across some paintings and photographs by Marilyn Minter. I remember seeing her photographs of Pamela Anderson in Parkett back in 2007, long before I was interested in photography at all, and coming across her work now—particularly ones where there’s a sheet of wet and/or broken glass between the …