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Cabin Fever 2017: Bits & Pieces (1)

So far as I can tell, though several Instagram followers commented on Jared Kushner’s “booty grab,” Frank Bruni alone made official note of it — and that only obliquely. So you probably read it here first. […]

Spring Fever 2015: Bits & Pieces

We’ve become the first culture to produce substantially more artists with professional aspirations than our system can possibly absorb. Though more egalitarian than most gatekeeping systems, the photo portfolio review system enables entry to a few while feeding the hopes of the many — “American Idol” writ small, if you will. No harm done, I suppose, and it keeps them off the streets. […]

Cabin Fever 2015: Bits & Pieces (1)

Casting as I do a wide net in my efforts to understand visual communication, and the ways in which lens-derived imagery fits into that larger puzzle, and thus the issues that criticism of such imagery must needs address, I find myself pondering all kinds of “floating things.” Forinstance, the perplexing fact that, apparently, men and women see colors differently — which would suggest that women make color photographs differently than men do, and, as viewers, react to them differently than men do. […]

Cleaning Out the Fridge

Let me add that I would not and will not castigate anyone for accepting this position [Chief Curator at the Center for Creative Photography]. The state of the economy aside, the CCP is a unique repository and a major institution in photography. Running it, whether as Director or Chief Curator, is a dirty and dangerous job, subject to the well-documented machinations of a cluster of verifiable weasels. But someone’s got to do it. […]

Random Bits #1

The real act of creative genius here resides in Jimmy Fallon’s recognition that somewhere inside “Pants on the Ground,” Larry Platt’s unimaginative, one-dimensional, condemnatory lyric, there lurked the potential of a classic Neil Young lament for one’s own youthful lack of self-awareness: introspective, elegiac, self-mocking. If you hadn’t heard Platt’s version, or learned of the hoopla surrounding it, and this came over the radio without you knowing it was Fallon’s, you’d think it was middle-period Neil Young himself. […]