I’ve long since abandoned the fantasy that a “photography community” exists. I play the hand I’m dealt. Reluctantly, I accept the evaporation of the horizontal platform for what I do and settle for this vertical substitute. So let’s call this blog aspirationally horizontal/vertical but effectively vertical. […]
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This marks the end of the eighth full calendar year for Photocritic International, which made its debut in June 2009. During the past 12-month period I’ve published 54 posts here (counting this one), averaging 4.5 per month. According to Google Analytics, as of midnight on December 31, 2017 this blog had served up almost 54,000 […] Hoping that Santa was good to you, I present here my own small assortment of little tidbits that, at least for now, don’t seem likely to expand into longer commentaries. […] According to the stats provided by my gym, over these past two years I have lifted more than 600,000 pounds, which equates to 76 elephants. This year I’m taking those pachyderms as symbolic of the Republic Party’s crushing weight on democracy; so, to quote Allen Ginsberg, “America, I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.” […] |
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Kremlingate: The Visuals (1)
This book has already done, and will continue to do, irreparable damage to the image of the Trump Gang, individually and collectively. The image of Trump and his enablers and co-conspirators as a reckless, witless Gang That Couldn’t Think Straight bumbling their way into treason, deftly limned here by Michael Wolff, will endure. […]