Monday, November 03, 2008

We Can’t Paint

Noel Rodo-Vankeulen created We Can’t Paint as a blog in December 2007 and has just launched it as a full-on network, comprised of a blog, a projects gallery, and a magazine called Wassenaar. Featured in the first issue of the magazine are, among others, my friends Julia Baum (in a solo show), and Elizabeth Fleming and Justin James Reed (in a group show). Plus, there’s an interview with photographer Lina Scheynius conducted by Johanna Reed, who was my partner in crime in our two-person show in Los Angeles in October 2007. And in the projects gallery, Will Steacy (whose print Cheerleaders, New Orleans I recently bought and am completely in love with—the print, not Will, though I hear Will’s a swell guy) and my absolute favorite photo gal pal in the Northern Hemisphere (Lane, you’ve got the Southern covered), Miss Jennifer Loeber, whose work I love almost as much I love her.

If the election has you completely unable to think straight and you’ve started dreaming about CNN anchors the way I have, I highly recommend taking a breather and stepping over to the world Noel hath wrought. It’s worth your time, and that’s putting it mildly.

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Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Good news, bad news

Today I’m on the delightful Meighan O’Toole’s blog, My Love for You Is a Stampede of Horses, and I was invited to be a part of an exciting worldwide photo project slated for November 4*. That’s the good news. The bad news is that I didn’t make the cut for Critical Mass. I’m thinking the only answer is to drive up to Portland and TP Shawn Records’s house. Who’s in with me?

This afternoon, before I found out about any of this, good or bad, I was in an exceedingly foul mood. (Just ask S.) I’ll spare you the details, but in my litany of ways in which my life, the human race, and the universe in general collectively suck, I mentioned how 2008 was a total bust of a year, that I’d gotten nothing done, that I’d wasted it. And then it hit me: There are two months left. Over 16 percent of the year remains. Sure, it’s not much, but it’s something. It’s time.

I was e-mailing with a friend tonight, and something she said really got me: “I am so delighted to be in my mid-30s, yet sometimes I feel like I am racing towards my own death. You know? Like OMG, I am not doing enough, and how do I take the next step, and what is that next step, and OMG did I miss it?!?!” I wrote back:
I feel all the time like I’m not doing enough. Not in an Oprah-watching overwhelmed soccer mom kind of way, but in a “Shit, there’s so much I want to do and see, and I haven’t even scratched the surface” kind of way. I used to work at a library shelving books, and I’ll never forget realizing one day that I would never, ever, ever have enough time to read all the books I wanted to read, even if I quit doing anything else and just read 24/7 for the rest of my life and lived to be 100. That was such a sobering thought. And then it hit me that I’d never walk on the moon, and I’d never win an Olympic medal, and I’d never win an Oscar. I never wanted to be an astronaut or anything, but it just dawned on me: Fuck, I’ll never walk on the moon. . . . There was a whole slew of shit that I was never going to do. And ever since then, I’ve been on a race against time.
I don’t know if I’m making clear the connection I see in these threads, but it’s about an age limit being assigned to the term emerging (read Jörg Colberg and Cara Phillips); it’s about knowing that I’m going to blink and it’ll all be over; it’s about being disappointed with myself for not getting enough done (and then being frustrated that I’m comparing myself to anyone else—read Susana Raab); it’s about feeling like half my countrymen are crazy (and realizing that they think I’m crazy, too); it’s about the hourglass running out and the future hanging in the balance; and it’s about the very real possibility that none of this even matters, and that we’re lucky if we make it to the coat closet.


October 22, 1999: Adlai Stevenson hangs in the cloakroom at the Democratic National Committee Club on Capitol Hill. Stephen Crowley/The New York Times

* If you want to be a part of it, go here for the details on how to enter the juried portion of the event and take a picture on November 4 @600 beats.

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Monday, September 29, 2008

New L.A. photography blog

Photographer J. Wesley Brown has started a new blog dedicated to the L.A. photo scene. He just got off the ground with it Friday, but it promises to be a useful resource for anyone interested in photography in the area. If you have news about L.A. photo-related shows, lectures, or other events, shoot Wes an e-mail.


Copyright © J. Wesley Brown

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Monday, September 22, 2008

America: The Gift Shop

I first became aware of Phillip Toledano’s work through Rachel Hulin on the now-defunct Shoot! The Blog. (If you haven’t seen Toledano’s project Days with My Father, be sure to check that out.) I absolutely love his new site, America: The Gift Shop. He says this, in part, about it: “Once the sugar coating of the ordinary dissolves, we are left with the hard and uncomfortable truth about where we’ve been as a nation. We buy souvenirs at the end of a trip, to remind ourselves of the experience. What do we have to remind us of the events of the last eight years?” This project is Toledano’s answer.


Abu Ghraib coffee table. Copyright © Phillip Toledano


Pre-emptive strikes. Copyright © Phillip Toledano


Abu Ghraib Bobble-head. Copyright © Phillip Toledano


Cheney shredding secret documents. Copyright © Phillip Toledano


Choc and Awe chocolate bar. Copyright © Phillip Toledano


Abdul the Amputee (Collect all 23,000). Copyright © Phillip Toledano

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Thursday, September 04, 2008

Death race

This post from Rachel Hulin over at Shoot! The Blog was just too damn good not to get a shot of.


Copyright © PhotoShelter

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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

I won (something)

In a month where my prints are bombing and at least one reader is telling me I should hang up the blog, I have to look for consolation where I can, and believe me, Andrew Hetherington’s I Heart Photographers is no consolation prize. I won a copy on Shoot! The Blog for correctly identifying Juergen Teller. Not bad.


Copyright © Andrew Hetherington

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Thursday, July 31, 2008

One reason (today) that I love Shoot! The Blog

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Choosing projects

Yesterday, I posted a few pictures from a project I’ve been thinking about for a few months: a series of portraits of kids with their babysitters. Melissa Lyttle commented and said, “But why?” Good question.

The idea for the project came to me in the car with S. (where most ideas come to me). We’d been listening to This American Life (Episode #351: “Return to Childhood 2008”), and in the first segment of the show, Alex Blumberg tries to track down Susan Jordan, who babysat Alex and his sister when Alex was 9 years old. Here’s the bit that grabbed me:
These are the things that I remember about Susan Jordan. . . . Me and Susan flipping through one of those Time-Life books: Rock ’n’ Roll through the Decades: The Sixties. She has long, brown hair. She’s incredibly skinny. It’s 1975. She’s wearing bell-bottom Levis, a faded jean jacket. She points to a picture of a bloated man in a powder-blue rhinestone jumpsuit, sitting cross-legged on a stage, before a crowd of crying women. “That’s my favorite picture of Elvis,” she says. This information seems somehow personal, and important.
This transported me back to the ’70s and ’80s, back to super-skinny Debby Jones standing in front of the full-length mirror in my parents’ bedroom, wearing a bikini, pinching herself, and saying, “Don’t I look fat?” Lisa Piaskowski, who had a crush on the cousin of one of our neighbors, and who gave us a love note to run over and put on his windshield when he was at our neighbors’ house. Suzie Dragoo, sitting on the deck, with the phone cord stretched from the wall in the kitchen, crying to one of her friends about a boy.

The years when you babysit are tumultuous ones. Everything is drama. Feelings are extreme. And you bring that into the lives of the younger kids you’re charged with watching. If a teenager babysits for one family more than a few times, the kids usually feel a connection to her. And she tells them things she might never tell her parents or her peers. Teenagers think kids don’t listen, or don’t understand. But kids are like sponges, especially when this exotic creature called a teenager comes into the house.

I like the idea of trying to look for that connection in a series of portraits. As I said in my response to Melissa, I’m just getting started in this, and I’m not sure whether it’ll go anywhere. But I usually have to try things to see if they’ll work. Maybe the portraits alone won’t do it. Maybe I would need to incorporate words or kids’ drawings. Or maybe I’d need to change it up and, instead of doing more formal portraits, take more candid shots (the way I did with my sister’s wedding). I don’t know yet, but I like posting things that are in progress, not fully formed or defined, because I think there’s something to be gleaned there about the process.

Rob Haggart posted today about the importance of choosing a subject. He quotes from a Guardian article in which Elisabeth Biondi, visuals editor of The New Yorker, talking about photographer Pieter Hugo, says, “Some people have said to me that Pieter’s subject is so dramatic that it would be hard to take a bad picture . . . but, you know, a photographer chooses his subjects, and that, too, is an important part of having a great eye. Photographers go where their instinct leads them and then try and work out their fascination for the subject through the photographs they take.”

What we don’t often see are the starts and stops, the missteps, the things that don’t go anywhere. I work out what I think by writing. I work out what I feel by photographing. I don’t know yet what I feel about this subject, or whether the depth of my feeling will be substantial enough to take me anywhere. But I’m interested enough to try.

For what it’s worth, I’ve been thinking a lot about my In Store series, about why it doesn’t work for me, why it’s stalled. I think there are two key reasons. One of them is that the idea occurred to me as a concept, a theme, something I could get my hands around. I do think the proliferation of storage facilities says something about our culture. And I think it’s an interesting story. But I have no connection to storage facilities myself. I don’t have stuff in storage. I have a tiny apartment and comparatively little stuff.

This is not to say that all photographers must have a personal connection to their subjects in order to make great photos. It’s just that I think I’m at my best—in writing, in photography—when I make it personal. If I’m not feeling anything, something’s wrong.

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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

The cart and the horse

Reading Heather Morton’s blog last week, in the 30-square-foot “business center” of the Comfort Inn in Guilford, Connecticut, I came across this, from Sandi Gidluck (associate creative director at Young & Rubicam in Toronto):
fine art = solving personal challenges and issues in a creative way. Expressing personal ideas. And the public sees the final complete piece. Then they critique it.

commercial art = solving business challenges and issues in a creative way. Expressing targeted ideas. And everyone sees the birth, process and final piece, the whole time critiquing it all the way through. And then again when it goes public.
And I realized that, in beginning the pursuit of editorial work, I have been putting the cart before the horse.


Copyright © 2008 Liz Kuball

At this point, let’s be blunt: Why would a magazine hire me, when there are a thousand other already experienced editorial photographers out there and/or up-and-coming photographers who are committed to the concept of shooting editorially? Don’t get me wrong—I fully appreciate the professional editorial photographers, the ones who can take an assignment and turn it into something miraculous, or at least something worthy of tearing out and taping to the wall. But I spend 40+ hours a week executing someone else’s vision in my day job; I don’t want to be doing that in my photography. The photographers I look up to are everyone from (oh, you know I’m going to say it) Alec Soth to Nick Waplington to Jessica Dimmock, along with a whole slew of others.

I loved seeing Alec’s photos in the Telegraph (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4).






And I loved Nick Waplington’s work and Jessica Dimmock’s work in Wired.

But take Alec as a case study: He was shooting portraits of sheep in Minnesota before he started working on Sleeping by the Mississippi. The bulk of his first book project was made in 2002, a decade after he graduated from Sarah Lawrence. That means he spent 10 years working at projects that didn’t go anywhere before the Mississippi project really took off for him. He wasn’t shooting editorially during this time; he was working on his own projects (and at a day job). Now, having achieved remarkable success with his art, he’s doing some editorial and commercial work.

I’m not suggesting that there’s one right path, or that those like Kate Hutchinson (who supports herself with her editorial work and teaching, and does her personal projects, too) aren’t just as admirable. I’m just saying that I want to focus on my personal projects first, before I try to do anything editorially or commercially.

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Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Interview: Allison V. Smith

I’ve heard Allison V. Smith’s name in the blogosphere here or there, and I finally spent some time on her blog and ordered her zine, and I am officially a huge fan. She’s seriously good. I had some questions for her, and she was kind enough to let me post our conversation here.


Copyright © Allison V. Smith

Liz: So, looking over your résumé, it seems like you had your start in journalism, and you’re now working as an editorial photographer and doing your personal projects, too. What’s your background? What’s your story? Where’d you go to school? How did you get where you are today?

Allison: I’ve known I wanted to be a photographer since I was 15. I’m the youngest of five and it wasn’t very easy finding my voice within my large, active family. As soon as I discovered photography, I had my own way to communicate. My 10th-grade photo teacher exposed us to Diane Arbus, Cindy Sherman, Lee Friedlander, Walker Evans. She would give us assignments specifically based on photographers—“Go shoot a Cindy Sherman portrait,” etc. I could not get enough of photography.

Frustrated with college, I took a year off and studied at the Maine Photographic Workshops in the fall and then interned at the now-defunct Dallas Times Herald in the spring. It was a very important year for my photography. It was that year that I knew I wanted to make pictures for a living. Newspaper photography seemed to be the answer. It would feed my need to photograph daily and to be published. I finished college at SMU in Dallas and immediately started working for newspapers. I worked as an intern and full-time at seven newspapers over 15 years. It was an amazing time to be a newspaper photojournalist—experience and knowledge that I will never forget! But I knew I wanted more.

In 2004, I quit to pursue freelance photography and my own personal artwork. Today my freelance work for magazines and newspapers supports me as a fine-art photographer. I’m represented in Dallas at the Barry Whistler Gallery, known for showing contemporary Texas artists. The Dallas Museum of Art and The Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, both purchased two images from my last show at the Barry Whistler Gallery in 2006.


Copyright © Allison V. Smith

L: Do you find that living in Dallas (i.e., anywhere outside New York), it’s harder or easier to get work? Does location even matter?

A: I am a half-breed. I am half-Texan, half-Maine. I hope to live both places someday. For now, Dallas is a wonderful place to live and work. I’m a laid-back Texan, and it definitely suits my personality—not to mention that the artists’ scene in Texas and especially Dallas is very supportive and a great place to be.


Copyright © Allison V. Smith

L: Do you shoot medium-format? Digital? Strictly film? Whatever works? Does that kind of stuff interest you, or is the equipment kind of ancillary? (I read an interview with Eggleston where he said he just picked up whichever camera was around when he walked out the door. Seemed really random.)

A: I shoot it all. I have digital for mostly freelance jobs. I shoot Hasselblad and Lomo and Widelux for myself. Occasionally, a client will ask me to shoot with one of my film cameras for an assignment.


Copyright © Allison V. Smith

L: I’ve been working a lot lately (in my mind, on my blog) on developing my vision (for lack of a better word), my style, my whatever you want to call it. I think this all relates to knowing what matters to me, figuring out what I want to photograph. It’s all tied together. Part of what I love about your zine is how cohesive it is. It includes a wide variety of photos, but they all hang together really well and seem to be talking the same language. Did that just happen for you, or did you work at it? Either way, how?

A: I think it is for sure something that has developed over time. I work hard at improving all the time. My 96-year-old grandfather taught me that you never stop growing and evolving as a person or an artist. Part of my zine was an effort to loosen up my style, not worry so much about making the composition perfect. It has been a great exercise for me.


Copyright © Allison V. Smith


Copyright © Allison V. Smith

L: Do you feel like you get pigeonholed in a particular genre? I mean, are you known as an editorial photographer, or a fine-art photographer, or both? Do you feel like people are open to blurring boundaries? Maybe I’ve just been watching too much CNN, but I heard James Carville the other day talking about how if a politician doesn’t define himself, someone else will define him, so you need to control the message. I hate the way that sounds (Carville’s voice is ringing in my ears), but I think there’s something to be said for the fact that people do like to categorize and define each other. Is there a way to avoid that as a photographer? Or do you just say, “Fuck it,” and do what you want and screw what people think you are (or aren’t)?

A: I think about this all the time. You know people in the art world don’t quite appreciate newspaper photographers the way I think they should be respected. There are some amazing photographers out there—Damon Winter, Mona Reeder, David Leeson—all of whom I consider some of the best photographers in the country. Yet, you never see their names outside the newspaper worlds. Damon is, hands down, one of the finest portrait photographers there is, and besides seeing his credit in The New York Times, you never see his name. So this makes me mad and it kind of gives me the attitude of, “Fuck it.” I am just going to be who I am. I am going to continue working for clients who are wonderful to work for, who hire me for my vision rather than tell me how to shoot something. I am going to continue to shoot for myself, and I hope for more beautiful exhibits in the future. I am going to continue to make zines and postcards. I am going to continue to shoot for myself as often as I possibly can because, in the end, I love photography. I love photographers and photo books. It’s who I am, what I am.


Copyright © Allison V. Smith

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Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Um, yeah

Oh, come on. If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, you couldn’t possibly have expected me to hang it up for very long, could you?

I had every intention of staying away for the summer, or at least through mid-July. As I alluded to in my last post, I was wrestling with a couple issues. First, there was the very real sense that I was spending too much time reading other people’s blogs, and I’m not going to argue that. There are simply a ton of interesting blogs and interesting photographers out there, and moderation and I have never been acquaintances, much less friends. In other words, I was bingeing on blogs and I had a serious hangover. And in the midst of that hangover, I wasn’t differentiating clearly between reading dozens of other blogs, and writing my own. It was like getting drunk on alcohol and swearing off milk.

I wrote that post and waited a couple days to publish it, to make sure I meant what I said. I didn’t want to be all melodramatic and declare my blog over, only to regret it the next day. (It always sucks to have to call your boyfriend the morning after a big fight and say, “Oh, so when I broke up with you? Yeah, I didn’t know what I was saying. We’re good now, right?”) I think I knew, deep down (and S. knew it when I read him the draft, and after I published the post), that I love blogging. Not because of all the reasons I was worried about loving it—not because I was getting more hits or more e-mails from readers or more recognition (and believe me, it’s not like I have, or—so far—deserve, that much). But because this blog is, and always has been for me, a place where I can work out my own thoughts and feelings—whether frustration or excitement or confusion or anger or even, god forbid, the occasional (and short-lived) bout of ennui. Often, I’ve come to some important realization about my work, or myself, through writing this blog. (When I don’t figure out what I think about a subject by talking about it, I figure it out by writing about it.)

I am not not photographing because of my blog—if I were publishing as much as Rachel Hulin does over on the PhotoShelter blog, maybe I could use that excuse. In fact, I’m not not photographing at all. I am photographing. I’m not taking three-week trips down the Mississippi, but I’m snatching the time where I can every day. That’s what I can do right now, and that works for me.

So I’m back, with my list of blogs in my Google Reader dramatically reduced, eager anticipation of the new edition of The Americans set to be delivered from photo-eye on Friday, and new images in my camera. Now is the time to “stop focusing on the quantity of work that’s out there and focus on the work that matters to me.” But this is part of the work that matters to me, and it only took four days—and a publicly declared, self-imposed break—to make me realize that.

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Saturday, May 31, 2008

Now is the time

A while ago, I turned off comments on my blog. I was sick of them, frankly. Sick of the reminder that people were out there reading my words. That seems naïve, I know. You publish a blog, you post regularly, and you get readers—that’s the way it works. But nevertheless, I started finding even the most innocuous comments an intrusion, as awful as that sounds. (I should be so lucky to have readers—how could I turn on them in this way?)

I realized yesterday—or maybe the realization finally crystallized—that my desire to turn off the comments was less about turning off the comments and more about stepping away from the blog and the world of blogs.

It is so easy, when your Google Reader is always full of excellent photographs, to feel as though the rest of the world is producing constantly, consistently, at a level you’re simply incapable of. It’s almost as if all the photographers whose blogs I read have become one photographer in my mind, and that one photographer never stops, never has to work, never gets sick or lacks inspiration. I know this isn’t true, of course—know that they all have their own struggles, that they all work hard to produce the work they do. But when all you see are the beautiful photographs, it’s hard to keep that in mind.

When S. and I were first together, I clung to him. Not literally, but so figuratively that it was almost literal. I was afraid that if I passed up one opportunity to spend time with him, one of two things would happen: (1) He would find someone else, or (2) he would die, and the last memory I would have would be of my saying no. The first fear came from years of insecurity, plus a cheating boyfriend or two for good measure. The second came from early losses in my life, as well as the very real fact that he’s simply an age at which people die without eliciting shocked gasps from those who read their obituaries. The why—on both counts—is less important than the what, and the what is less important than the effect it had on me, and on our relationship.

At some point in the past couple years, and honestly it’s been more of an evolution than the result of some turning point, I realized he loved me, and that I didn’t have to hold on so tight, that if he found someone else, well, that would be his loss, and if he died, well, that would be mine, but either way, I can’t control it. And it’s been so much better, in every way, since.

All of which is a way of saying that I’m feeling clingy with the blog. Feeling lucky to have drawn in some readers, and not wanting to lose them by not posting regularly. Feeling lucky to have gotten a tiny bit of attention for my work, and not wanting to lose that by not producing more. And not only that, but what if I don’t read all the other blogs out there? What if I miss out on something brilliant, something important, something crucial to my education as a photographer?

It’s time to let go. To stop focusing on the quantity of work that’s out there and focus on the work that matters to me. (Thanks, Ben, for that reminder.) To have faith that, if and when I start back up—whether that’s a week from now, a month from now, or longer—you’ll find me again. And if you don’t, I can’t control that. It’s time to focus on what I can control—my work—and nothing more.

I’m not sure when I’ll be back. Keep me in your Google Reader (or add me if I’m not already there), and chances are, my name will be bold all over again someday, and I’ll have something new to add to the conversation, some new light to shed, some new work to share. Until then, I’ll make like Alec and leave you with some words—Eastman, though, not Whitman:
Now it is day.
The sun is up.
Now is the time
for all dogs to get up.

“Get up!”
It is day.
Time to get going.
Go, dogs. Go!

—P. D. Eastman (from Go, Dog. Go!)

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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

A very vulnerable thing

Thanks to a late-night e-mail from Susana Raab, I caught Jhumpa Lahiri on Charlie Rose last night, and that led me to reading some online interviews with her this afternoon. In one, at The Atlantic, she said:
It’s easy for me to think, “Why am I doing this? There are so many great writers and great books—what’s the point?” I can get into that mindframe pretty easily, and the more I see that this or that book is coming out, the more easily I go into a very scared place. I know that about myself. I feel protective of my work. And the ability to stay focused is a very vulnerable thing.
Blew my mind. In another interview, she said that she doesn’t have Internet access on her computer and has only really been online looking over other people’s shoulders. (The interview was from 1999, so maybe things have changed for her in the time since then, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they hadn’t.)

I love blogging, love that someone I met through blogging contacted me through e-mail to tell me about an interview with a writer I’d posted about here. But sometimes I read about other photographers and all they’re accomplishing, and I just want to shut down, forget the rest of the world, and live only in my own.

I haven’t yet ruled that out.

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Sunday, April 27, 2008

New Simon Roberts project

I’m a huge fan of Simon Roberts’s Motherland—it was my favorite photo book of 2007—so I was absolutely thrilled to read on Hipshots about Simon’s new project, We English, and the accompanying Web site and blog. I’m long overdue for a trip to England, and as I’m skint, the closest I’ll get to being there is reading a blog that makes use of the word whilst. Hats off to Simon for braving the high petrol prices (currently £1.10 per liter, or approximately $8.25 per gallon) in a motor home, sponsorship or not.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008

Interview: Susana Raab

You gotta love Susana Raab. Here’s why.

Liz: I first heard about you on Amy Stein’s blog, where Amy mentioned she’d hung out with you at PHotoEspana, and I figured, “Hell, if Amy likes her, she must be a swell gal.” I checked out your Web site and blog, and you were my new photo hero, a working photographer, making your living through your work, and also producing personal projects that were getting you to Spain and all over the world. Why don’t you start off by telling me how you got into photography in the first place? I think I remember that we’re both English majors (well, I know I was an English major, and I think you were, too). How did you get from English to photography?

Susana: I spent a lot of time out of college trying to figure out what I wanted to do. I had switched from a business major (which my mother had urged me to be—“How else will you get a job?”—oh, the irony of that statement now!) to English after I was flunking out of econ and stats from total apathy. Ended up finishing my major in three semesters with close to a 4.0 and really being enthused about my coursework again. Growing up, I was pretty much a latchkey kid, moving every two years till junior high, and, as a result, I spent an inordinate amount of time in my room reading and not really pursuing any other interests. As a result, when I graduated from college, I had no clue what I wanted to do or how to determine it.

Returning to Northern Virginia, I took a job working at the National Beer Wholesalers’ Association, which at the time, as a recent post-grad, sounded way cooler than it was; revisionist history being what it is, I see it now for what it was: a desperate attempt to pay rent at any cost.

Knowing I had to figure something out, I fell back into English, taking grad classes at night, and deciding to move across the country to Eugene, Oregon, to pursue a graduate degree in English there. (Two out of my four best years as a kid were spent in Eugene, Oregon, and I think I was drawn there to sort of recapture what I thought of as my Edenic moment.)

About a year in, writing a paper on Foucault and madness, I began to feel slightly mad, realized I was enjoying the literary theory too much and to what purpose? Didn’t want to get a job teaching freshman English in BFE. Stumbled upon a book by Howard Chapnick, Black Star agency founder, entitled Truth Needs No Ally, and realized that, through photojournalism, I could combine my love of words, narratives, social utility, and art.

Started taking classes in photography at the local community college, dropped out of grad school, skied, camped, hiked, joined the Peace Corps, dispatched to Outer Mongolia, and, when I returned to the D.C. area, I started working for local newspapers, which led to an internship and job at Roll Call, a newspaper that covers Congress, which led to a full-time non-staff position at The New York Times D.C. bureau, freelancing for major pubs, which led to grad school for a self-imposed timeout and a reinvention of myself as a photographer, a process which will probably continue till I die. As you can see, it’s been a long and winding road.


Copyright © Susana Raab

L: I have a master’s in writing from USC, and though I’m glad I was there (because of the people I met), I graduated with $40,000 in student loans and the realization that I didn’t want to be a writer. To me, grad school seemed like a way to force people to write who weren’t writing on their own. Some people I went to school with are writing and publishing; but more of them are just working day jobs, paying off their student loans, and talking about how they haven’t written much lately. You got your master’s from Ohio University’s School of Visual Communications. What made you decide to go back to get your master’s? What are your thoughts about grad school for photography in general? Do you recommend it? Why or why not? What purpose does it serve?

S: I was really burning out on D.C. photojournalism, covering Congress and the White House, that feeling of being so cool because you were traveling on Air Force One, landing in some small town and walking in a giant pool, colleagues in the bubble being rude to local press, being pushed by and screamed at, “Go pool!” by twentysomething White House staffers, evaluating your photography in comparison to what 30 other people had shot, from virtually the same angle, being asked every evening, “Do you have something that matches the wires?” This was really not for me. I really value not foregrounding one’s ego, being nice to people, regardless of status, byline, or who made the front page of The Washington Post. Don’t get me wrong—it was a fantastic experience, and I’m grateful for the opportunity. I have many fond memories, but I wanted to put more of me into my shots (I mean my thinking, my personality—this might be ego?). I have a lot of respect for the photographers who make their living this way, there are some excellent and nice ones, it’s just not for everyone. It was a fantastic training ground, and I was privileged to learn so much, technically, how to handle situations, how to work a scene, how to work fast, and, of course, the caliber of the people I was working with was super-high. I also was able to meet a lot of extraordinary human beings. So no regrets, but it was time to leave.

Grad school for me was my hall pass. I got out of D.C. I could focus on what I wanted to shoot and how I wanted to shoot it. Moving to Appalachian Ohio was a complete paradigm shift, but moving all the time growing up, and spending that time in Mongolia, I really look forward to new environments and am pretty happy anywhere. My tolerance for ambiguity is infinite. A friend of mine, a noted Magnum photographer, advised me to just go the workshop route instead, so before I went to grad school I took a workshop with another noted Magnum photographer. The other photographer also reinforced the feeling that grad school was for people who didn’t know what they wanted to do. This may be true. But for me, grad school was incredibly more rewarding than that seven-day workshop (though I am not against workshops at all—had a fabulous experience at the Missouri Photo Workshop, and am looking for a good one for this year for a little recharge). But in grad school (OU’s VisCom program does a great job of funding—I have no debt), I really became free. I shot medium format exclusively, when I could; I began my Consumed and Off-Season projects; I learned audio, multimedia; and I was free. Free! I drove all over Appalachian Ohio—I loved it! I loved the landscape, the people, the quirkiness, the accessibility. I was inspired by walking into class and being forced to come up with story ideas all the time. It was fabulous being in this cocoon of photography—I didn’t make the connections I would have had I been in NYC, but it was a nurturing, productive period in my life, to which I would return in a second.


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So I don’t know what to say about grad school and photography, really. My time in grad school for English ultimately created a great antipathy in me about theorizing, etc. Words, words, words. I’m into narratives—in this sense, I like words. But this ivory-tower navel-gazing is not for me. And I don’t mean any disrespect by this. I am very much a live-and-let-live person, and I accept that much of contemporary art is entangled in this sort of theoretical construct that gives it meaning. I can’t fight it, nor am I interested in doing so. It is simply not for me. If I die obscure and irrelevant because of my refusal to participate in this process, so be it. I am what I am. So I don’t think I would have been a good match for more of an art school, in that sense, as I’m kind of a just-stop-talking-about-it-and-get-out-and-do-it person. Of course, the nature of my work is different from that of contemporary art photographers, so different bodies of work obviously have different modalities. I complete embrace the diversity of expression—I’m just not going to talk a lot of hooey about my work. (Kidding!) That said, I do employ metaphor and symbolism in my work. Living under the shadow of the Washington Monument, I am very phallo-sensitivo. Oh, sorry—off topic!

Okay, back to grad school. I mean, I think it really depends upon the individual and what they are trying to do. I think that the reason I went back is not a common one. And in my program, the majority of students just wanted to get into photography in the first place. I think what is helpful about going back as a more mature student (and I say this pronounced like couture) is that, generally, you know what you want out of it, you have something to say, and you’re just trying to find the proper tools to employ in the expression. In any graduate-school endeavor, I think it’s best to go and get some “real-life experience” and live a little (or a lot) before rushing into grad school. You do learn a lot along the way. Everything I have done informs me now.


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L: What personal projects are you working on now? And what are you hoping to do down the road? Do you want to continue working editorially? Teach? Publish a book? Have a solo show at MOMA? Be copied by every young photographer?

S: I’m a bit pathetic in that I will continue to work on Consumed and Off-Season. I leave them for months—months!—and then will one day be inspired and go back to it. I would love to make Consumed into a book in a couple of years. Off-Season is going to be a longer endeavor. I am always in awe of these photographers who can pull these two-day projects out of their hat and make a fabulous book. This is not me, alas. I started this other project, an homage to my English background, A Sense of Place, on dead writers’ homes. Totally different, and doesn’t appeal to the same people who like my other stuff, generally, but you know, I got to mix it up. I’m a peripatetic person and that extends to my vision. Some projects are poignant, some ironic and humorous. I don’t wake up in the same mood every day. This is probably not the best career choice. But I gotta photograph for me.


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One year, at Review Santa Fe, I was lucky to be reviewed by the remarkable Bill Witliff, a very generous soul. He looked at my Consumed work and said, “You have to keep shooting with your heart and not with your head.” And at the time, I thought I was shooting with my head, because at last I was putting something of myself into the photographs, rather than recording history (not that the two are necessarily exclusive—I was just not adept at this at the time), and then, months later, I realized he was right, it was all coming from the heart. Every bit of it. So this is why I do what I want to do, because I struggled for a loooong time to realize what I wanted to do, and to deny it now would be ungrateful.

I’ve got a lot of project ideas rolling around the old squash. I’d like to do one in D.C. It’s so ridiculous to live in this town that is fecund with nascent projects and to instead spend $500 in gas getting to another idea a thousand miles away. Plus, I think it’s very underrepresented in a wider pictorial sense. Andy Cutraro did a nice project last year on the two faces of D.C. along Pennsylvania Avenue that put all us documentary D.C. photogs to shame. I think it’s pretty common for us to overlook our backyard.

I’m starting another one in Peru—was lucky to get an assignment while away that jibed perfectly with a project I’m developing there. I love working editorially, even though at times, I do feel like a waitress with a camera (in the sense that you’re fulfilling an order without a budget that gives you the gift of time to think). I’ve worked enough jobs I really hated to be grateful to be paid for one that, 75 percent of the time, is fantastic.

One day I would love to teach, too. I really enjoy meeting with students and fomenting ideas, inspiring and being inspired. I love sharing—it’s the basis of art, isn’t it? But I’m traveling too much right now to teach, so that will have to wait.

Solo show at MOMA? That’ll be the day! Wouldn’t say no, of course! But it’s not on my inspiration board, at the moment. I’m super-grateful to be working and have the time to do my personal work and have it get some recognition. It’s going to happen, but for me the most important thing is producing the work. Of course, you have to get the work out there. No use doing all this work and dying on the vine. But it’s just much more fun to produce.


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L: I just got a $37.50 store credit from photo-eye. What one photo book should I put that money toward buying? And why?

S: I have to say, I am often more inspired by reading the biographies of artists. Nothing like witnessing thirdhand a good struggle to really buck you up and get you out there. For ejemplo: Did you know Willem de Kooning didn’t have his first solo show till he was well in into his 40s? And you know, I love looking at others peoples’ work, photographers/artists, but I gotta say: Invest in yourself. Buy yourself some gas, film, or fund some time, whatever you have to do to make it happen for you.

If you insist on purchasing a book, I’d say Lars Tunbjork’s Office. Mundane hilarity. Making something out of nothing. The inseparability of humor and tragedy. Not taking the easy way out.

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Friday, April 18, 2008

Revisited

I’ve gotten some play (here and here) with this image from my South of Cota series, but the more I look at it, the more I think it could be better.


Copyright © 2007 Liz Kuball

I was looking for a marine-layer day, and I was hoping I wouldn’t have to wait for June gloom to get one. Lucky for me, we were socked in with it this morning, so I tried a few more shots. I think I like them better than the original, but I’m still weighing it and also trying to figure out which of these two I prefer.

I don’t know what I’d do if these people ever trimmed their trees any other way.


Copyright © 2008 Liz Kuball


Copyright © 2008 Liz Kuball

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Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Interview: Michael David Murphy

Today’s interview subject, Michael David Murphy, is the guy behind 2point8, a great photo blog with an emphasis on street photography.

Liz: When I first found your blog, I fell in love with the Ways of Working posts that you did. I was terrified of photographing people, especially strangers, and you laid it all out there in a way that made sense to me—almost like a playbook. Have you always been a street photographer? Or did you have to work up the courage to photograph people on the street?

Michael: Ways of Working came about because I didn’t know anyone in San Francisco who was as fired up about photography as I was, so I figured I’d shoot and take notes and share my thoughts with whoever might find them valuable, and maybe I’d learn something myself along the way. I was hoping they’d read like a playbook, of sorts.

Photography guards its secrets, and I’m pro-transparency, especially when it reveals failure. So I was photographing a lot, and failing, and that led me to textually explore the hows and whys of what worked and what didn’t. I was teaching myself how to photograph in two ways: on the street with my camera, and after, in words (and at the library). Each helped me grow, equally.

On the courage front, I’ve fabricated a kind of bluster, which works in a pinch. Courage implies a fear of something that needs to be conquered. If you don’t think things are scary, there’s no fear. So generally, I don’t consider any of it scary, so I don’t have any fear. This did not come naturally, though.

I like people enough, I suppose, but I came to photography via big love for Ross McElwee, the Maysles, Chris Marker, Les Blank, and Barbara Kopple. I like dealing with people when they’re filtered by incredible editors, be they filmmakers or photographers. Up close, we’re a difficult and squirrelly bunch. The rub is, to get gold, you have to get in there and at least try to play the social game, even if you’re dressed like Joel Meyerowitz. [Michael provided a link to a post in which he pointed to a video of Meyerowitz shooting. I liked the video so much I’m posting it here. And if you’re a real Joel junkie, you may be interested in listening to an interview that Ibarionex Perello did with him.—Ed.]



L: What is it about street photography that you like? What are you looking for on the street? Which street photographers do you admire most and why?

M: Street photography is sport. Not like duck hunting or archery, more like soccer or basketball or even boxing. At its root for me, it’s a physical exploration. I may not run all over the place bobbing and weaving, but the success of street photographs has everything to do with getting your body in the right place at the right time so that your skill as a photographer can do the rest of the job, whether it’s a perfect-moment kind of picture, or something slower, borne of conversation with a stranger.

It’s about your eye, but it’s also about your ability to haul yourself through space so you can use your skill, dumb luck, and foresight to get the picture. It’s like catching a pass—you plan it out, predict where the ball’s going to be, make last-minute adjustments, and hope you’re not going to run smack into the fullback.

Accordingly, I started photographing on the street after sustaining three concussions playing soccer. I think there was a bike wreck in there, too. The concussions slowed me down, and my little Nikon digital was beginning to interest me. I enjoyed photographing, but I wanted to push myself to shoot more than the typical photo fodder of dogs, flowers, and fireworks.

My favorite pictures from then (2001–2002) were from photographers who’d begun publishing on the Web. (This is the first round of “photo-bloggers,” who will always be the real photo-bloggers, to me.) Eliot Shepard, Lucas Shuman, Todd Gross, Mark Powell. The more I looked at Eliot’s and Mark’s work, the more I knew what I liked, and the more inspired I became to take a wide look at the whole history of photography.

I’m most impressed by photographers who’ve cut their teeth on the street, but have “graduated,” like Mitch Epstein. My favorites shoot like I do (vice versa, most likely), and embrace the imperfections of flux. Lars Tunbjork, Tod Papageorge, Mark Steinmetz, Martin Parr (at times), Rosalind Solomon, Larry Fink, Brian Finke, Susan Meiselas. I look at Garry Winogrand’s Public Relations more than most. Some Meyerowitz. And then there’s Joel Sternfeld, whether or not he fits that mold.


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L: I think I read that you were working for Atlanta Celebrates Photography. Do you want to talk a little about what that is and what you do there? How do you fit in your own photographic work with the day job?

M: We put together a city-wide, monthlong photography festival in Atlanta at nearly 200 venues during the month of October. We have lectures, openings, public-art projects, portfolio reviews, a film series, educational programs, and more. I’m the program manager there. We’re a two-person nonprofit, with volunteers and a fantastic board of directors. October’s an exhilarating whirlwind. Ya’ll should come down, or over!

As a photographer, I’m lucky to have a schedule that allows me to shoot when I need to shoot, which is a luxury after a corporate career. I owe it to Jason Fulford, who curated the public-art project Paper Placemats (ATL) for ACP last year. He chose a picture of mine for the project, and gave me the heads-up about the organization. I was new in town, came aboard, and it’s all worked out nicely. Check out ACP Now!, our corner of the photo-blog universe.


Copyright © Michael David Murphy

L: Where are you going with your photography? What’s on your wish list in terms of your photo work?

M: Street photography is a hamster wheel. It’s a limitless game of limitations. I’m as fascinated by it as I was by poetry, because it’s both proscriptive and infinite. It’s what you make of it. Because it’s fairly prohibitive here in Atlanta (pedestrian culture: slim to none), I’m heading in other directions, which has been a surprise bonus since leaving San Francisco.

I’ve been shooting the campaign trail here through the South, since November. I have a few Atlanta-specific projects in process that I’ve been shooting with a 4 x 5. Portraits, even!

Wishes:
  • Find a unique, original space to hang So Help Me. . . on election eve in November. I’ve been recording speeches on the campaign trail, while shooting. I want to hang a show of all the campaign work I’ve been shooting, and flood the space with swirling audio, red/white/blue bunting, TVs showing election returns, all held together by fantastic prints. My inner military brat might rupture after an evening like that. Go, team!
  • Publish the book version of unphotographable.com.
  • Build a new project called blinding.us.
  • Long term and impractical: Write the book that needs to be written about Winogrand, with or without permission.

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L: I just got a $37.50 store credit from photo-eye. What one photo book should I put that money toward buying? And why?

M: Cancel the credit and spend it on home or renter’s insurance! Take an hour and write down each and every serial number for every item of equipment you own. When we were robbed a few months ago, I wished I had one sheet of paper with all that info, so I could get on the phone with insurance and start demanding replacement cash, stat.

If not insurance, get Sternfeld’s On This Site. There are good books, and then there’s that book, which is so good it’s frightening. That book’s a long, satisfying punch in the face. Every time I have a copy, I give it away to someone and have to find another. It’s my photo-book hot potato.

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Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Knee socks and saddle shoes

I posted today congratulating a variety of photographers whose work I admire, respect, and in some cases love, all of whom were included in A Photo Editor’s Flickr pool. Over a thousand people submitted two images, and on the basis of these two images, Rob Haggart chose 276 people to be featured in a slide show that he’ll advertise to photo editors and buyers. Any way you look at it, it’s a great opportunity. And my congratulations to the people I mentioned, and to everyone else included, were sincere.

Here’s where I need to come clean: Sure, I’m happy for them. But as I said to S. in the parking lot of the Summerland post office today, “I’m sick of being everybody’s runner-up.”

On the drive down to L.A., I second-guessed my choice of images, and when I was done with that, I second-guessed myself. By the time I was getting off the 10 at Normandie Street, I was actually scouting locations for that cardboard box I’ll be living in someday. The refrain running through my mind: I suck.

I’m not looking to be propped up with support or “Hang in there, Liz” or “What does Haggart know?” (This is not like my mom saying, “I guess I’m just a horrible mother” so that my sisters and I would say, “No, Mom, you’re great!”) So don’t even bother with comments like that. I just want to be honest: I’m not all “Rah-rah! Go team!”, at least not all the time.

And yes, I know, it’s just one guy’s opinion. Today Cara Phillips quotes from Jezebel, where a former model says, “My shoulders, too broad for one client, will be criticized for their narrowness by another,” and that’s a good analogy for photography (and much of life). But I’m starting to feel like my shoulders aren’t to anybody’s liking except my own. Yeah, yeah, I’m the only one who matters. But let’s get serious: That’s bullshit, and we all know it. Sure, we photograph first to please ourselves, but we do it as much, if not more, for other people. Otherwise, we’d all be content to keep negatives in shoeboxes or RAW files on hard drives. And we’re not. I’m not.

I want to be on the field, not holding pom-poms on the sideline.

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Sunday, April 06, 2008

Interview: Greg Wasserstrom

One of my all-time favorite bloggers I’ve never met is Greg Wasserstrom. As I told him when I e-mailed my list of questions, I see him as part of a younger generation of photographers, many of whom seem Serious (with a capital S), and he doesn’t. I don’t mean that his work isn’t serious or that he’s not serious about his work; I mean that he doesn’t take himself too seriously, and I dig that.

On to the interview.

Liz: I love your project The Doldrums. It feels really cohesive in its disjointedness to me, like there’s a madness with a method underneath. Is that intentional, or does it just come out that way? I tend to be worried about drawing connections between images, and you seem not to be burdened with any of that, and it works so well. I guess I’m curious how you do it, if that’s even answerable.

Greg: I’m really happy to hear you say Doldrums feels cohesive. Having lived through all the moments the series presents, it certainly feels cohesive to me, but I’ve shown it to a couple gallerists who didn’t agree. But I do feel that these images are inherently tied together and that they are part of an ongoing body of work. The series is about the last few months before I moved from D.C., so I added the subtitle “A Fractional Portrait of the Nation’s Capital.” I think that helps make sense of it for people who don’t see what I’m getting at at first (or second) glance.

At the same time though, I kind of don’t give a shit about traditional organizing principles. Not that there’s anything wrong with creating work in a more project-based way. If that was a process that came naturally to me, I would assuredly use it. But I don’t think like that. I just shoot, and then the art is in the editing. So, in a certain sense, they all are just a bunch of one-off snapshots thrown together. But they create a sort of nonlinear narrative about me and the space I inhabit. If that doesn’t appeal, I don’t blame you. My life isn’t exactly the most fascinating.

But I hope to make work that that’s both personal and socially revealing. Looking at my life and what’s going on around me always makes me think that it’s totally insane that we live in a system that can support kids like me. So I want to try and do things that are sort of self-conscious chronicles of this particular historic moment; something that’s immersed in it all, but always cognizant of the giant thundercloud that’s hanging over this entire period of history.

But even if you don’t buy that, I think that my way of seeing comes across loud and clear. It all serves as a chronicle of depression if nothing else. So one way or another, I think it’s the autobiographical nature of what I do and the inescapable point of view I bring to it that links my work together—at least in my eyes.


Copyright © Greg Wasserstrom

L: How did you get started in photography? What made you want to be a photographer? And you write, too, from what I read on your blog, so how do you mesh the two interests in your life? Do you see yourself more as a photographer or as a writer? Do you want to find a way to combine them more directly?

G: Oh, gosh. I really have been using a camera in some form or other since I was a pretty little kid. I always loved taking pictures when we were on vacation growing up and practically begged my parents for my own camera. They were always really hesitant to give me anything of the sort because I’ve never been very good at keeping things nice. I went through quite a few. I have no idea what happened to all the pictures. I would love to take a look at them now, especially since my way of working has come pretty much full circle.

I got into stop-motion animation when I was 10 or 11, which developed into an interest in video art by the time I was going into high school. I got into still photography around the time I was graduating. The common thread here, I think, is that these are all ways to make art without having to have, say, fine motor skills or other abilities demanded by other forms of visual art. Also, I’m an incredibly analytical person, and I think I’m drawn to the photograph because of its capacity for symbolism. Photographs are interesting, I think, when they add up to depict something much larger than what’s within any individual frame.

That’s how my photography relates to what I write; I’m a political blogger, so my job is to provide commentary, which is what I also try and do with my pictures. So I don’t really see myself as some hybrid of a writer and photographer. I think of myself more as a kind of social observer working across a couple of different mediums. I would love nothing more than to combine these two things directly; they’re the same thing as far as I’m concerned, so I’ve been experimenting with different ways to do this in a kind of interesting or innovative way. To that end, I’m sort of looking to Wolfgang Tillmans and Dash Snow and the way both incorporate news clippings and other text into their work. I’m getting closer, I think.


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L: When you think about photography, do you see it more as a craft or an art? I’m thinking of woodworkers, for example—they can make beautiful things, but they probably still see themselves as craftspeople more than artists. Maybe it’s a moot point, actually. I don’t know . . . scrap this question if it doesn’t do anything for you.

G: I don’t think I could dare to classify an entire medium as one thing or another. I’ve seen wedding photographs that I’ve really loved. And I’ve seen photographs on the walls of museums that make me vomit in my mouth a little. I suppose it has a bit to do with what kind of pictures are being taken and the attitude of the photographer about her own work. All the boundaries are really blurry. But when I think of photography as craft, I think of the guy who takes pictures at Little League games for the newsletter or something, all the way up through certain approaches to photojournalism and some commercial photography. But things are what we make of them, really.


Copyright © Greg Wasserstrom

L: Do you have any specific goals for your photography? Where do you want to go with it? (I sound like a college admissions counselor all of a sudden.) I mean, are you thinking you want to remain in the art world, focus on gallery shows, maybe a book someday, teach, etc.? Or do you think you’ll go the editorial/commercial route and try to make a living from your photographs? Or maybe neither?

G: Yeah, I mean, I have all sorts of grandiose fantasies about where I hope all this will go. I was just at Ryan McGinley’s opening at Team Gallery the other night a