I am breaking all the rules for Sam Lubicz. By that I mean featuring both his collage work and photography IN THE SAME POST. Why? Because they’re both good and because I believe a dialogue exists between the two. Despite being two different modes of expression, Lubicz’s collage work and photographs share a certain playful moodiness that emphasizes the relationship between the two mediums. Like maybe one’s a pug and one’s a schnauzer but they’re both dogs. I love dogs.
Ryan Kenny’s photos seem to be about quiet moments of youthful exploration. Like those days when the city just boils over and you head up to Ojai to catch your breath for an afternoon. You and your favorite people are driving through those oak trees and no one’s really talking but that’s how it needs to be. These images are like that–catching your breath.
Broken bones, badass dogs, big on loitering… Brendan Klein’s name even sounds thrasher. My skateboarding days may have ended the first time I couldn’t make a turn, but with these photos I feel like I’m getting a proper look into a world I never became a part of. But maybe that’s a good thing….. or I might have ended up like the lovely lady after the cut. My face is the wrong shape for Mardi Gras masks.
Mezzetty’s images draw on everything that was good about the seventies, like Patti Smith and Polaroids, and injects it into each and every one of their dreamy photographs. Those stoic babes and fuzzy lenses are like squinting into the sun on the last day of summer, often bittersweet, but always beautiful.
Meticulous attention to detail helps Zipora Fried transform ordinary objects into compelling works of art. I recently saw several sculptural pieces by Fried at the Greater New York 2010 exhibition at P.S.1 and thoroughly enjoyed her use of playfully poignant and enigmatic materials, along with her sustained focus on repetition. Arduous process? Yes. Emphatically handmade? Yes. Beautiful in it’s simplicity, yet endlessly complex? Yes, indeed.
Based in Maryland, Adam Ferriss works as both a photographer and web designer. I like to think his series, Illusion, is titled for the optical trickery that gives these images a real sense of depth. Like looking through a kaleidoscope, it seems each image contains it’s own infinite universe primed for exploration.
From Carnival in Haiti to West African Masquerade, Phyllis Galembo has seen it all. Humanity has always had such a fascination with dressing up–with becoming someone else for even a short period of time–that these costumes and the rituals associated with them play an important role in these societies’ cultural textures. Galembo photographs these moments in which people become magical, steeped in the symbolism of their dress. So, what does it say about us if our definition of costume is a sexed up, polyester sailer/nurse/bunny?
I don’t know much about photographer Germinal Roaux because his Wikipedia page is in French, but just the fact that he has a Wikipedia page is good enough for me. Not to mention his lovingly rich black and white photos. They look like I could scoop them up with a butter knife and smooth them over my morning scone. From ballerinas to rock stars, Roaux wraps each of his images in his own special blend of spellbound.