I will continue to be fascinated and obsessed by the human form. Nature is magnificent and beautiful. It cannot be contested. But photographing simply what is there does not interest me. I want to capture moments. That's what it's all fucking about. The whole obsession
with freezing time and people
and emotions. That's all that matters to me. I can see hundreds of stunning landscapes and beautiful sunsets.. and at the end of the day, the only thing that will stick will be a single fluke face. It has to be real. Or real enough for me to believe it's real.
I suppose the philosophy behind photography is not so dissimilar from the one behind acting. Capturing portrayals of reality in a desperate attempt to move someone
. I wonder what that says about my personality?
Photography frustrates me so much sometimes. There is so much i would like to do. But find myself limited by equipment and location. It's infuriating.
I hate 'art' without a soul
. I'm well aware that using the word art between inverted commas automatically places me in the category of pretentious twat, and I'm the first to admit that I am wholeheartedly a culprit of being one, at times. As are many of you who are flicking through this menial diatribe in the vague hope of finding something interesting or inspiring with which to construct a witty and intelligent response to. I hate music without a soul. In fact I loathe it. And the more I look around DA, the more the same is starting to apply. I can no longer fave work by certain artists because their style is so consistently the same, and panders to the same basic themes and exploitations.. that if I were to do so, I'd be lying to myself that I actually believed that the artist took it in attempt to capture something which excited them. Perhaps I'm being too general. Perhaps as a photographer, you don't need to feel engaged, passionate, excited or moved by your subject
. Perhaps you can just construct a photograph with perfect lighting, a pretty girly, nice composition.. and hey presto. But I don't think it really works that way. Anything you get out of that is always going to be superficial, beautiful, but just a plastic gloss
. It will never move anyone into staring at it for hours on end (yes, I have done this before) trying to absorb some ineffable quality that they can't quite define.
This morning I was looking at the cover slip for Dido's 'No Angel' album... and I became oddly hypnotized by the photography. So I checked out the photographer.. and it's a guy named Andrew Southam
, who's taken shots like this:
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It puts my self-indulgent nonsense
into a bit more perspective.
However, I shall persist.
I want to capture some fucking soul, goddamnit!
So, in the interests of feeling inspired.. here are a few things I've managed to dredge out of the endless dribble of soulless deviant crap
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Of course, this is all incredibly subjective.. to ME. So I doubt anyone else will feel moved in the slightest by my selections.
[Please excuse the cynicism. I need a haircut