Our wholesale providers for fine photographic tomes has an office on Wardour Street. It is, to all intents and purposes the Ali Baba’s Cave of rare books. It also feels a little like it exists on Diagon Alley and I like to believe that it sometimes does.
Every time I think I may be approaching the point where I might begin to formulate a map of its Tardis-like geometry, I find another stack of Photolooks among which may lurk a Warhol ‘Wanted Men’ manuscript and I have to stop myself and ask: Do I have the two to five hours spare required for this particular foray into this precarious structure? Have I told anyone where I’m going? Should I be wearing a GPS tracker? I’ve seen that movie and James Franco lost a mother fucking arm.
Iouri Podladtchikov's debut is pretty real, wonderful and compact. 'True Love Is Hard To Find' is indeed somewhat difficult to find, as Polaroids from the early 21st century often are or should be. These things turn up at the bottom of desk drawers, behind sofas and nestled in between small clothes more often than not. Pro snowboarder come photographer/artist? I'll try not to think about it too much. It looks as though he shot this thing on large land format although I would request to not be quoted verbatum on that. I ordered a copy yesterday after seeing one in the cave. I told myself it was necessary and I think it might be. What can I say, I'm a veritable fan and purveryor of scratchy handwriting. I knew I should have taken up skiing or something similarly cold.
The veil has been torn aside and now naught stands between my boots and a dive into the dark of Yharnam. That is unless you count the cost of PS Plus membership itself but that alone seems a vastly insufficient excuse for me to put off playing Bloodborne any longer. The cost of entry is now negated to a point wherein the fear of failure is no more a correlated factor nor justification for cowardice. I’m climbing into those folds tonight.
JD - TACOCAT