Fotos Of A Bugonia Rage
Hot damn Chloe sells, it’s possible to be both crazy and correct, and Porebny crushes glass.
I was contemplating on keeping today’s column relatively to the point but I always set out to be brief and I usually get sidetracked along the way. We’ll see how it goes but there are a number of reasons why I’m considering this, chief among them being Time. There is a whole slew of admin mulch that needs to get done this week/month pertaining to social media and portfolio stuff and betwixt that, the band, and togging stuff in order to feed the child, I’m not sure when exactly I might find time to breathe. And if I’m totally honest, I have become quite partial to that particular activity. Breathing, that is.
We recently shifted publication days from Mondays to Tuesdays…last week I think, primarily so as to allow for a little more headroom but now I’m eyeballing this Thursday post and considering its longevity. I would have quality over quantity any day and I posit that neither shall happen if I become any further out and/or burned. If I recall correctly, the original incarnation of this thing eventually levelled out as a two-posts-a-week type thing and if this iteration ends up being a version that occurs on Tuesdays and Saturdays? I could make peace with that.
Speaking of The Column That Was, I came upon this very shortly after the first wave of The Apocalypse and never found a chance to talk about it. ‘Hot Damn!’ by Chloe Sells is the book about the cabin that belonged to the guy by the girl who was his go-to and it’s every bit as beatnik ramshackle as that sounds. I have a feeling it ended up getting optioned during cut-up sessions for Album II and that’s about as far as it went at the time. I’ll mea culpa to being a total dilettante with literature that comes across my desk at times but please understand, that we are talking about volume and bandwidth and the period in which I came into possession of this particular copy was that period and that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
there’s an equal dose of material that makes me pretty sure about where he would have stood
Yes, there are a fair few shots in common with Richard Prince and his propensity for snapping porn on TV sets in the ‘80s but there’s an equal dose of material that makes me pretty sure about where he would have stood on most of today’s current nonsense. I only very recently discovered there’s actually a whole back section to it with even the briefest of notes to accompany massed apparent miscellany and ephemera that ensconced Thompson in his final days. The tie-dye “ink marblings” that are blended with the photography certainly make it its own thing and there is a…totemic quality to the book. I confess that this may be what drew me to it in the first place and now I am obsessed once more.
The other night felt like a movie night for no reason and those are always the best reasons to have a movie night. My favourite kind of movie night (apart from actually going to the damn movies) is a movie night at home. Alone. I maintain temporal control over the flow of the evening, in addition to access to sustenance and beverages and no-one talks during the screening apart from when I have to take a phone call and then there is no one else to lose their collective cool with me because again, we are at home and we are alone in this scenario. I’m gonna take a phone call, ‘Bugonia’. Deal with it. The infinitely cray-cray OST was the first thing to hit. It’s fantastic but those terrifying orchestral swells feel utterly incongruous with the film’s lush colour grading and very Spielberg cinematography. At least, it does at first.
it’s possible to be both crazy and correct and now I have ‘Territorial Pissings’ on at pugilistic volume
The word unique kept surfacing while attempting to parse Lanthimos oeuvre, no less than five salacious times and so I have removed all usage. Except that one. This makes more sense when you consider that the guy was behind the wheel for ‘The Lobster’ and also ‘Poor Things’ with Stone. As per usual for much of her recent output, it’s a wild ride and quite a lot to unpack, which is a funnier sentence to even consider writing if you’ve actually seen it. I may have described part of my takeaway to Mr. T as being assured that it’s possible to be both crazy and correct and now I don’t have ‘Lithium’ on at pugilistic volume. Without spoiling anything (and I do strongly recommend you go in as blind and immersed as humanly possible) the ending is something you either will or won’t have seen coming and to be honest, it could have gone either way right up until the ever-loving titles but the most interesting way was definitely the way to go.
I have shot with Julia a few of times now and if the rumours abound are that she’s a total pro and a fantastic emerging talent, those rumours are to be believed. That said, it takes different people different quotas of time to acclimate to different things and it’s always interesting to watch people begin to understand a thing and themselves better in real time. Watching Julia bring the lens to heel under her own terms and the resultant quality of creative output ascend accordingly…there’s a very real chance that’s one of my top five reasons for shooting portraiture at all. A working relationship is a wonderful thing. Mastering an idea with another mind at the controls alongside you? That’s the good shit.
their sensor has its own game going on, much in the same way that Canon does but totally different
This is my favourite capture from last weekend’s FOTO FOLIO for now. I shot it on the Fuji X100V, as I’m inclined to do for workshops and the like, as jpegs outta that brush perform heavy lifts without breaking a bead. That said, I did get into the RAW for this one and was pleasantly surprised. No, it doesn’t resolve in the same way that a knife edge does on Sony’s Alpha series but it renders beautifully and their sensor has its own game going on, much in the same way that Canon does but totally different. It might be a pastel deal. I keep thinking it’s too magentary (now a word) but every time I go to correct for it, another part of my brain has the bit and I’m learning to leave it alone.
JD out.