every way you look at this you lose

I love polaroids. Probably more than anything else. Just because of that white border. And the color shifting. It's sort of reminds me of sleazy motel rooms and cheese pizza. This is Rhiannon Adam on polaroid, and I think she hit it spot on. 

"As I would later learn, Polaroid is the chosen medium for candid moments, illegal activity and secret rendezvous."

                     

photos courtesy of DazedDigital

And what is this craziness about no more polaroid film, might I ask? An outrage. What are the candidates going to do about that?

i was misinformed

Todd Selby's fashion photography...

and a few other photos of his I liked...

pussywillows, cattails

So busy, haven't had much time for posting. Went camping this weekend, playing Gordon Lightfoot on the guitar around the fire, reading poetry, and carving pumpkins. But I was too busy downing hot chocolate and sucking on cough drops to take pictures. This is a new teapot recently added to my (modest) collection. Given to me by a great aunt. 

I took some pictures at my grandma's house a couple nights ago. Thinking of submitting one for the first photography club contest of the year...

And happy October. The weather is finally cooling off, which means black tights, hot tea, and jack-o-lanterns. 

everyday is an endless stream of cigarettes and magazines

These are portraits taken from Vainty Fair's online article, "The Faces of Vanity Fair." What I like about these is the women's faces: all stark in black and white, all different expressions of what I feel like is essentially the same thing. Gloria Swanson's eyes are smoldering. So beautiful. 

from top: Kate Moss by Bruehl-Borges, Martha Graham by Imogen Cunningham, Katharine Hepburn by Cecil Beaton, and Gloria Swanson by Edward Steichen

i will never pretend to be a part of this

These are scanned from an Annual Art Catalogue from 1981. The first two are from a series by photographers Joe Gaffney and Alberto Dell'Orto. The next four are a series by photographer Henry Wolf. I like the first two for their sophistication, and I especially like the expanse of red wall in contrast to the black and white jumpsuit. In the last four, I like the men more than the models. I love their poses.

somehow this isn't what i thought it would be

Stumbled on this book while wandering through the library the other day. It's a photography book, 50 Sad Chairs, by Bill Keaggy. The book measures about 3 inches by 3 inches, so on the art shelf, next to all those ginormous galleries, it was a dwarf. Too charming to pass up. And the photographs are lovely as well. They are all abandoned chairs, found in St. Louis Missouri. My favorites...

Sorry for the shitty scanning job. And here are my own found chair/bench photos. Not as good as Bill's, but I get credit for effort, right?

the white girls wander the strip mall singing all day

Lately I've been drawn to black and white photography. It's so honest. Almost brutally honest. These are by Arkansas photographer Mike Disfarmer. I think it's pretty self-explanatory. 

you obviously know what i'm talking about

I figure that since this is something like my blog's maiden voyage, I won't get into anything too heavy. Let me just say that I am new to this blog thing. Well, I've had a blog, but never one I've been serious about maintaining. But I promise I'll get the hang of it. In the meantime, feast your eyes on this. Did I mention that I am hating this weather? Can't wait for fall. Last night I bought a pair of brown leather heels to go with my navy knee highs and black tights (but not at the same time).