Great Grey Odyssey

Why is so much of my city built of nothingness?

Invisible Cities

What was it that the Decentrists desired when they dreamed of the city as a garden? What did Le Cor­busier see when he ima­gined the towers of the Radial City, ges­tic­u­lat­ing like giant fin­gers in some obscure salute? Did any­one think to ask people how they wanted to live? Did any­one look around, to see the value of the city as a social and eco­nomic envir­on­ment? Now that the giant social hous­ing pro­jects are crum­bling, are we poised to make the same mistake?

Just ridin’

I am inspired by my friend Josée’s report­ing from the Copen­ha­gen Cli­mate Sum­mit, so I thought this would be a good time to focus on issues of envir­on­mental justice. For too long, we have lied and extern­al­ized the true costs of doing busi­ness. That loan is now being called in. It will be poor people […]

Being There gets Healthy

I see faces light up when they see our pho­tos. Jackson’s shots help people to get an under­stand­ing that as Abori­ginal people, we don’t fit into the ste­reo­types that so many hold about us. Not all of us are brown or red, and some of us even have blonde hair and blue eyes. His images help every­one (includ­ing me!) to ques­tion our ideas about what we think about Abori­ginal people.

Hyper City

See­ing all the sports­fans asert­ing their cit­izen­ship with head-to-toe Yan­kees gear was pretty sur­real. Their ver­tical pin­stripes aligned per­fectly with the con­ver­ging lines of stone, steel, and glass of the tall towers all around. Those towers rep­res­ent an incred­ible amount of power, and the aspir­a­tional nature of life in New York and the United States in general.

In and out of darkness

I’m always try­ing to under­stand what my pho­tos mean, bey­ond the mere con­ceit of the image. Look­ing back over the thou­sands and thou­sands of pho­tos I’ve shot over the last eight yeasrs, I’m start­ing to see some trends. Most of the time, my pho­tos are about boundaries.

Screen Time

As a pho­to­grapher, I feel some­times that I’m exper­i­en­cing the world from behind a fil­ter. I won­der if look­ing at the world through a key­hole is lim­it­ing. But then, think­ing back through photo-school, to my days at the night lab, I remem­ber the won­der­ful feel­ing of dis­cov­er­ing pho­to­graphy. It was more like dis­cov­er­ing how to see critically.

Something is happening in Iran

Today, the con­flict between rad­ical Islam and reform leaped from the impli­cit to the interne­cine and all too real. Kaplan con­tin­ues:
…the issue of “fun­da­ment­al­ism” in Iran, and the West’s pre­oc­cu­pa­tion with it, was about to be over­taken by lar­ger shifts in the political-historical land­scape that few could yet fathom.
It took twelve years for Kaplan’s pre­dic­tion to come true.

There goes the neighborhood

Where I am is Chin­atown, and it has been burn­ing down. It has been burn­ing my whole life, really, but these past couple week were par­tic­u­larly incendiary.

Hustle and Bustle

Some­times I feel like I must be wear­ing some sort of a sign, like a “kick me” on my back, or invis­ible ink on my fore­head that says “gull­ible.” I talk to a lot of strangers, and most of the time I enjoy it. In fact, I am try­ing to make talk­ing to strangers my […]

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