i often think about individual perception and the way people react to their surroundings... being as enamoured as i am with the concept of flanerie.. and its always interesting to me when photographers are able to capture moments of perceptual impact, whether subtle or obvious. louis charles can tap into these moments and somehow provide the viewer with a sense of immediacy in the scene. whether freezing rapid motion, or catching an intimate moment in the bustle of a scene (like eye contact), the photographs make me think about intersections of chance, anticipation, and personal vision that are so unique to photography.
he also plays with fashion, close-proximity portraits and intimate, familiar scenes with strangers. portraits are presented almost uncomfortably close, taking away the usual arms-length perspective that the freedom of anonymity grants us, leaving the viewer with little agency.
these photographs are from four different series.
day 8 of freedom. its amazing, after all the time i have spent talking, thinking, writing about art in the last seven years, i still love art. i was reading over some notes on my computer, and i found this exerpt that summarizes what fascinates me about 19th century art in paris (and london) from richard thomson's essay “modernity, figure, metropolis: importing the new painting to britain in the 1870s”
Life in modern cities such as London and Paris had a mobile, hectic character, simultaneously crowded yet spatially and psychologically fragmented, that fascinated artists of an inquiring and observant temperament, challenging them to explore beyond the descriptive or anecdotal norms that held sway in the establishment exhibitions of the two cities. Within that informal fraternity a dialogue of example and exchange began to be generated about how one might more effectively render the modern urban experience pictorially.
i have lots of time now that school is over and im commited to a unemployed existence for at least two months. i have always wanted to try being aimless.. its day 7.. not old yet! im moving to toronto at the end of june. now that i dont need a workspace at home anymore, perhaps i will play with book stacking on my surfaces.. hmmm. notice how even my musings are aimless? i'll work on that.
although i am still dreaming about missoni's palette from fall 09, mentioned here, i have been thinking about it for a while so ive also been searching for a way to 'agitate' it if you will. this rust colour takes care of that. although still muted, it adds the richness needed. and i just think carine is a dreamboat in this picture in general. also note: paparazi in the reflection of her glasses.
image source: citizen couture
i dont say it often enough, but over the years i have been extraordinarily fortunate with friends. not only have i met so many amazing and inspiring people, but they are all realtionships that give me a lot of support in my life. they also know me very well because their gifts are always on point even when i give them no hints. im not saying who got me what!
i just want to say to everyone like me who chose slightly more complicated paths, the roads less traveled, the ones with lots of roadblocks and long stretches of anguish, i just want to say that the most important thing is to always be moving toward your desire. just do the things that make you smile and you’ll always end up somewhere. even if that place is not anywhere you’d imagined you’d be at the start.
cried in my cubicle
laughed in my cubicle
had to go to the restroom because i couldnt hold back my laughter (dont text in the library)
leaned up against several walls to see what was holding the artwork up (for paish)
dropped my pen from the mezzanine (by accident)
nearly told the girl next to me to stop breathing so loudly.
its over monday. the first day of the rest of my life in so many ways.
last night charlotte gainsbourg made me stop in my last-week-of-my-degree tracks. she made her way to victoria and put on an inspiring show that was exactly what my life needed.