Nice post today about Mikael Kennedy, whose Polaroid photography accompanies T.C. Boyle’s short story in this week’s New Yorker. He’s got some nice things to say about the instant photo as an object: “The photograph is present in the moment in which is was taken, we held that image in our hands, the dirt from our fingers is embedded in the object.” Yep. I’d add that the very light that reflected off the subject made that picture: In an abstract way, camera and photo touched, even kissed. He adds that as a young broke artist, he used to sell blood to buy film, and you can’t get more devoted than that. Full post here.
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