#photography-archive

#photography-archive

In the spring of 1945, word of the Second World War's impending end has reached the residents of Amrum, an island off the coast of Germany.

Aesthetic inspiration is social and collective, but aesthetic results are deeply personal. What works for one face, skin type, or bone structure won't always work for another.

I admired their simplicity and generosity and thought of the pictures I made as agreements. I wanted to pay attention to the body and personality that had agreed out of love to reveal itself.

The small, lightweight, inexpensive camcorder was a great liberator for filmmaking. Not only did it mark a significant leap in accessibility, it also made it easier for filmmakers to achieve the kind of raw, immediate visual language that had been established by directors like Spike Jonze in Video Days (1991).

Knowles's performances, such as Make a Salad and Identical Lunch, showcased her unique approach to art through food, engaging audiences in the experience of preparation and consumption.

Casa Kahlo offers an unprecedented look into the famed Mexican painter's family home, Casa Roja, which stands just blocks away from Casa Azul in Mexico City. Kahlo would retreat to Casa Roja when Casa Azul got crazy.

I recently gained a new obsession, and I'm ready to share it with the world: finding and analyzing rare vintage images. A picture speaks a thousand words, and these photographs tell us more about history than a textbook chapter ever could. So even if you think history is boring, I'm well-equipped to change your mind, and give you some delicious food for your brain to chew on today.

Eugène Atget's images of the city reminded me of when I first came across the turn-of-the-century French photographer's work in a book called 'A Vision of Paris' (1963), which paired more than a hundred of Atget's photographs with passages from Marcel Proust's 'In Search of Lost Time,' and I couldn't quite see them for what they were. There was something about the preciousness of juxtaposing Atget's gorgeous golden prints with Proust's gorgeous language that made me feel as if I were suffocating under all those foulards, drapes, and aesthetics.