Strand’s white fence is a confrontation, and nothing short of a visual assault—a staccato stabbing into the soft body of the atmospheric photography prevalent at the time and suggested in the distance.
HEY i finally found this online and big. (the tailor’s apprentice)
Sorry i only post ‘fucking photos’ these days, but there’s just not a lot to say right now that wasn’t already put better visually by some dinosaur. That, and my autonomist tendencies rule out anything resembling serious personal narrative. Not that I’ve ever given that.
Just look at her okay?