Print Edition: Face
photo: Untitled (from beauty story) 2008, 30×40″ archival pigment print, edition of 5, by Graeme Mitchell.
Vivian Maier
A fascinating story of a found body of work of a street photographer who lived, shot, and passed unknown. Here. An example of someone making something regardless; or as Gaddis would probably iterate, an example of the need to create, no notions of wants or desires or thoughts of, but only the fundamental must to.
Used Condom Print, at Museum of Sex
This is interesting: this print was just delivered as a loan to The Museum of Sex in NYC for their exhibition on rubbers, on view Dec 1st through April, I believe.
photo: Used Condom 2008 (from NYC Remnants), 40×50″ archival pigment print, edition of 3, by Graeme Mitchell.
Print Edition: Bolivia
photo: Untitled (from Bolivia), 7×10.5″ archival pigment print, edition of 5, by Graeme Mitchell.
NYC Journal 76
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
NYC Journal 75
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2009
Portrait: Tara St James
The designer, Tara St. James.
photo: Tara St. James, NYC, 2009. ©Graeme Mitchell.
Portrait: Trattie Davies
Portrait of the architect, Trattie Davies, originally shot for Interview magazine.
photo: Trattie Davies, NYC, 2009. ©Graeme Mitchell.
R.I.P. Irving Penn
Here.
The last to go of the greats of the previous century of photography; Irving Penn who, like Avedon and Newton and Strand and etcetera, we’ll all forever, forever stand in the long shadow of. B/c the man LIVED:
So take a picture for him today. So pour a drink for him tonight.
“When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.” -William Butler Yeats