Could I have been subconsciously following someone?  She intrigued me with the cigarette and then totally stole my heart with the coffee cup, but then she went cold, and in my mind we’d harsh quarrels and an ugly split.  By the time I made it to my subway stop two blocks away it was over,


photo: by Graeme Mitchell

I don’t really show this sort of candid street stuff much anymore.  I still shoot it, but only for myself – it’ll maybe get a shitty contact sheet scan and then stuffed in a box.  The other night I flipped through some of the contacts from this summer and cropped out ones I thought were cool.

 

 

 

 

This is a fun book of photographs I shot while at the beach this summer.  There are 17 5×7″ B&W silver RC prints mounted in a white 8.5×11″ children’s craft book hand stenciled front and back in acrylic and shipped in a clear protective sleeve.

Each is completely unique and will be signed and numbered.

I’ll make up to 25 + 1 A/P in this edition.

Price is $45 + s/h.  If you’d like to order one please email me.

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So you can see, here are all 17 prints in it:


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell

I shared some of these previously when I first began them; they’re photographs from walks this winter in Prospect Park, Brooklyn.  I liked them enough that I’m doing a small final series called “My Prospect.”


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell

Be Afraid, My Friend is a video and book I shot this past winter on NYC streets using a Kodak Zi8 pocket video camera.


Video: Be Afraid, My Friend, 2011, 3:38 min, by Graeme Mitchell with music by Julian Tulip’s Licorice.

The book is 71 pages, 7.4×9.5,” softcover, perfect bound, $24.  It doesn’t correspond exactly w/ the video, but it is close.

There were 4 portfolios in the original edition of this.  They were prints hand mounted in leather albums.  I still think they are beautiful as artifacts, but they were stupidly expensive and time consuming to make.  Moreover, only 4 people have them, and I’m pretty sure they’re not being treated as coffee table books.  I wanted a simple small copy for myself to have around, and also since doing the Occurrences newsprint edition, I had a number of people ask if I’d ever do an inexpensive version of Unreal City, so I decided to revisit it and do this.

It’s 8.5×8.5,” 71 pages, 49 pictures, soft cover, perfect bound.

The print-on-demand press quality leaves a lot to be desired, but right now utilizing any tangible medium is good I think.  Plus, I think that populace mainstream sort of lo-fi medium is cool, makes the work more eye-level and less precious.  Needless to say these aren’t to be shilled as rare or valuable – they’re intended to be enjoyed and shared.

 

 

 

 


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell

 


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell

 


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell

 


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


 


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


 

 


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell


photo: By Graeme Mitchell

 

Including a poem someone had sent me too:

It was difficult learning to breathe. But it was even more
difficult learning to forget. Though in the end I learned
both how to breathe and forget. Sometimes I juggle one orange
while I do this. Breathe and forget. So it is ok to be
here where the rose is torn. Where the streets are a jungle
of burnt glass and the world has blood in it’s eye. Breathe
and forget. It’s what I told the newpaper-boy. For a christmas
tip

By Patrick O’Connell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell


photo: by Graeme Mitchell