NYC Journal 44, and a letter to you

It’s been so very linear here lately, with hairy heads down, with seriously forged lines of direct direction, with every motion seeming to be endued with an ineradicable notion of progress. Eyes and hearts and lives are set on that glittering goal, that green light manifesting distant across the bay, burning like a cold soft brutal gem. Naturally, you can imagine that all disruptions are frowned upon; relaxation and imagination are intent-full…inefficiency at some point even became efficient…still, sometimes, even with that, I stop strange on the corner, like a rock dropped in a fast shallow stream…and when I look close a heavy thing fills my chest as I see most self-awareness – of which there’s plenty – smothered out buy a mix of obsession, hope, and a group-wide conviction that the purpose is absolute. You know, I can’t help but think this momentum is not innate; think that there’s the possibility of a whole lot being tremendously let down at some point… A student of history might know that this movie’s been played before, or might not…I don’t know. Yet, we manage to elude or maybe reconcile disappointment, b/c what is innate is the ability and skill to convince ourselves of anything to satiate our basic motives. For good and bad.

Anyway, the point I wanted to tell you is that I considered our savior and our ruin probably reside in equivalent qualities. Hope you’re well.

man_on_beach_mar08.jpg
photo: © Graeme Mitchell, 2008

coffee_shop_mar08.jpg
photo: © Graeme Mitchell, 2008

midtown_bus_stop_mar08.jpg
photo: © Graeme Mitchell, 2008

chicken_mar_08.jpg
photo: © Graeme Mitchell, 2008

man_and_watched_mar08.jpg
photo: © Graeme Mitchell, 2008

man_with_phone_mar08.jpg
photo: © Graeme Mitchell, 2008

highschoolers_mar08.jpg
photo: © Graeme Mitchell, 2008

diamond_district_mar08.jpg
photo: © Graeme Mitchell, 2008

lady_on_couch_mar08.jpg
photo: © Graeme Mitchell, 2008

car_mechanic_mar08.jpg
photo: © Graeme Mitchell, 2008

pleading_mar08.jpg
photo: © Graeme Mitchell, 2008

man_carrying_flowers_mar08.jpg
photo: © Graeme Mitchell, 2008

lady_on_boardwalk_mar08.jpg
photo: © Graeme Mitchell, 2008

Comments
5 Responses to “NYC Journal 44, and a letter to you”
  1. doron says:

    If i go into why i like your photography i’ll mystify it and confuse myself, so let me say that it’s great, simply.

  2. Smitty says:

    That first image defines existentialism.

  3. The chicken suit is awesome. The guy looking at all the watches looks like it could’ve been pulled from The Americans.

  4. Anna Beard says:

    I just stumbled upon your blog while doing a google search for a fashion photographer….and I’m so glad I did! Your photos from this set are just amazing. As an amateur photographer, who is, at this point, being self taught….I’m always impressed to see this level of work. It’s inspirational.
    Best,
    Anna

Trackbacks
Check out what others are saying...
  1. […] pause and catch your breath? Well, today held one of those moments for me. I came upon photographer Graeme Mitchell’s blog and in perusing through entries, found some of his own photos. (the ‘letter’ blurb, in […]