Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2000/09/27
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]This is Just to Say I have taken the cash that you hid under the mattress and which you were probably saving for our retirement Forgive me the Luxus was luscious so reptile leathery and so gold * * * In Salgado's greatest scenes we seem to see In Salgado's greatest scenes we seem to see the people of the world exactly at the moment when they first attained the title of 'working humanity' They labour upon the paper in a veritable stupor of antiquity Heaped up moaning with buckets and nets under leaden skies in a apocalyptic landscape of slithering mud bent robots ants arms and legs quivering muscles corpses and gelatinous giants and all the last whispering ghosts of the 'visions of the end' they are so tragically real it is as if we saw them too * * * Wow I saw the best lenses of my generation destroyed by digital, pixelated dotty fuzzy rolling through the grainy streets at dusk looking for a classic image bluish nowwheres lusting for the 40s Cartier-Bresson obsession with the instant moment from the machinery of light who overwealthy and laden and right-eyed and scotched up sat around spending in the screeny darkness of electronic abodes broadcasting across the unnatural ether talking Elmar who stripped their accounts to nothing under the spell of Barnackian visions dancing on asphalt streets lit by insufficient street lamps imagining Noctilux! Summilux! Gimme a 50s Elmar (at least) Bag ladies sleeping on benches! A parade! A motor drive! A winder! Hexars blasting across parks! Nightmares of noise! Real holy TTL (batteries not included)! Finder flare! Loading like a cripple! Down to the darkroom! into the chemicals! with the unmatched ball-bearing pin drops of shutter releases clicked out of their own souls in just seventy-five years. * * * With thanks/apologies to Williams, Ferlinghetti, Ginsberg