Photo Dump 3.6.26
I never liked the term ”photo dump”. Although there isn’t really any other way to characterize this. The term “dump” seems careless to me, disposable. I care too much about composition to really “dump” anything. Even if I know I’m going to delete something a couple minutes later I still try to create a sense of framing and mise en scene or whatever when I take a picture of anything.
moving around in a subzero climate and trying to stay warm
Kind of a dishonesty to the whole thing isn’t there? Just “oops, here’s a bunch of photos I took! I don’t know what else to do to for content but the reason so this is what I did last month!” Even imperfection and messiness has to be carefully crafted and perfected, much like how in wrestling if someone wears white you know blood is going to be spilled. Not that I’m immune to this impulse. Just because it’s a fool’s errand to market a piece on the cowardice of modern middle class style that starts and ends with the name of a mixtape rapper from 2009 doesn’t mean that said piece doesn’t exist due to the urge to make Content™. It probably has to do with this cultish American notion of productivity(which was also discussed in said piece).
detachment is but temporary just a weigh station i visit
Anywho these are nine pictures I took during the month of February. I like them!
my nostalgia quest has led me to chinatown basements to cop sour
Like Drake besmirching Gil Scott Heron with mediocre Rihanna collabs, take care.
