I love feedback on my photography, but I do hate hearing how much better of a career in it I “should” have. The industry is in sea change from administration to distribution all the way down to us poor bastards who feel compelled to still do it. That I do still continue is enough
Pom game is strong this season
European friends. You get healthcare. We get busted up carhartt. I don’t write the rules. Stop asking for my old jackets. I love y’all but sheesh. You should be running around in those blue French chore coats with a loaf of bread sticking out of the pocket, not chewing bacco and learning hobo runes.
New work up on SeanCrutchfield.com your eyes don’t deceive you. It’s in color.
Periscope up
Stonecutter’s pile
Eufaula, AL
I can stand it, the stereotypes. I’ll bop them in the head one by one all day. But it’s the whole trend that bothers me. How many others don’t even bother? All because people see me as an “exception” instead of a product of the environment
Good lord, I would get so much further along in the arts if I could learn to just shut my mouth when I’m surrounded by folks that denigrate, stereotype and utterly despise the people that raised me.
The Lynch auction:
Once bought a nice pair of Made in England wingtips from an estate sale. I could never quite get over the idea that I was wearing a dead man’s shoes.
I used to dislike square format. But as years went by and I continued to experiment with it, I grew more comfortable and eventually it became my favorite way to think of compositions.
We’re living in a time when it’s not uncommon to see a recently closed business sill sporting signage for their social media accounts. Small businesses that once looked to app based media as the next wave of advertising have been drowned in algorithmic sorting and big advertising
I used to run around saying this was going to happen, now it has. The sky fell and still nobody has a word for Chicken Little
Yes. I agree. I think the first step is to acknowledge it. I’ve had too many conversations (some even on here) where it became clear an editor had one eye on IG at least, but they can’t admit it’s a problem or dominant in their priorities when selecting work
I guess my main bone of contention and why I’m so particularly salty concerning it, is that we know it’s becoming the arbiter of visual culture in really insidious ways, but few journalists editors or arts admin care to discuss it openly
Yup. It’s a conundrum. Lots of factors at play there I think. I could go one forever about that. Hell, I do. I owe much of the fact that anyone sees any of my work to that app, but obviously I’m conflicted about its use and management.
Sure thing and I don’t discount that. This isn’t hate from me, just cynicism and pointing out the landscape of distribution has effects across the market, even camera design/marketing.
I have mass published photobooks that I can shake apart with one hand. I have self published monographs that I’d reach for to bludgeon a burglar. Make it make sense.
I haven’t spotted a misprint or typo yet. Comparing this to lower quality books from even Vaunted large publishers such as Steidel and Twin Palms produced over the past few yeas is eye opening.
I bought the new Patrick Sansone photo book. Besides being an excellent book full of great color slide images, it’s also one of the highest quality books I’ve seen in years. The binding is solid the pages are thick. The printing is crisp and solid.
No but really, I think the Fuji Half is the manufacturers giving up and realizing that distribution limits the resolution no matter how much the customer spends on it. Instagram is an endemic filter. We should probably be talking about it.
Buy the Fuji fug it all
I believe we’ve finally solved the mystery of our rescue dog’s breed.
Beautiful. For me it’s the starkness of his night scenes that struck me at first. I recognized something of my own surroundings in the simple, economic lines and hard single lights.
I find myself thinking a lot if people elsewhere understand the endemic problems we find ourselves facing here. But lately I realize more and more that it doesn’t matter whether or not it’s recognized, that’s beyond me. I can record it however.
Mexico Beach, FL
The bird count was low today. Only a handful of pelicans working the surf out of reach of the swimmers. I pointed it out to my wife and said “The spring breakers must’ve eaten them all.”
Oh my word he IS terrible
“Advice from the master derailed that disaster. He said Hand that pen over to ME poetaster!”
I love all the Native American place names we have here. I hope there is never a move to change them. Chipola, Chattahoochee, Choctawhatchee, Wewahitchka. My autocorrect is exploding, and non-locals look at us funny when we give directions, but damn it if I don’t love it.
New work up on SeanCrutchfield.com
