"Photographer and bookseller Melissa Catanese has been editing the vast photography collection of Peter J. Cohen, a celebrated trove of more than 20,000 vernacular and found anonymous photographs from the early to mid-twentieth century.
Gathered from flea markets, dealers and Ebay, these prints have been acquired, exhibited and included in a range of major museum publications. In organizing the archive into a series of thematic catalogues, she has pursued an alternate reading of the collection, drifting away from simple typology into something more personal, intuitive and openly poetic.
Dive Dark Dream Slow is rooted in the mystery and delight of the found image and the snapshot aesthetic, but pushes beyond the nostalgic surface of these pictures and reimagines them as luminous transmissions of anxious sensuality.
Like an album of pop songs about a girl (or a civilization) hovering on the verge of transformation, the book cycles through overlapping themes and counter-themes—moon and ocean; violence and tenderness; innocence and experience; masks and nakedness—that sparkle with deep psychic longing and apocalyptic comedy.”
I never want to be away from you again, except at work, in the restroom, or when one of us is at a movie the other one doesn't want to see. ~ Lemony Snicket
I went and saw a movie by myself last night. There were a series of events leading up to this - I didn't just decide to watch it alone. But in the end, that's what I ended up doing, and it wasn't all that bad. In the quiet of the movie theater, I sat in the center row, and when the lights went down and the heating clicked on it was one of the most soothing things I've ever experienced. There's something about movie theaters that quiets my mind; I think it's just the simple fact that the movie is so loud and overwhelming that it gives you an excuse to not think at all for three hours. I didn't. And when I left, I came to the overwhelming realization that there is no shame in going to a movie by yourself. I don't know where I would have picked up the idea that there was, at all, anything to be ashamed of. There's nothing wrong with spending time alone. It's healthy to learn to listen to yourself, rather than other people. It's also more relaxing to watch movies alone, because (and this might be my social anxiety speaking here) I tend to pay less attention to the movie and more attention to the people around me when I see them in a group. This time, I could focus on the screen.
Just something I wanted to point out that I woke up thinking about. It's worth mentioning. Do things alone. In the end, you'll realize how strange and somehow amazing it is to not pay attention to anyone but yourself.
It's hard to say where exactly my accent originated, because I grew up with a dad who talked like a total surfer - dude, man, radical, he believes strongly in vibes, that sort of thing - but I lived in a place down south where people addressed large groups of people as 'ya'll' and rode golf carts between houses for fun. My childhood was...interesting. Then we moved up north, where people's accents switched from being drill-in-your-eardrum redneck to the grating bark of Brooklyn escapees. Seriously, sometimes these people need to take a chill pill. I've heard fights that sound like broken glass being ground between two sheets of chalkboard. With steel piping.
But this test was interesting - you go through series of questions, and they'll guesstimate whereabouts in the good ol' States you're coming from. In the end they gave me Newark/Philadelphia - which is pretty close. I guess I spend so much time in the city that I've picked it up.
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