I’ve had a number of unpublished questions lately asking advice about photography. I’m no pro, and I certainly am not much into the technical aspects of the art form, but the following five things, in my opinion, are the big motherfucking DON’T FUCKING DO THAT’S of photography.
“Photography is never purely instinctive. It is founded on continuous intellection, on ceaseless consideration during all moments previous to, or preparatory for, the pressing. It does not only operate in the blinding flash of a moment seized; it works all the time. The snatched picture merely cuts across the vein of observable incident or accident which is always beating, whether or not the fingers actually press.”—Lincoln Kirstein (via louobedlam)
“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?”—Don DeLillo (via thechocolatebrigade)
It’s time to clear up something. I’m not straight.
I get why you might think I’m straight. I’m in a hetero-normative relationship, I’m a cis woman, my husband is a cis man and this October, we will have been married for three years. You may have been my friend for the last six…