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Editors Pick - Ralph Damman
Through no real project motive or goal, Damman presents a selection of images which were taken due to weather conditions. He explained that fog, mist and the occasional drizzle was more motivating to take a photograph than on those ‘picture perfect’ days of sun and blue skies. Whats presented through this way of working is a certain tonal mood, a dwelling. Naturally the images feel brooding from their aesthetics, yet its refreshing to know that these images we’re taken for pleasure, rather than trying to say or do something. A way of working which is becoming more and more popular, wether images need some weight to them or a type of context is up for debate, you could argue that having images just as images and nothing more is a strong concept, and by directly avoiding photographic stereotypes you are creating one.
- Harry Rose
Tonight I went into town for a specific reason that I’ll mention later, and ended up in a part of SoMa where I hadn’t spent much time. Between the old warehouses, the bars, the shabby apartments, and the encroachment of corporate offices, you can see several temporal strata there. It’s a tension/admixture I like. It reminds me a little of Chicago, as I saw it before… before.
San Francisco is being hollowed out by the banks. I never knew it like it was before, and I can’t say what I would’ve thought of it. But it is still a genuine city, and it’s the only one I have access to at the moment, so I still want it. Every train stop home, the saturation drops ten percent.
I’m in favor of density for political and environmental reasons, but the seed of the desire is aesthetic. Aesthetics and politics are not separate, really, although combining them does neither any favors.
Cities hold possibilities. The possibilities are genuine, sometimes. The most important possibility is the one that is not genuine. Among the profusion and variation, there is a room you haven’t seen. In it is the abstract beloved, the best conversation, the party you missed, the unlocked door. That room doesn’t exist. But every lit window announces that it might.
Bay Fog, Jingletown, Oakland CA.