Some days, you catalog 16th century Bibles. Some days, you catalog 1980s vintage librarian porn.
(I know it’s tumblr and the black bars aren’t really necessary, but I like to keep my tumblr, at least, slightly SFW. Your work, anyway. The uncensored versions of this are all over my desk at the moment.)
This Man Took 445 Photobooth Portraits of Himself Over 30 Years, and Nobody Knows Why
For three decades, starting in the 1930s, he did the same thing. He’d sit inside a photo booth. He’d smile. He’d pose.
And then—pop! pop! pop!—out would pop a glossy self-portrait, in shades of black and white. There he was, staring back at himself … and grinning. And, sometimes, almost scowling. There he was, mirthful. And, sometimes, almost scornful.
The man—nobody knows who he was—repeated this process 455 times, at least, and he did so well into the 1960s. Nobody knows for sure why he did it. Or where he did it. All we know is that he took nearly 500 self-portraits over the course of thirty years, at a time when taking self-portraits was significantly more difficult than it is today, creating a striking record of the passage of time.
The man’s effort is now being shared with the public in the form of a collection being shown at Rutgers’ Zimmerli Art Museum in New Brunswick. “445 Portraits of a Man,” the exhibit is appropriately called, takes these early, earnest selfies and presents them as art.
Read more. [Image courtesy Donald Lokuta]
Skin-on-frame kayaks are amazing. I love that I get to build them. This is just a random handful of photos of my work that make me happy.
"If we can so misunderstand, well then, why have we invented the word love in the first place?"
Jerry in Edward Albee’s The Zoo Story