#back in the day
I have been scanning some old slides from 1979 - 1980 ( yes, that’s how old I am ) that had been sitting on some shelves for ages and that have been deteriorating ever since. Saw some old close friends back, saw us horsing around, saw a friend who’s since moved on, saw my best friend embracing his girlfriend, a motorcycle helmet thrown in the air, a heartshaped box filled with weed, a poem, horses, cats, and trees.
"Through most of modern history, “sublimation” was possible: at the expense of expressing only a small portion of oneself, that small portion could be expressed intensely. But sublimation depends on a reasonable tempo to history. If the collective life of a generation has moved too quickly, the “past” by which particular men and women of that generation may function is not, let us say, thirty years old, but relatively a hundred or two hundred years old. And so the nervous system is overstressed beyond the possibility of such compromises as sublimation, especially since the stable middle-class values so prerequisite to sublimation have been virtually destroyed in our time, at least as nourishing values free of confusion or doubt. In such a crisis of accelerated historical tempo and deteriorated values, neurosis tends to be replaced by psychopathy, and the success of psychoanalysis (which even ten years ago gave promise of becoming a direct major force) diminishes because of its inbuilt and characteristic incapacity to handle patients more complex, more experienced, or more adventurous than the analyst himself. In practice, psychoanalysis has by now become all too often no more than a psychic blood-letting. The patient is not so much changed as aged, and the infantile fantasies which he is encouraged to express are condemned to exhaust themselves against the analyst’s non-responsive reactions. The result for all too many patients is a diminution, a “tranquilizing” of their most interesting qualities and vices. The patient is indeed not so much altered as worn out—less bad, less good, less bright, less willful, less destructive, less creative. He is thus able to conform to that contradictory and unbearable society which first created his neurosis. He can conform to what he loathes because he no longer has the passion to feel loathing so intensely."
Thank you ( whoever wherever whatever ) for letting me see this
at this particular sunday morning, with this particular light.
Thank you for peoples’ strange tastes in decorating and painting their houses.
Thank you for colouring our world instead of just making it grayscale.
Thank you for the most stupid camera I have ever used and the 11 year old
cheap crappy film in it.
Thank you for my friend Tom accompanying me on this trip.
Thank you for having given me access to Stephen Shores “American Surfaces”
#for illusion isn't the opposite of reality
Photography is our exorcism. Primitive society had its masks, bourgeois society its mirrors. We have our images. We believe we can overpower the world with technology. But through technology, the world has imposed itself on us and the surprise effect generated by that reversal has been considerable.
You think you photograph a particular scene for the pleasure it gives. In fact it’s the scene that wants to be photographed.