Ahh, beauty.

Hey Les. Long time, no etc.

I surfaced in Rome at the end of September (don’t ask). I needed to reconnect with la vita bella. I owed myself an immersion after a long, long period of self-denial (again, don’t ask). Not to say I was after any swooning, Stendhal Syndrome effects; I just felt sorely deprived of beauty. And where better to rejuvenate—beauty inhabits the language, the food, the people, the everyday life of Italy. We know, we’ve been there.

My place was near the Galvani/Zabaglia bus stop, and I was ambling one evening around piazza Orazio Giustiniani. There was all kinds of hubbub, more than the standard Roman white noise. Something about a festival. Another art-photo-extravanganza. Wandering into the midst of it, there in front of me was our friend Alec. His work, I mean. Some darn fascinating pictures in that exhibition; seems he got a commission to photograph the city of Rome. But had his own Stendhal moment and bailed. “Too beautiful,” he said. Can’t say I blame the poor blighter, landlocked Minnesotan that he is. Regardless, he found some things to suggest the beauty he couldn’t address head on, and it’s all gorgeously fascinating and attractive in a Ten Commandments, “thou shalt not” kind of way.

I wasn’t swooning, but I was mesmerized. There’s some sexy stuff in Alec’s show, some almost startlingly so (a nod to the late great Larry Sultan, who we know Alec admired). Some more subtle, though your average 10-year-old ragazzo would probably get the figs and kumquats picture. Some pretty sloppy beauties, though still gorgeous, like the “pale” men, one who seems on a 3-day-bender and the other zonked out in a smoke-filled car. Or that awesome Gabriella, hair like snakes on Medusa’s fearsome head. Snakes (including one impossibly knotted one that ends up looking like a heart), smoke (issuing from a woman’s mouth like a tongue), temptation—ahh, the lustful beauty of it all.

I left full of questions. Is la bellezza truly in the eye of the beholder? Or is there universal beauty? Maybe it’s all in the translation from life to photograph. Good makeup artists and stylists can do wonders, can’t they Les? Bail out a photographer who’s lost his bearings? Worth thinking about.

And for the life of me, I can’t figure out all the pineapples.

 

 

 

 

Ciao bello.

The art of speculation

Last night Errol Morris posted a wonderful series of tweets:

For what it is worth, I subscribe to every single one of these assertions. But the fun part of reading this is thinking about the implications for fine art photographers. What does the clumsy and pretentious term ‘Fine Art Photographer’ mean? For me it means the kind of photography in which authorship is essential to the reading of the pictures. With this in mind, Morris’s 2nd point is key:

The intentions of the photographer are not recorded in a photographic image. (You can imagine what they are, but it’s pure speculation).

This speculation is at the heart of what we call fine art photography.When I look out Robert Franks’s window in Butte Montana, I hold in my head all of the other pictures in The Americans along with some words by Kerouac and whatever else I know about Frank and his biography. In other words, the intentions of the photographer might not be recorded, but their speculation is essential to the experience of the work.

This is a point Geoff Dyer eloquently makes about Frank in his book The Ongoing Moment:

“The pictures are apparently so casual as to seem hardly worth dwelling on. If we do choose to linger it is often to try to work out why Frank took a particular picture (what’s so special about this?)…The purpose of the photograph made from a hotel window in Butte, Montana is to confirm that the view, partly hindered by net curtains, does not merit a second glance (as such the photograph demands that we return to it again and again).”

So what is the photographer’s intention when he recreates another photographer’s picture? I’ll leave that for you to speculate.


Alec Soth, from the series Broken Manual, 2008

Bunny Boy Goes To Rome

I’m leaving on a jet plane today for Moscow and Rome. In my luggage I’ll be carrying a fresh new LBM publication: Bunny Boy Goes To Rome. Following up on the last year’s Brighton Bunny Boy, this new publication features another thrilling adventure from Carmen Soth (drawings, photos & story), Gus Soth (Bunny Boy), Rachel Soth (bunny wrangling) and myself (director).

Check out the new zine here

Buy your copy here (order soon – Brighton Bunny Boy is already SOLD OUT)

Y’rs,

The End of Summer Redux

A year ago I wrote a post saying that the blog was quiet because we were busy working on a bunch of projects. Well, a year as passed and most of those projects came to fruition. But, alas, the blog has gone quiet again. So here’s a little update on what’s going on for the next month and a half.

Soon enough we should have details about our new books and projects. But in the meantime, LBM is having a retreat in Los Angeles where we are taking a break from business and industry. You can see a few snapshots of our teambuilding exercises on Tumblr and Facebook. Woo Hoo,

*** Benefit for Leon Shambroom ***


England. New Brighton, From The Last Resort. 1983-1985 by Martin Parr 

Leon Shambroom, the 25-year-old son of Joan Rothfuss and Paul Shambroom, suffered a severe brain injury in a July 2010 house fire in South Minneapolis. Smoke inhalation and carbon monoxide poisoning have left Leon unable to walk or talk. He requires 24-hour care with daily tasks, and he will face other hurdles in the coming months. Things are likely to become complicated and very expensive owing to the typical bureaucratic hoops too often encountered by patients and their families in the aftermath of catastrophic medical events.

On July 14th, at the Weinstein Gallery in Minneapolis, we will be holding a silent auction for Leon. Over 50 renowned artists, both local and from around the world, have generously donated works to be sold in the silent auction. Please come to show your loving support to our friends in need, and enjoy a night of music, food and art.

Hosts: Alec Soth, Carrie Thompson, Brian Ulrich, Weinstein Gallery and The Minneapolis College of Art and Design.

With a musical performance by Channy from Roma di Luna

Thursday July 14, 2011
Reception: 6pm – 9pm
Auction 6pm – 8pm

Weinstein Gallery
908 West 46th Street
Minneapolis, MN 55419
612-822-1722

Sorry, there are no provisions for those who can’t attend to bid. There may be something on-line later for work not sold at the event, if so we’ll let you know.


“Summer has set in with its usual severity” Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Forgive the silence on the blog of late. It has been a tumultuous couple of months. First there was the relatively short but seemingly epic Postcards From America road trip. Here’s a picture from Uncle Jackson’s shotgun:

Following that I was in Rome for three weeks working on a commission for FOTOGRAFIA – International Festival of Rome in which I photographed, among other things, a snake:

While in Europe I stopped by Paris for some exciting Magnum meetings:

Now I’m finally home for at least a week. One of the most exciting things about coming home was seeing this new book in the mail:

I still have a few more trips to go this summer. But soon enough I hope to be back in the digital saddle. Till then…

Broken Manual in Berlin

I’m thrilled to announce that Broken Manual will be opening on Friday, June 10th, at Loock Gallery in Berlin (6-9pm). To accompany the exhibition, Loock Galerie will present Somewhere to Disappear, a film by Laure Flammarion and Arnaud Uyttenhove about the making of Broken Manual. The screening takes place in the Berlin cinema Arsenal on Friday, 10 June, at 5.30 pm.

Due to a respiratory illness (fricking whooping cough!) I regret that I’m unable to travel to Berlin for this extraordinary night. I’d give anything to be there.

Alec Soth’s Lonely Boy Magazine – the show

Harper’s Books is pleased to present “Alec Soth’s Lonely Boy Magazine,” an exhibition of photographs from two interrelated projects: “The Loneliest Man in Missouri,” and “The Most Beautiful Woman in Georgia.” In conjunction with the exhibition, we are also excited to announce the release of Lonely Boy Mag No. A-2, published by Soth’s imprint Little Brown Mushroom, and featuring work from “The Most Beautiful Woman in Georgia.” In addition to Soth, the show will also contain work by Todd Hido, Peter Davidson and Chad States, all contributors to Lonely Boy Mag No. A-2.

More info here.