Tuesday, June 16, 2009









































5 comments:

Mick said...

In a word: Hubba! Hubba!

Frances said...

how funny, my response is the opposite.
How sad - all these isolated people crowds and crowds just moving by.
Maybe that's the difference between girl-talk and boy-talk... mick likes the anonymity. I feel the loneliness and separateness of all these existences rushing past.

Frances said...

what I mean is - lots of people communicating, but all communicating with people who are elsewhere. No-one in the minute - apart from you, of course. You are engaging with the non-engaged. I think it is the last picture of the man looking at his mobile that brought the feeling to me. Waiting for someone to communicate - but not someone present.

John said...

Frances - interesting that yo find the images sad - I accept cell phones and BBs as forms of communication...yes, removed from intimacy.

I ventured out an das surprised by amnount of cell phone use.

I did my commuter pics and also at lunch time ventured to Thirty Rockerfeller Center and went into the dimly lit emrchanbt concourse and then into a funky expensive ladies shop for inpiration.

I often photograph solitary figures because they make simple compositions.

Hopper is an influence as is Degas.

jgy said...

I like the woman descending the staircase, and the swatches of color, like that fuscia (?) coming out of the greys...
Like portraits of the everyday, where the everyday is our world of rushing, going,...
And yet you 'stop' to communicate (whether is sadness, anonymyity, or all of the above...!). I like that they are taken in a moment, and yet they endure...(ooh too much talking, I should be a man (I mean woman) of fewer words:)