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Admittedly, this blog and its maintainer have eclectic tastes. "Eclectic," as you might suspect, is a nice way of saying that there is very little intertwining theme to any of this. If you end up liking some (or most) of the things I like, you might find that wondrous.

I seek to post only items which are credited to the originator, be it fine art, photography, tattoos, or writing. If you see something uncredited, do feel free to point it out to me. Also: ask anything. Call me out if I fuck up. Give props if you feel like it. Ask questions. I like internet interaction.
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ellie-lane-imagery:

All remaining prints in my shop are now on sale for $25 each! Snatch one up and help me make room for some new print products in 2014! Happy holidays, everyone!

Perhaps if you have some extra dollars this Christmas, you might want to buy a pretty print?

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darksilenceinsuburbia:

Jeffrey Stockbridge. Kensington Blues.

During the 19th century, Kensington Avenue in North Philadelphia was a symbol of abundance and prosperity. It once was nationally recognized as one of the leaders in the textile industry. Today, Kensington Avenue is abundant in prostitution, drug lords, drug addicts, and poverty.

Photographer Jeffrey Stockbridge, intrigued by Kensington’s history and current situation, creates Kensington Blues, a collection of photographs that capture the essence of the infamous North Philly Avenue and its urban decay by focusing on its daily activity, its inhabitants, and its cluttered,dirty landscapes in decay.

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My grandmother was born and raised in Kensington. But this is Philadelphia, now.

joshwool:

Sarah Gerard - Writer - Brooklyn

ellie-lane-imagery:

ellie-lane-antics:

Oh, just my husband being cooler than me as usual.

Okay, so, I’ve wracked my brain for ages about what to shoot for Guest-Directed Self-Portrait #24. Last night, I suddenly realized that the idea I’d want to shoot is something I’ve already shot! These are photos of me and my husband that I took for our 11th anniversary back in the spring. I hope I can retroactively use them as GDSP #24, because you gotta admit, they’re pretty rock ‘n’ roll.

WHAT THAT’S SO GREAT

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chrissembrot:

Happy rainy Tuesday, Philly! Here’s Jeff, aka @browntownrodeo
It’s going on month #4 of shooting these #urbansurfers and it will never get old meeting interesting and amazing people like Jeff. We share the same neighborhood, have lots of friends in common, and really appreciate good tattoos.
Oh, he also loves motorcycles and building shit with his hands.
Sorry ladies, he’s taken.
Thanks homie for the time. It was a pleasure meeting you!
#dawnpatrol

natgeofound:

A 1936 color photograph shot in Berlin on Afgacolor, a German film.Photograph by Hans Hildenbrand, National Geographic

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What if one of the most important street photographers of the 20th century was a 1950s children’s nanny who kept herself to herself and never showed a single one of her photographs to anyone?

Decades later in 2007, a Chicago real estate agent and historical hobbyist, John Maloof purchased a box of never-seen, never-developed film negatives of an unknown ‘amateur’ photographer for $380 at his local auction house.

 

John began developing his new collection of photographs, some 100,000 negatives in total, that had been abandoned in a storage locker in Chicago before they ended up at the auction house. It became clear these were no ordinary street snaps of 1950s & 60s Chicago and New York and so John embarked on a journey to find out who was behind the photographs and soon discovered her name: Vivien Maier.

 

More here

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jacsfishburne:

Untitled (July 8, 2013 | Brugge, Belgium | Week 28/52)

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I have so many pictures still to upload and go through, but I wanted to try and catch up on last week’s 52 Week image, so here is one I took in Brugge. While I’m not quite sure what I was doing photographically while I was walking around during the trip (I kept going, WTF when looking through things…), I’m pleased with my self portraits from the trip for the most part. And I use that term loosely. (Maybe I’m too hard on myself. But that’s how you get better, right?) I was an idiot and decided to not bring my normal lens and only brought a 50mm so I had to view everything differently for this trip which I kind of enjoyed. I started to take in forms and shapes and lines and textures instead of the whole picture. More pictures will start up in the queue as soon as I have finished them and figured out what in the world I was actually taking pictures of.

lleveret:

The Silence of Dogs in Cars, Martin Usborne.

I was once left in a car at a young age. I don’t know when or where or for how long, possibly at the age of four, perhaps outside a supermarket, probably for fifteen minutes only. The details don’t matter. The point is that I wondered if anyone would come back. The fear I felt was strong: in a child’s mind it is possible to be alone forever.

Around the same age I began to feel a deep affinity with animals – in particular their plight at the hands of humans. I saw a TV documentary that included footage of a dog being put in a plastic bag and being kicked. What appalled me most was that the dog could not speak back.

I should say that I was a well-loved child and never abandoned and yet it is clear that both these experiences arose from the same place deep inside me: a fear of being alone and unheard.

When I started this project I knew the photos would be dark. In a sense, I was attempting to go back inside my car, to re-experience what I couldn’t bear as a child. What I didn’t expect was to see so many subtle reactions by the dogs: some sad, some expectant, some angry, some dejected. It was as if upon opening up a box of grey-coloured pencils I was surprised to see so many shades inside.

There is life in the darkest places inside us.

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sexartandpolitics:

Nan Goldin - Amanda in the Mirror, Berlin, 1992