Tuesday, 11 January 2011

Monday, 13 September 2010

Sunday, 22 August 2010

If you lived in this town

This is so beautiful. I think I love Aiden Moffat even more now...

Friday, 13 August 2010

Musn't Loose The Punctum

... it is this element which rises from the scene, shoots out of it like an arrow, and pierces me. A Latin word exists to designate this wound, this prick, this mark made by a pointed instrument: the word suits me all the better in that it also refers to the notion of punctuation, and because the photographs I am speaking of are in effect punctuated, sometimes even speckled with these sensitive points; precisely, these marks, these wounds are so many points. This second element which will disturb the studium I shall therefore call punctum; for punctum is also: sting, speck, cut, little hole - and also a cast of the dice. A photographs's punctum is that accident which pricks me (but also bruises me, is poignant to me).

Camera Lucida, Roland Barthes.

Photo by Ungtblod

Sunday, 25 July 2010

Sunday, 13 June 2010