*Climbs out of trashcan*
Hi Tumblr, how’s it going.
spent an hour this morning looking at pictures of people in irish/fisherman/irish fisherman sweaters on google images.
hey no its cool i’m just going to stand by this wall and watch you guys. looks like a fun party. nice to see it from over here
i just copied and pasted myself so it looks like i have a bunch of cool tough guy friends who like to dress like me! it’s my christmas card!
i can’t even tell you how much it annoys me when people take something that’s already cool, like a good movie or something, that’s ALREADY being admired through gif-sets or a quote or whatever, and then write some bullshit comment about why it’s so great— riddled with errors and just generally fucking unimportant.
please don’t write massive posts convincing people to like something that’s generally already pretty well-liked.
Jeff Wall - “After “Invisible Man” by Ralph Ellison, the Prologue”
Jeff Wall based this elaborately staged photograph on Ralph Ellison’s prologue for his 1952 novel Invisible Man. The unnamed narrator, an African American man, lives secretly “in my hole in the basement [where] there are exactly 1,369 lights,” powered by stolen electricity. Some visual details are drawn from other parts of Ellison’s book or come from the artist’s imagination. In this way, Wall refers to his inspiration for this photograph as an “accident of reading.”
Wall refers to his method of photography as “cinematography,” and like a cinematic production his work is dependent on collaboration with a cast and assistants who help develop a painstakingly constructed set. He used a large-format camera with a telephoto lens to achieve such a high resolution and finely detailed print. This photograph, like most of Wall’s work, has been printed on a transparency and mounted in a steel-framed light box. The large-scale image is illuminated from behind by fluorescent lights, which Wall began using after seeing light-box advertisements in the late 1970s.
Children play with make-shift guns in a cemetery, Grenada 1979,
by Alex Webb