Reminds of of New York City, where people had the loudest, yet most intimate, phone conversations in public I'd ever heard.
To me the picture doesn't have a gravity that would give it the darker feel I think the text suggests. I suppose hidden doesn't always mean "bad" though, and I'm reading something into that already (or projecting something onto it).
Certainly, the sunglasses support the theme - I'm always wondering what sunglasses are hiding.
The photographer comments: I am one of many who photograph the thousands of people who visit our village in Delaware each year for the Arden Fair. See: http://www.ardenclub.org/ardenfairPhotos.htm/ I made perhaps ten photos of this total stranger while she talked on her phone in front of a quilt. She knew she was being photographed, and was certainly complicit in the work, but nothing was said. When I finished, I gave her a nod as I moved away and left her as I found her: a stranger; her with her phone, me with my camera.
Scandalous!
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ReplyDeleteReminds of of New York City, where people had the loudest, yet most intimate, phone conversations in public I'd ever heard.
ReplyDeleteTo me the picture doesn't have a gravity that would give it the darker feel I think the text suggests. I suppose hidden doesn't always mean "bad" though, and I'm reading something into that already (or projecting something onto it).
Certainly, the sunglasses support the theme - I'm always wondering what sunglasses are hiding.
and isn't that just like art?
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I agree with Wenda, it feels more to me like the text is revealing a subtext in the image that isn't immediately evident. It adds a layer of intrigue.
ReplyDeletei like the possibility that the "hidden exchanges" don't align with the 'sunny' image - there's a potential dissonance there.
ReplyDeleteThe photographer comments: I am one of many who photograph the thousands of people who visit our village in Delaware each year for the Arden Fair. See: http://www.ardenclub.org/ardenfairPhotos.htm/ I made perhaps ten photos of this total stranger while she talked on her phone in front of a quilt. She knew she was being photographed, and was certainly complicit in the work, but nothing was said. When I finished, I gave her a nod as I moved away and left her as I found her: a stranger; her with her phone, me with my camera.
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