Camille Lepage ”Youth in South Sudan”(2013)
This Captured moment I’ve seen, experienced, and I’m sure it occurs in every city of the world. Currently where I am, It’s called Happy Hour. Yet I can’t connect fully with the subjects in this photo for obvious reasons that ultimately instill discomfort in me. Why must it be so difficult to associate with a gesture belonging to another world? - is our smile not the same as the smile manipulated on a corpse?
Captured at a moment in which Gloria Richardson has managed to diminish the gun to a mere negated object. However, the Punctum, for me, is the soldier clutching onto the other soldier’s arm - a more apparent sign of defeat is not possible.
Clamor mute. Cesar Vallejo elegant in his poverty. Every photo that exists of Cesar Vallejo absolutely tears at my heart. Clamor mute is what I find myself uttering when I see this photo (any photo of him).
Eric Bouvet From Chechnya War 1995-2000
If you look closely, squint if you must, you’ll see that the rugs on her back begin to take form of roses. I force a metamorphosis of the woman into a bouquet of carnations amid this miserable setting.
Ian Berry "Tanzania" (1967)
I can only wonder - and it is the mirthless, fog-veiled march, as though that of a funeral’s, that triggers such a thought - if the cattle are aware of the importance of the youth with his spear for their livelihood.
Elliot Erwitt "Thanksgiving" (1988)
Idols warped by one’s particular location: a young girl seemingly unfazed by being at eye-level with the passing Snoopy contrasts that of one at ground-level having to look skyward.
Jean Becancenot ”Mother and Daughter” (1930s)
The child possesses features identical to those of her beautiful mother, but also carries hints of what we can assume to be that of her father’s features. And behold, a story has been triggered! That of a timeless beauty conquered by a common-looking man.
Eugene Richards (unknown year)
The saddest face is that of a man - a man whose tears do not complement the stoic face they travel.
Danny Lyon “Josélyn” (1972)
The hold the boy in the background has onto his cigarette becomes perverse the moment I cannot help but liken it to that of an adult’s grip onto whichever vice of his.
Time’s cruelty has been captured in this shot; cruel in its unwarranted assault on those who have yet to maintain their balance on earth.