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Liberty, North Carolina
David Simonton
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"Solo dañamos a los demás cuando somos incapaces de imaginarlos"
Carlos Fuentes
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Mitte, Berlin, March 2012
Leica M6 + CV 35mm 1.4 // Tri-X in Xtol
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(Source: dibuixos)
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(Source: nevver, via uncertainnoise)
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Vienna, March 2012
Leica M6 + CV 35mm 1.4 // Tri-X @1600 in Xtol
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German photographer Michael Wesely has spent decades working on techniques for extremely long camera exposures — usually between two to three years. In the mid-1990s, he began using the technique to document urban development over time, capturing years of building projects in single frames.
(via Photographs Captured Over Years with an Open Camera Shutter)
(via untitled-mag)
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Sam Weber
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Type the sky by Lisa Rienermann
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La nit és el meu regne
La nit és el meu regne. Tinc un desig enorme
d’escriure per la nit, de llegir per la nit,
de pensar per la nit, de plorar per la nit,
de jaure, de deixar d’ésser a poc a poc
enfonsant-me, així, en un habitual naufragi.
Escric darreres coses sobtades, impensades,
repentines, calentes, amb la gran por de caure
en un irreparable oblit d’açò o d’allò
a mesura que vaig naufragant, mentre caic
en el son, en aqueix petitíssim no ésser,
i escric, escric, escric, aleshores envie
les acceleradíssimes botelles del naufragi,
els acceleradíssims missatges del naufragi
amb un deler de platges pacífiques i esveltes
en qualsevulla banda on no podré arribar.
Acceleradament escric, faig testament
ràpid de tot açò i allò que pot ser útil,
aleshores tinc un tendre anhel cartogràfic,
dic, entre pressa i pressa, la situació
del meu cos, del meu cor al moment del naufragi,
tot és un enviar missatges i botelles,
tirar coses al mar, de vegades amb una
clara voluntat d’àncora que no sempre em confesse.
La nit és el meu regne, el meu mar, el moment
postrer del meu naufragi, escric mentre una sal
i unes ones m’emplenen els pulmons, tot el cos,
mentre em rosega el cos l’amargor del naufragi.
Aleshores naufrague el més elegantment
que puc: sobre el meu cos escampe bé el llençol,
poso el cap el millor que puc sobre el coixí,
després, negligentment, apague el llum, rese,
rese amb els ulls oberts; darrerament comprenc
que tot és ja impossible, i tanque els ulls, els tanque,
i llavors em roseguen -minuts després- uns peixos,
em roseguen les boles dels ulls, el cos, el cap,
els peixos implacables de cada nit que em van
assetjant cada dia mentre vaig, mentre torne,
mentrestant faig açò o allò i que de nit surten
de llocs inconcebibles i em roseguen, roseguen
els meus talons, els ulls, el baix ventre, l’esquena…Vicent Andrés Estellés
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Red Circle Photography.
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Spectacular Abandoned Theatres and Cinemas of the Northeastern United States
Any venue designed for the entertainment of hundreds, or even thousands, of people in a single viewing is bound feel rather spooky once the crowds have despersed. Disused theatres and movie palaces are among the most mysterious abandoned buildings, and thanks to the advent of television and multiplexes, they exist in abundance. While their faded elegance makes for a melancholy scene, their vibrant colours and peeling grandeur offer a spectacular subject for photographers like Matt Lambros who captured these stunning images.
Abandoned architecture has fascinated me since I was five years old. My grandmother used to take my brother and I in to investigate any old barn she happened to drive past. She was curious about what was left behind, and her inquisitive nature made a lasting impression on me.I grew up in Dutchess County, New York, and like most places there were quite a few supposedly “haunted” buildings begging for a closer look. Hudson River State hospital, one of the first places I went to on my own, was one of them. My friends and I used to drive around the campus late at night trying to scare each other. It was then that my interest in abandoned buildings evolved into a vehicle for artistic expression.
I’ve spent ten years composing photographic obituaries for once-thriving buildings that are now crumbled and forgotten. My hope for my work is that it will shine light on beautiful, dated architecture and on the equal yet sinister beauty in decay.
(via dearprongs)
