Last year I learned of the journalist Charles Bowden, as he died in September, listening to a radio obituary, and to a portion of a talk he gave regarding a book he had written about an assassin from Ciudad Juárez, Mexico. I later came to read more of Bowden’s writing, especially on the subject of that place. I found the writing a corrective to the work of the novelist Roberto Bolaño, and his book 2666, which I had read nearly five years earlier.
Jeff Wall is my favorite living photographer. I like his photographs because he thinks about them, they are complicated to some, but I have always found them relatively simple. I am writing this way at the outset to simplify my intentions, because I think of Wall’s aesthetic as visual ethics.
Some of our staff and the owners of The Camera Store got together to discuss analog photography, and a ‘new’ compliment of chemicals we have added to our darkroom selection!
My last writing for The Camera Store was a botched job. You see, despite my best intentions, I misevaluated an assessment, and in so doing gave myself a few weeks of crisis, or at least an opportunity to think things through a little more.
I started writing this because I was going to watch a movie on Netflix directed by Jean-Luc Godard called “Goodbye to Language”, but this seemed like a better idea because 1) I have been thinking about two books that I recently purchased, and 2) I don’t really like watching Netflix that much, or cinema for that matter. Although “Life Itself”, about Roger Ebert, was mostly good…