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The Chicago Period

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American born photographer Charles H. Traub (1945) started his career with a series of black and white photographs taken on the beach and the streets of Chicago. He went on to become a well known photographer and teacher. I love how he frames his photographs and uses the 1:1 aspect ratio; a kind of Instagram avant la lettre. Check out more by Charles H. Traub. Thank you jealouscurator for introducing me to his work. Song […]

Abandoning Little People on the Streets

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The Little People Project just makes me smile. Tiny figurines pop up around the globe in familiar urban scenes as London based artist Slinkachu creates his miniature worlds from painted model train set characters. You really have to keep your eyes open in order to notice these Lilliputian installations. Fortunately for the farsighted among us Slinkachu takes great photographs of his work, allowing us to see his wonderful creations. slinkachu.com

The Most Beautiful Suicide

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On May first 1947 Evelyn McHale commits suicide by jumping of the Empire State Building. Photography student Robert Wiles happens to be walking by and hears a loud crash. Only minutes later he takes a picture of the young woman who seems oddly at peace among the broken glass and warped car roof,¬†almost as if she is sleeping. Tragic and beautiful. LIFE magazine published his photograph and is now known as The Most Beautiful Suicide. […]

Fear of Flying

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It sits perched on a windowsill, flapping its wings, remembering flight in a previous life.Wind, that rushing sound filling the air, thrilling the heart. The flapping is stunted, nervous. Each missed moment a reminder of past emotions, passions fizzled out, a parched aching beating inside a hallow ribcage. There was beauty once. The memory is clear, yet distant, like stale knowledge from forgotten books. An attic full of empty reminders, yellowed souvenirs from trips beyond […]