Silent Symphony Of Soaring Steel: The Photography Of Margaret Bourke-White

"... industrial forms were all the more beautiful because they were never designed to be beautiful. They had a simplicity of line that came from their direct application of purpose." —Margaret Bourke-White, 1963 Few photographers, to my knowledge, captured the imposing majesty of 20th century industrialism with as much deftness and clarity as American journalist,… Continue reading Silent Symphony Of Soaring Steel: The Photography Of Margaret Bourke-White

The Photographer’s Dilemma (V)

When she arrived at Jamie's apartment she was surprised, it was far less expansive and glitzy than she had expected, given he was a friend of Calvin's. She knocked and Jamie quickly answered, smiling. "Hey, you alright." "No, not really, not at all." She went inside and was given a cup of coffee and sat… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (V)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (IIII)

Campbell returned home elated. Finally, after all her struggles, she would be having her first major gallery showing, at one of the premiere lounges in the city and on a weekend no less where the maximal number of people would be likely to show up. It wasn't just good, it was perfect. She moved sprightly… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (IIII)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (III)

The wicked droning of the club-speaker's drowned out all conversation, interaction was relegated to drunken glances and sensual movements. A communication of primal rhythm. Ariadne Campbell sat in the corner, starring sullenly at her half-empty glass. She could see them out of the corner of her eye. Dancing, kissing, rubbing, whispering about fucking. Her lip… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (III)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (I)

Ariadne Campbell scoffed. "It's... really quite dreadful. He's talented, clearly, but it's just so... grotesque." The woman's companion, a bulky man with golden hair, dressed in a blazer that was far less expensive than it looked, folded his arms took a step away from the painting. He scanned the composition for a few moments and… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (I)