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Passion

   
San Francisco Gay Pride Parade

July 1st, 2000

Passion, In A Fashion
A not too common surge of energy this morning, an interest in puttering around and cleaning up all the crap that has been building up these last few weeks. Update the list of camera equipment for the insurance people. Do the laundry. Install the Wacom tablet. Scan some photographs. Return the movies I'd rented last night (South Park, Bigger, Longer and Uncut and Girl Interrupted), listen to Frick and Frack on public radio. The last time I felt like this for any extended period of time, I started building a model railroad. Time to get ready. For something.

I like this photograph. Tell me what this woman is thinking, what she thinks about the SF Gay Pride Parade photographer taking her picture. Pictures are not words. If they convey a story, they are stories that are made up by each of us, unique and alone inside of our own heads. Same picture, two different viewers, two different stories, perhaps two totally different stories, the greater the difference, the stronger, the more moving, the better. I hope that if she were to see this picture she would like it, for reasons different than mine, for reasons different than yours, but that it might elicit (an inner) smile. Why do I shoot pictures like these? The answer lies in the pictures themselves and perhaps the reason is ultimately no reason at all, that they really don't work for anyone other than myself. For now, they occasionally whisper, and I occasionally hear something I can't quite make out. Perhaps another lens, a faster film, a younger man with a clearer mind. Or time. And practice. And then again, maybe all this is just my own little hallucination, tripping along in a solitary dream packing a camera. Two cameras.

Anyway, back to ground. I occasionally wonder what it might be like to work with a model who knows how SF Gay Pride Parade to work with a photographer in making an image. My studio fantasy. My assumption is there's a personal interaction in that collaboration, but it's a threesome and the third and most important member, the one on which all the attention and energy is focused, is the image itself. The interaction for the model, if I'm guessing right, is not with the photographer, but with the audiance, with her own very particular and very special audiance that exists in her head and nowhere else. Or is that just another way of saying image? Multiple audiances with an image for each? As a model you work with a photographer, but only as a tool. Shit, here I am going off again. They're just snapshots, Prop. Snapshots. If they give you a hard on, my son, then fine, but they're just images in a fog and you're pontificating again. OK? Knock it off.

 
The photographs were taken Sunday at the San Francisco Gay Pride Parade. The quote under The Sole Proprietor title is by Oscar Wilde.


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