mahmelade

 cornel capa, harlem.dominique ingres. went to the frick, baked some eggplant, walked by 911 memorial at a fire station and am reading lots of susan sontag and roland barthes on photography. it’s making me wonder: what does it mean to TAKE a photograph? a photo as art vs. document? does a photo tell the truth? is it a passive art, a spectator sport? do we invent our identity when we pose? who does a photograph belong to, and more importantly, who deserves the merit for a “good” photo-the photographer for capturing and witnessing an instant, the objects in the frame for exhisting? i dont know!