Martine Franck (April 2, 1938 – August 16, 2012) - Photographer

FRANCE. Hauts de Seine. Meudon. 1991.


"A photograph isn't necessarily a lie, but nor is it the truth.
 It's more of a fleeting, subjective impression.

 What I most like about photography is the moment that you can't anticipate: you have to be constantly watching for it, ready to welcome the unexpected."



SWITZERLAND. Basel. Carnival. 1977.

FRANCE. Paris. Opéra Garnier. The "Petits Rats" of the Paris Opera in one of the dressing rooms. 1979.

USA. New York City. Veterans' parade, commemorating the armistice. November 11th, 1974. 


courtesy of Magnum Photos

Doors




"An open door says, “Come in.”
A shut door says, “Who are you?”
Shadows and ghosts go through shut doors.
If a door is shut and you want it shut,
     why open it?
If a door is open and you want it open,
     why shut it?
Doors forget but only doors know what it is
     doors forget."

--Carl Sandburg



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The Bend
By Claude Esteban

Around the bend of a phrase
you return, it’s dawn in a book, it’s
a garden, one can
see everything, the dew, a moth
on a leaf and it’s you
who rises suddenly amid the pages
and the book grows more lovely
because it’s you
and you've not grown old, you walk
slowly to the door.


Source: Poetry (June 2011).
Translated from the French by Joanie Mackowski 


it's dawn in a book somewhere

BLUE BOOK ONE: DREAMHOUSE

"Dreamhouse consists of two high-quality photobooks and two tapes in a lovely wooden case. One book juxtaposes architectural details of men's bodies with architectural details of buildings and the other book juxtaposes architectural details of women's bodies with architectural details of buildings.
Porn, basically. For people who are sexually attracted to architecture.


Photographers featured in Dreamhouse are:
Adam Revington
Alejandra Vaculi
Alice LaComte
Andrew Schroer
Anton Novoselov
ar_graff
Artem Kolesnikov
Avard Woolaver
Barry Falk
black opal 2005
Blackstation
Catherine Mendez
Cedric Yon
Chris Friel
CM Goodenbury
David Olsson
Denis Cherim
Delay Tactics
Diane Powers
Dimas Veodovato
Douwe Dijkstra
Ece Bal
Eiko Weishaupt
Gabriel Green
Gary Poulton
Heitor Magno
Jacob Price
Jan Zimmerman
John Lamont
Jonathan Kos-Read
Juan D Quintero
Kaometet
Katie Bauer
Kenny Lok
Krystian Kujda
Larrend Lacuesta
Laurence Philomene Oliver
Louise Butterworth
Lena U
Luca Norbiato
Malte Wandel
Maria Luisa Corapi
Mariana Castro
Marquitos Sanabria
Maykel Lima
Melanie K
Michael Scholz
Minno Ramirez Terron
Miroslava Brooks
Natalie Kirk
orinoko42
Patrick Warner
Philippe Conquet
Rebecca Risjdijk
RS Nisio
Silvia Grav
Silvia Sani
Sumyko
Tim Schreier
tekktoo
Yves Castellano
The music contained on the tapes is a "soundtrack" of sorts. One tape is a mix of Blue Tapes artists Whitney George, Guzzlemug, Prayer and We are Bright & Broken. The other tape is a collage piece - called Sleeping in Houses - themed on architecture, memory and dreams, by Thank You, Merciless Onlookers."

(the individual books are also available to buy separately from Blurb)

clinging to vines, we lost our minds



Departure

by Sylvia Plath



The figs on the fig tree in the yard are green;
Green, also, the grapes on the green vine
Shading the brickred porch tiles.
The money's run out.

How nature, sensing this, compounds her bitters.
Ungifted, ungrieved, our leavetaking.
The sun shines on unripe corn.
Cats play in the stalks.

Retrospect shall not often such penury-
Sun's brass, the moon's steely patinas,
The leaden slag of the world-
But always expose

The scraggy rock spit shielding the town's blue bay
Against which the brunt of outer sea
Beats, is brutal endlessly.
Gull-fouled, a stone hut

Bares its low lintel to corroding weathers:
Across the jut of ochreous rock
Goats shamble, morose, rank-haired,

To lick the sea-salt.

On abandon, uncalled for but called forth...


Masao Yamamoto
EXTREME WISTERIA
"On abandon, uncalled for but called forth.
                                                                              The hydrangea
Of  her crushed each year a little more into the attar of  herself.
Pallid. Injured, wildly capable.
A throat to come home to, tupelo.
                                                Lemurs in parlors, inconsolable.
Parlors of burgundy and sleigh. Unseverable fear.
Wistful, woke most every afternoon
                                In the green rooms of the Abandonarium.
                                                Beautiful cage, asylum in.
Reckless urges to climb celestial trellises that may or may not
                                 Have been there.
So few wild raspberries, they were countable,
                                 Triaged out by hand.
Ten-thousand-count Egyptian cotton sheets. Intimacy with others,
                                 Sateen. Extreme hyacinth as evidence.
Her single subject the idea that every single thing she loves
                                 Will (perhaps tomorrow) die.
High editorial illusion of   “Control.” Early childhood: measles,
                                                                              Scarlet fevers;
Cleopatra for most masquerades, gold sandals, broken home.
Convinced Gould’s late last recording of the Goldberg Variations
Was put down just for her. Unusual coalition of early deaths.
Early middle deaths as well. Believed, despite all evidence,
In afterlife, looked hopelessly for corroborating evidence of  such.
                                                                                          Wisteria, extreme.
There was always the murmur, you remember, about going home."
© 2012, Lucie Brock-Broido
From: Poetry, Vol. 201, No. 3, December, 2012