I mean that with all my head, if you have the chance to see one of Leigh Ledare exhibition, don't miss it. I saw his work in Arles last summer and it was my favorite exhibition in about 35. Now he just had a great article written last year by Simon Baker, the new Tate photography curator, on my favorite AMERICAN SUBURB X, and his name keep popping up it seems and he bloody well deserve it.
ⓒ Leigh Ledare
ⓒ Leigh Ledare
There is a lot to be said about the unfolding events of the past few weeks but I fear words are redundant when it comes to the physical atrocities people have been forced to endure. What is there to say in front of a body crippled by gunshots or swollen from the water it has been pulled from?
A few years ago, I understood what invariably attracted me to photographs: bits of junk on the side of the road, old half-buried rags, rusted metal and building sites; the junk, the chaos, the dirt is the only constant in my life; I use to eat gravels as a baby, went on to play in a discarded railway merchandise carriage. Later on I discovered the thrill of breaking in to derelict houses. The high point is the years of seesaw dust which has gathered in every hollow in the chaos of my grand-father's atelier. At the moment, I have four bananas rotting away in a bowls on my windowsill. I am just curious. But I will never be curious about the suffering of some people.
On a much lighter note, I saw today a women in her early 60's wearing black patent very high heels, cotton trousers and an over-sized but tight to her large unsupported breasts white tee-shirt that read SELFRIDGES
IS CRAP at the front and TESCO IS WORSE at the back. I think she was also wearing bold gold hearings and sunglasses. I had a camera in my bag but I did not dare. There is definitely an air of rebellion in London. Also the year I was born, Keith Jarrett was composing his album Birth, you should listen to it, it is absolutely beautiful.