photography

The past isn’t past

Images of Russia, during World War II and today:

At Geekosystem, Robert Quigley writes:

Russian photographer Sergey Larenkov is a master of a technique called, alternatively, perspective-matching photography or the fancier computational rephotography, which consists of precisely matching the points-of-view of vintage and modern photographs and exploring what happens where they merge. Since last year, Larenkov has been assembling a series of such photos on World War II

Some Photoshop whizzes have criticized Larenkov’s work on the grounds that the mergers are too jarring in their contrasts and could be executed with greater smoothness on his part, but, in the absence of an explanation of his work, I think that’s kind of the point: It clearly takes a great deal of patience and technical aptitude to create these photos, and the harshness of imposing war and its devastation on pristine modern European cities works better when it’s not too slick.

Browsing through Larenko’s gallery, the work is pretty uneven, but in a way that’s actually revealing. Some of them just put photos of groups of people from WWII against contemporary backgrounds, or vice versa. It looks sort of like one of those kitschy sepia-tinted photos of your family dressed in old-timey clothes you might get at a theme park. Overwhelmingly, the best images, like those above, blend outdated or obliterated buildings and vehicles into the existing cityscape. It’s the materiel, not the men, who matter.

Partly, this is because vintage photos of destroyed cities are just so compelling. This is an underappreciated contribution of Matthew Brady and the other photographers of the American Civil War. They kicked off a new kind of photorealist aesthetic focusing on machines and the worlds destroyed by them. All those strange geometries and fragmented buildings then funnel into the first waves of photographic abstraction. Here are some pictures of Charleston and Fort Sumter (after the allies retook the fort, bombarding it with heavy guns):

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Fort Sumter

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Like me, Ta-Nehisi Coates is fascinated by the way that the Civil War is a war driven by and brought to bear on “stuff” (human beings in the form of slaves and soldiers being just the most visible, contested, and precious kind of stuff) He quotes the historian Daniel Walker Howe:

While the growing of cotton came to dominate economic life in the Lower South, the manufacture of cotton textiles was fueling the industrial revolution on both sides of the Atlantic… During the immediate postwar years of 1816 to 1820, cotton constituted 39 percent of U.S. exports; twenty years later the proportion had increased to 59 percent, and the value of the cotton sold overseas in 1836 exceed $71 million. By giving the United States its leading export staple, the workers in the cotton fields enabled the country not only to buy manufactured goods from Europe but also to pay interest on its foreign debt and continue to import more capital to invest in transportation and industry. Much of Atlantic civilization in the nineteenth century was built on the back of the enslaved field hand.

Neil deGrasse Tyson likes to point out how it’s a mathematical certainty that the air we breathe and the water we drink passed through the lungs and kidneys (respectively) of everyone who ever lived. Likewise, in these Civil War photos, both the destroyed Southern buildings (one of them a US army fort) and the Northern cannons that destroyed them result from the profits of American slavery. Americans like to think about victories in World War II without thinking about the cities and people destroyed in Russia and dozens of other countries (including Japan, Italy, and Germany) that stand behind that war — in no small part because we don’t have to live with them, to walk down those streets, to feel those ghosts. But we’re haunted all the same.

 

Oh, it’s just Sauron after all

I’m a sucker for portraits of the universe.

 

Show me the internet

In a fit of curation and ingenuity, Noah Brier whips up a gallery of visualizations of the internet. And no, it wouldn’t be complete without The Net, circa 1995. Wow.

Noah points to this piece over at The Baffler which poses the same question—what does the internet look like?—and ends with this bit of disenchantment:

The problem isn’t really that we don’t know what the Internet looks like. It’s that what it looks like is so horribly ugly: not a glistening Tootsie Roll pop, not an open freeway, not a shimmering clear pool of chlorinated water nor a siren-littered sea, not even a chiseled movie star, but giant, hulking factories dotting the landscape of the Pacific Northwest and the Eastern Seaboard, covering old landfills, sprawling, like dozens of Costcos smashed together, stacked with metal and diesel generators and powerful cooling systems, crossed by power lines that deliver 2 percent of the world’s energy to the so-called cloud, where your tax returns and credit card statements cross paths with Medicare files and corporate budgets and your old love letters and the photos of Jennifer Aniston’s newest boyfriend.

So, I totally disagree.

I think the internet is the screens. Without the screens, who cares? Without the screens, it’s just a bunch of derivative-trading-bots talking to each other. The screens make it interesting—they’re the magic portals, the magic mirrors. My visualization of the internet ignores the server-farms and the network spaghetti. Instead it’s a mosaic of all those screens, some on phones and some on laps and some on walls, but more and more of them over time, all getting bigger and brighter.

Yeah, actually, I think my internet might be the Transparent City.

 

Found Functions

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It’s one thing to have a neat idea like this; it’s another to execute it so perfectly. The quiet images, the chalky lines… all just so. Click through for the whole series.

I think I’m going to go take walk on Clement Street now and hunt for parabolas.

(Via Nat Torkington.)

 

Tiny tornado

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Matthew Albanese made this out of steel wool, cotton, ground parsley, and moss.

I just typed that but I don’t actually believe it.

(Via Guy.)

 

The secret genius of the MySpace shot

Another opus from the OkCupid data blog: this one is all about profile photos.

What I love is that any single one of the findings they present would have made a totally fine post. Totally link-worthy. But it just keeps going… and going… and going. Like they couldn’t stop themselves.

And then there’s this graph…

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…which just about sums it up, doesn’t it?

There’s actually a really deep humanity to this post, and to the OkCupid blog in general. It would be easy to talk about this stuff in a really crass, cynical way. But instead, the blog overflows with charity and nerdy enthusiasm—for all of us and all the weird things we do.

(Via Dan.)

 

Prayers in the dark

One of the most riveting things I’ve read yet out of Haiti is photojournalist Damon Winter interviewed for the NYT’s Lens blog via cell phone. Near the end—

Is there anything [else] that you want to tell Lens readers?

There was one thing that didn’t really make pictures. It was my first night here last night. We were staying at a hotel on the edge of a pretty heavily damaged neighborhood and at night, you could hear people singing.

People are out on the street at night. It’s really hard to photograph because there’s no electricity. It’s pitch black. But all night you could hear them singing prayers. It’s pretty amazing the ways that people are dealing with this tragedy. It says a lot about the Haitian character. They are an amazing people.

As the night went on, we had earthquakes. We had a small tremor. Then, in the middle of the night, there was a really big tremor. At that point, most people had gone to sleep. It was pretty quiet out. I was lying in my bed. I couldn’t really sleep. It was so eerie because that silence was broken by screams. You could just feel it. Everyone was so scared, probably just thinking back to what had happened and reliving that moment.

You see people out on the street because they’re scared to go back into their houses at night. They’re really taking solace in each other and the company of their families and friends. It’s pretty amazing to have the strength and energy to be out singing.

The whole conversation—and, of course, Winter’s images.

Via @benvoluto.

 

The bird in the river

Ooh, very good photo-with-a-caption from Jonathan Harris today. He gives away the punchline but you don’t realize it ’til after the fact.

His captions have been getting longer lately. I’m starting to think this might be a game, and by the end of the year, he’s going to be posting pictures followed by novellas and long-form narrative journalism, and we’ll read it all happily.

 

Monday tab dump

Some things worth sharing:

  • These photos by Ruben Brulat are like Where’s Waldo meets The Road.
  • The blogpost-of-fragments is actually not an easy thing to pull off! At least the BOF that does more than coast on the fake revelation of juxtaposition. Tim Maly pulls it off here. “Gradual calamity!”
  • Who knows what the future holds… but I bet Geoff Manaugh could make a pretty bad-ass movie. It would take place in NAKATOMI SPACE.
  • I like what the New York Public Library is up to with Candide here, though I haven’t found the bit that really clicks for me yet. I’m going to keep an eye on it as they add more. Also: It reminded me of Rachel Leow’s wonderful Google Map charting the Travels of Marco Polo.
  • You might have seen this already: Al Gore’s eye for typography. I just wanted to add that this jibes precisely with my experience of him; he has an incredible eye for detail, and in the, like, actually-cares-about-cool-stuff way, not the crazy-famous-person way.
  • Google Street View update (previously): Hmm, perhaps they’ll sell virtual billboards composited into Street View space.
  • A very cool new track from The Knife and some collaborators that are new to me: Mt. Sims and Planningtorock. I love it that, in 2010, this is almost pop music. It’s from an opera about Charles Darwin.
  • (Wait… The Knife made an opera about Charles Darwin?!)
  • Broadband yes; toilet no. (Via BA.)

Voilà!

 

Space on earth

Vincent Fournier photographs “the interiors of Chinese, Russian and US space agencies”—

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—and also the places where astronauts train:

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Wowww.

Via TMRW.