If you get in the wrong lift at Baltic this month, you could easily miss the giant, stubbled, chip-eating self portrait filling the back wall. One of the curators said that some people blink at it and don’t get in, or back straight out of the lift. Others, who can’t see through what is usually clear glass, don’t find their floor and just decend again and leave the building. Rankin’s Me, Me, Me, Me series is fun and funny and rather repellent too.
Having recently learned to spot a ringflash by the catchlight, I’m now seeing them everywhere. And although I took better photos of this Rankin-in-the-lift, I like the accidental ironic bokeh rings, and the Gateshead Millennium bridge making itself apparent.
This was the day me and Newcastle’s graf expert went to look at our photos, being screened as part of a show of local ‘community’ artists and photographers, in Baltic’s cinema on the first floor. A few further thoughts about that in a longer post to come; thoughts which tie in with reification, vernacularism (via f-lux, here) , the ‘we are all photographers now’ syndrome, and a few other things that’ve been on my mind just lately. Hmm…
Uptown Top Rankin
If you get in the wrong lift at Baltic this month, you could easily miss the giant, stubbled, chip-eating self portrait filling the back wall. One of the curators said that some people blink at it and don’t get in, or back straight out of the lift. Others, who can’t see through what is usually clear glass, don’t find their floor and just decend again and leave the building. Rankin’s Me, Me, Me, Me series is fun and funny and rather repellent too.
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Having recently learned to spot a ringflash by the catchlight, I’m now seeing them everywhere. And although I took better photos of this Rankin-in-the-lift, I like the accidental ironic bokeh rings, and the Gateshead Millennium bridge making itself apparent.
This was the day me and Newcastle’s graf expert went to look at our photos, being screened as part of a show of local ‘community’ artists and photographers, in Baltic’s cinema on the first floor. A few further thoughts about that in a longer post to come; thoughts which tie in with reification, vernacularism (via f-lux, here) , the ‘we are all photographers now’ syndrome, and a few other things that’ve been on my mind just lately. Hmm…
Whilst outside, this glorious late-summer blue.
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