Monday, July 11, 2016
The Friends of Brando Society
"The Friends of Brando Society" met yesterday afternoon at one of the local saloons. It was a sendoff, of sorts, but there is to be another, or so I have heard. It was a reportedly small turnout. Bigger things are in the offing. I didn't go. I'm not superstitious, but they say not to speak ill of the dead, don't go whistling in graveyards, etc. I was tempted here, but I will not. Perhaps I'll tell stories at a later date.
I finished reading the Arbus biography. The book will change the way we view the photography, I think. She lived at the end of an era. People knew one another. The creative world was smaller. It is astonishing to read about. Now that everyone is famous. . . .
I came to an awareness of the photography of August Sander from reading the bio. I knew some of his photographs, but I had not looked at them extensively. How could I have overlooked them? His work is strange and wonderful at times. This portrait of a man and his sons is thrilling. I will learn more about it.
I want to photograph, but the weather is brutal now. I spend my days off lying naked, napping. There is no walking about with cameras. The land is flat, the people dead. There is nothing but the palpable and invisible heat.