Friday, March 26, 2010

the place where death went

Roland Barthes, whose philosophy of photography sprang from the loss of his adored mother, treasured photographs of the dead woman for their almost shamanistic value, as a kind of literal transcription of the light that emanated, directly and physically, from her living hair, her skin, her dress. Through these feelings he aimed at an unsurpassable definition of photography - as the place where death went when religion let go.

- Claudia Roth Pierpont

Thursday, March 18, 2010

handed down mysteries

Where everything is bad
it must be good to know the worst.

- F.H.Bradley

Saturday, March 13, 2010

a paradise that comes and goes.

Debauchery is perhaps an act of despair
in the face of infinity.

- the brothers Goncourt / Jean-Léon Gérôme