Zen Didion

INTERVIEWER: There’s a certain aesthetic to the way you live. You once talked about using good silver every day.

DIDION: Well, every day is all there is.

Photography, for me, is a spontaneous impulse, the result of a constant awareness, which captures both a moment and eternity. Drawing, by contrast, expands on what our consciousness has taken from the moment. Photography is an action, drawing is a meditation.
—Henri Cartier Bresson

A fun and opinionated set of rules for photography from photographer and former teacher Charles H. Traub — Do’s and Don’ts (found via Andy Adams newsletter, FlakPhoto).

And some of my own photography rules and advice from my (currently hibernating) newsletter here.

meandering line of water prints of bird footsteps on grey walkway that look like lots of little arrows pointing one way and then the other. There is a large puddle reflecting a blue sky that fills most of the top half of the frame and two parrellel lines of water that run from the bottom edge just right of centre to exit the left hand edge of frame, just above the midpoint of that side. There are three fatter, less distinct pigeon foot prints below the double lines in the bottom left corner.
View through a window of a blonde woman washing the glass on the other side. The smeared soap suds and the green cloth in her hand are obscuring her face. She is standing on a balcony and residential buildings are visible in the background
Looking across the top of a construction fence towards the bare branches of a pollarded tree on the right of frame, which almost touch the red tipped ends of the scaffolding structure, wrapped with blue netting, that abuts the end of a London local authority housing block on the left of frame. The sky behind is clear and blue.

Meditations for Mortals and other Reading

“If you don’t prioritise the skill of just doing something, you risk falling into an exceedingly sneaky trap, which is that you end up embarking instead on the unnecessary and, worse, counterproductive project of becoming the kind of person who does that sort of thing.” —Oliver Burkeman

I’m reading a chapter a day from Oliver Burkeman’s pragmatic and wise new book Meditations for Mortals. This has been an apt way to approach a book which suggests that daily-ish is a perfect tempo for the important things in life. It’s allowed me to hold each chapter’s core idea in mind as I move through the world — seeing if it feels true and if there is a space where I can apply it.

I like the central conceit: that it’s impossible to do everything that you need or want to do, and that accepting your finitude sets you free to act without drama, as and where necessary. You can give up the delusion that you will ever be ‘done’ — that one day the conditions will be right for you to do the thing you’ve been putting off. Instead you can look for decisions that you can take now, merely do a thing that needs to be done, and move forward without agonising or procrastinating.

As the chapters are short, I’m enjoying using any remaining reading time to rotate through a small collection of books, dipping in here and there. I’ve previously been someone who dourly ploughs through one book at a time, resolute about finishing, even if my progress has slowed to a crawl, but I’ve been reading much more since I finally took Austin Kleon’s advice to ditch books that bore you and flit around to keep things fresh. (I also like his advice about letting books talk to each other). The first essay in the Calvino collection (below) is about the quality of ‘lightness’ in literature, and recently I find that it applies to many other aspects of life. There is something about loosening your grip, a certain allowing, that makes doing hard things easier. In fact, perhaps the secret is that treating hard things as hard is a recipe for proving yourself right.

In the mix at the moment:

  • Meditations for Mortals by Oliver Burkeman
  • In Writing by Hattie Crisell
  • Six Memos for the New Millenium by Italo Calvino
  • The Dark Forest by Cixin Liu
  • The Beginning of Infinity by David Deutsch
  • A Pattern Language by Christopher Alexander
View out of the window of the library at Cliveden. There are armchairs on either side of the window in the foreground, and the grounds stretch towards the trees on the horizon, with a large ornamental garden visible to the left of the wide lawn

View from the library at Cliveden House.

Large fake prop plant in pot backstage at the Old Vic theatre. The plant stands inside a square of white tape on the black floor. Writing on the tape says 'large plant'. There are various items in the black shelves behind the plant: rigging helmets, Henry vacuums, rope bags, and ladders

↑ LARGE PLANT ↑
Backstage at the Old Vic

View from a high balcony looking out over low council terraces and trees. A bar runs through the centre of the frame and the left hand side of the frame is a misaligned reflection of the view on the right

Is it still street photography when you do it on a farm, but the farm is a city farm?

Volunteer at Kentish Town City Farm feeding goats. She is hiding the food from the goat that is stood on a concrete block, by holding it in her hands behind her back, but a second goat that is standing behind her is straining up to steal it. In the background you can see railway tracks and a railway bridge.

“Photography can be a mirror and reflect life as it is, but I also think that perhaps it’s possible to walk like Alice through the looking-glass, and find another world with the camera —Tony Ray-Jones

Bonus link: lovely B&W pics of Brits by the seaside by Ray-Jones

Overlooking Coal Drops Yard.

Out of focus grille in foreground, circles of sunlight picking out intersections on metal grille seen through the foreground one.
Two pigeons walking along a ledge. Their undercarriages are light with a bright orange light like a boy racer's underlit car

William Eggleston at the piano on NTS

Portrait of photographer William Eggleston smoking at a piano with white metal blinds behind him.

William Eggleston by Stefan Ruiz

A lovely confluence of three things that I love at one link: William Eggleston, NTS, and contemporary classical/ambient music:

William Eggleston 23rd July 2024 | NTS

Black and white portrait of photographer William Eggleston at a piano with white metal blinds behind him. His hand is resting just above the hammers in the interior of the baby grand

William Eggleston by Jody Rojac

The colour photography legend is as steeped in music as in the visual arts (at times referring to music as his first calling), and makes exploratory compositions on piano and synthesiser. Eggleston’s music remained unreleased until 2017’s Musik LP and this is a delicate and rare hour of his music alongside work from Harold Budd, Karl Richter, Eno and others. It’s a finely textured and mellow set that is perfect for editing sessions or kicking back and dissolving into.

Cover of William Eggleston's Musik LP. The central photograph shows Eggleston sat at a low electric piano, with his back to the camera. There is a blue window pan on the right hand side of the frame that divides the picture in half

The images in this post show a few of my favourite portraits of Eggleston at the piano. He is a wonderful portrait subject — soulful and present, elegant and a little scruffy. Juergen Teller has also shot a set of him sans piano that are excellent too.

William Eggleston playing a battered baby grand piano at night on a roadside illuminated by a bar's glowing sign

William Eggleston by Juergen Teller

“Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.”
—Rumi

Portrait of four young men sitting on a park bench in Primrose Hill. From L to R they are wearing: grey puffer and red doo rag, khaki cargo pants and olive hoodie, light grey joggers and black hoodie, red, black and white varsity jacket and black cargo pants.

Ade & friends, Primrose Hill, June 2024

I was walking back from the outdoor gym in Primrose Hill, feeling knackered from a couple of weeks of full days and late nights. I saw these guys squeezed onto the bench together, having a great time, and thought it would make a good picture, so I decided to ask them for a portrait. But as I got closer to them, and before I could say anything, Ade, on the left, called out to me and said, “You look like you could do with a hug…” And when I laughed and said, “Yes, that would be great”, he got up and gave me a bearhug. They were great, so warm and relaxed. We chatted a bit, I took a few pictures, and they asked what my ‘top photography tip’ was. Such a sweet and fun encounter.

Unfortunately, a huge rain storm blasted through five minutes after I’d walked on, putting an end to their chilled afternoon in the park. I jogged home and arrived soaked through.

“Listen to what your work is trying to tell you, because it is the mother of your next work.”

Anthony Gormley’s advice to artists, from an excellent interview on the Art Talk podcast. Lots of insight into his practice and all the wisdom about art and life that you would expect from such a deep thinker and practitioner. I also particularly liked his explanation for using his own body as a basis for much of his work (and interestingly, from very early on in his art journey):

“Can I use this bit of the material world that is closest to me, in fact the bit that I live inside, as both the tool, the material, and the subject of the work? Not because it’s special […] but because it’s the only bit that I can work on from the inside — from the other side of the accident of appearance.”

Lots of great stuff about his choice of materials and ‘the studio as a tool for artmaking’; as well as deciding early on with his wife, the painter, Vicken Parsons, on the life and art practice they wanted, and reverse engineering it to help them decide what to do in the present.

A man taking a photo of an Anthony Gormley sculpture of a man, that is affixed perpendicular to the gallery wall above his head. There is another sculpture of a man further up the adjacent wall and a young girl in a red dress is standing next to the man taking the photo.

According to Zola a work of art “is a corner of nature seen through a temperament”.

Via Edward Burtynsky from In the Wake of Progress

A Broad Church

Paulie B’s Walkie Talkie series is one of my favourite aspects of photography YouTube. I loved two of his most recent episodes — for passion both subjects have for photography, but also because, set against each other they show what a gloriously broad church (street) photography is.

Laura Fuchs is a pulsing beacon of pure joy who radiates throughout every interaction she has on the streets of NYC. Her mission is seemingly to meet everyone and anyone, blast them with her megawatt smile and make a portrait of them. Quoting from the comments, she’s “casually walking around giving people their [sic] best profile pictures in their lives for free”. I watched the entire episode with a huge stupid grin on my face, and if it hadn’t been late in the evening, I would have grabbed my camera to go and take pictures. Pure positivity, pure enthusiasm.

Jake Ricker has been walking the Golden Gate Bridge almost every day for four years, photographing the people, cars and views. The video gives an insight into his compulsion to make work about the bridge, and the difficult and beautiful experiences he has had while doing so. It’s a place that often attracts people in extremis, as well as commuters passing through, and working on the bridge as led to him saving a handful of lives as well as photographing car accidents. It’s often uncomfortable viewing — the pictures are incredible, but it’s heartbreaking to hear that he has gone into debt to continue the project and at times you can see how conflicted he is. Evidently there’s a tug of war in his heart and mind about whether the obsession is worth the psychological and financial pain. In a different way to the Laura Fuchs video, it makes me want to make images. Not because of the feeling of sympathetic joy that I get while watching Laura work the streets, but because his intensity is awe-inspiring (literally so: it inspires equal parts fear and respect.) It makes me wonder what I could achieve if I dedicated myself to a project with even a fraction of his ferocity.

The two photographers have very different approaches and personalities, but they’re united by the core demand of street photography — relentless engagement with the world, over an extended period of time.

Eternal Cognitive Locations

A car window frames a night time landscape, with the fading light of dusk seen through a hole in the storm clouds on the horizon. The interior of the car is dark and the landscape is blurred from by the speed of travel

I loved Matt Webb’s short post about driving in the dark, listening to the Twin Peaks soundtrack, his wife and child asleep. He talks about night driving as “an eternal cognitive location”, an in-between space, a thinking state.

In Matt’s lovely words:

I think you access something other and special when you escape time, escape selfhood, whether that’s driving in the dark or sitting in a hotel lobby or walking, that’s another one.

It does a disservice to this cognitive state to believe that it can be found only with psychedelics or meditation or whatever, whereas there are mundane apertures too, and we do a disservice to alternative cognitive states to choose to name “flow," simply because it relates to productivity, and to leave nameless this mode of becoming diffuse and sensitive, able to sense resonances and new ideas from species memory and from the future, and from there, pluck them, and return home with them.

Driving at night is just one of the situations that act as a gateway into a similar subtle and unbounded creative state for me. I love the feeling of being the only passenger still awake on a night flight, listening to music, perhaps looking out the window at the faint black curve of the edge of the world. Or being awake in the early hours pacing back and forth, lulling the baby in your arms to sleep using a combination of deep breathing and telepathy. Also, working late at my old studio on a Friday or Saturday night, the building empty, the present moment stretched to infinity, nothing beyond the glow of the screen and the warm pool of light from the desk lamp.

It’s a different kind of quiet in the early hours. Being alone, or alone amongst others is a big part of what makes it peaceful, but it’s not lonely. The tranquility embraces you, smudging your edges. Comforted, you’re able to let the tendrils of your thinking radiate outwards. The darkness is essential too — it drapes a blanket of stillness over the rest of the world — as if the only movement in the block universe is happening in the dimly-lit space that surrounds you. You’re outside of spacetime, gestating in womb-time.

The top fifth of the frame shows cars and their brake lights driving away from the viewer on a motorway, the horizon tilted. You can see oncoming traffic in the top right hand corner. The rest of the image is completely black, obscured by the dashboard of the car that slices down and right from the top left corner of the frame

Don’t think about making art. Just get it done. Let everyone else decide whether it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they’re deciding, make even more art.” 
—Andy Warhol

Some Recent Botanicals

Bush with pink flowers seen through out of focus chainlink fence and thin branches small green pot with red and green plant on side board in white hall seen through an open door. there is a white staircase with white banisters in the background red camelias and dark red leaves catching a patch of sunlight. The foreground is in shadow and there are the fronts of out of focus terraced houses in the background. A tree with pale orange fluffy hanging blossom reflected in the car roof in the foreground