This was the final Supercar Saturday of the season. My sons and I drive to Chicago to look at the cars and to pick out the ones we’ll all eventually drive. I’ve seen almost all of the cars before, and I appreciate them all. But I’m always puzzling over how to shoot them without just firing off photos of each one. I watch the other photographers shoot everything and I wonder, who wants to look at photos of cars just sitting there? I love the cars, but I don’t just want photos of them. I want photos about them.
This time I just shot the interiors. I looked at them as landscapes (vertical, of course). There was bright hot sun outside, but the light was soft inside the cars. I skipped the exotic, modern cars in favor of the old American cars. The interiors had a simple utility to them, and I remember sleeping comfortably in them as child as my father drove.
It is about vagabonding, sitting down under a tree anywhere. It is about wandering in the universe by yourself: you will start looking again. The conventional world puts a veil over your eyes, it is a matter of taking it off during your time as a photographer.
Sergio Larrain (via thewhitedarkroom)
“Inimitable ethnographer of offbeat and unknown Americana, the late, great documentarian Les Blank chronicled the music, food, and rituals of regional micro-cultures. From odes to garlic and gap-toothed women, to intimate portraits of blues and folk music legends, to broadcasts from the wacky world of Werner Herzog, Blank’s films are joyous celebrations of folk traditions and larger-than-life personalities.”
A 16-film retrospective starts September 2nd at BAMcinématek.