I watched this online on the Times site today, and thought it was interesting- what happens to our work, and the traces of our life, when we die.
“A quest to solve the mystery behind an abandoned bag of photo slides found on a New York City street corner leads the reporter Deborah Acosta and her audience to uncover truths about life, love, and loss.”
And speaking of life and work, I have been posting a lot of my work on Instagram lately, so please take a look, and follow me if you like.
A nice piece in the New York Times about French photographer Frank Fournier, who has been living and shooting in NYC for 40 years, originally using Kodachrome film. Years later when looking back at his work, he realized how much he had been drawn to the color red. It’s a funny coincidence to me, because some one pointed out the same thing to me about my work, at a portfolio review years ago.
©Frank Fournier/Contact Press Images
What’s also interesting is how much life New York changed over the course of 40 years– compare the last image of the online portfolio, taken in the meatpacking district, with a recent Google Earth image taken from roughly the same location.