I quite like this; it's mostly well-written, where it's not overwritten with showboaty rhetorical jargon. I suppose that's an 'About Barthes' thing, I've seen it before, lots. Academia, eh? I feel I already have a pretty good handle on pop-culture Barthes, having never actually read him (I tend to skate over texts, avoiding the thin ice). Always fun to get a new, thoughtful and erudite take!
The ostensible subject of this one, "Keeper of the Hearth" is unclear until almost half-way through, where it is named. Ok...
“Here already from the very beginning England’s heart shines,” admires EZM. “She wishes to create a network and community of colleagues banded together to interpret ideals of love, responsibility, comfort, and most importantly care taking.” England? WTF? Oh, the editor.
The gatekeepers. The emergents. The holy lucky ones. The smoothies. The ones who lend the moon a beam. The ones who defer to degrees of lockstep. The bald cynicism which informs my viewfinder. Thank you, Mr. McClintock. Your essay underlines the lubrication of a pervasive machination, which thrives on rehashing contemporary photographers the world needs to watch.
I quite like this; it's mostly well-written, where it's not overwritten with showboaty rhetorical jargon. I suppose that's an 'About Barthes' thing, I've seen it before, lots. Academia, eh? I feel I already have a pretty good handle on pop-culture Barthes, having never actually read him (I tend to skate over texts, avoiding the thin ice). Always fun to get a new, thoughtful and erudite take!
The ostensible subject of this one, "Keeper of the Hearth" is unclear until almost half-way through, where it is named. Ok...
“Here already from the very beginning England’s heart shines,” admires EZM. “She wishes to create a network and community of colleagues banded together to interpret ideals of love, responsibility, comfort, and most importantly care taking.” England? WTF? Oh, the editor.
The gatekeepers. The emergents. The holy lucky ones. The smoothies. The ones who lend the moon a beam. The ones who defer to degrees of lockstep. The bald cynicism which informs my viewfinder. Thank you, Mr. McClintock. Your essay underlines the lubrication of a pervasive machination, which thrives on rehashing contemporary photographers the world needs to watch.