http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/index.php PRIVATE international photo review of black and white photography en-us PHP RSS Feed Generator http://www.privatephotoreview.com/img/media/logorss.jpg http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/index.php 80 26 PRIVATE international photo review of black and white photography Through subjects which are hard, frequently morbid and often far from our everyday concerns, these photographers are taking on the primary role of the artist. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/review/private.php/id_riv/62 In Pakistan we have reached a state of alchemy that typifies the post-post modern life. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/review/private.php/id_riv/61 […] In this issue of PRIVATE , they are not images to be quickly rushed through like channel surfing on a television set. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/review/private.php/id_riv/60 Ils sont peintres, sculpteurs, poètes, écrivains, voyageurs, architectes, cinéastes, intellectuels, reconnus et admirés. En grands amateurs, ces personnalités s'adonnent toutes à la photographie. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/post.php/n_id/586 2007-05-29 The Jarach Gallery proudly presents After the Flood, the first solo exhibition in Italy of the Canadian photographer Robert Polidori. After the great success of the world premiere at New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art, Polidori brings to Venice the touching and paradoxical allure of the devastation left behind in New Orleans in the wake of hurricane Katrina. The exhibition consists of 14 large format prints, taken between September 2005 and April 2006, 14 cross-sections of the same landscape of flooded streets, façades of mud-covered houses, pillaged shops and abandoned dwellings. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/post.php/n_id/584 2007-05-25 "C'est au milieu des années soixante-dix que, Franco Zecchin - avec Letizia Battaglia - initie l'une des grandes fresques de la photographie concernée. À Palerme, il fût une époque où l'on n'osait à peine prononcer le mot mafia en public, où l'on ne s'aventurait pas à montrer les images d'alors : des témoignages de faits-divers spectaculaires mêlés à des scènes du quotidien en disaient long sur une population placée sous la "coupe de la pieuvre". De plus, peu de journaux siciliens osaient publier ces photos, aucun espace public ne pouvait les accueillir et les "expositions à la sauvette" dans la rue - espace ultime pour ce photographe militant afin de sensibiliser les populations -, provoquaient de fait un malaise : on avait peur de s'arrêter pour regarder." (Extrait de La Mafia des "Corleonesi". http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/post.php/n_id/576 2007-05-15 I realize how enriched I am through having been on the loose in my formative years. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/review.php/rec_id/224 2003-10-26 Tibet, Japan, Italy, Egypt but most of all China in a collection of Olivo Barbieriís photographs taken between 1997 and 2001, mainly of urban landscapes. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/review.php/rec_id/223 2003-11-10 Medium-format negatives taken in the industrial area of Porto Marghera (Venice, Italy) in 1998 are the matrix of this book. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/review.php/rec_id/220 2003-11-24 Anatomy no piedra el cuerpo sino bruma, fiebre the body not a stone, but fog and fever —Jorge Cortés Ancona I want you inside me want your musical unrest and not just in my head and not just in my heart Deep down there there, I want to hold you and there, I want to move in color, make it deeply local Move you, move me and thrust us deep down where sparks fly, where the glowing note is born Till finally we rest our breath to hold and keep, full stop us and the long fermata Blindfold altro che amore non posso gridare —Jacopone da Todi Without my eyes I can love you blindly and blind, deep yearning with closed eyes feel your adamant body move with mine sense our radiant cumulative evidence Without my ears I can love you almost deaf a lure of sound translated into notes of smell though intermittent noise may rise and coalesce enhanced by our emerging sighs and cries I cannot ever love you without touch our vibrant touch restores to urgent life the tact of seeking hands, our touching sex bursting in sweetest, crudest evidence A Declaration of Dependence [I am] a wilderness looking outat the wild —Wendell Berry I won’t hide my love for you any more Under the muddled cover of friendship As I’m thudding through my brainscape I may seem to you like a raving drunk After all, isn’t that what men do so often Under the guise of carousing in sports bars But I, a woman of woman born and bred You’ll see me, a shining apocalyptic head As I turn to gallop into the far distance Far away from you as space will allow But call me back, and I will blindfold you And kiss you, that’s what I’m waiting to do unto you Ego One that is myself the woman, the ego the so-called lyrical self And also the Other the one with the yardstick the one with the distance with the old edges sharp as knives http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/text.php/scritt_id/375 2008-05-07 Remembering the camps of exiled Kashmeeris These days I am forgetting a number of things like pen and spectacles; sometimes I am unable to recall what I have forgotten. But today, after two long years, I very well remember the exiled like I remember my own mother When I met them that day, I recalled mother who was often compared with them because of the colour of her skin and the pinkness of her lips. When I met them again I thought again of my mother who still looks like them, with her pale, dull skin and dark lips Mother lost control of her legs first, then of her arms and then her neck; now totally bedridden, unable to talk, she is full of wounds and waste They lost their feet in their land, then their arms were pinned down by the political system; their voices were taken away by hunger, their hearts are now filled with blood; one can see their wounds in their eyes How strange that I recall them even after two long years. As clearly as the sky on sunny days suffocating sounds come from mother's throat "ghon" "ghon" I get restless And start thinking about them, I think of that new bride wrapped in a red sari from head to toe. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/text.php/scritt_id/374 2008-04-21 PrivateOwnership, like appetite, requires no skill;and so the enclosures continue;another gate padlocked, anotherpath to the past blocked off, another fencetopped with barbed wire; another hedge,another stile grubbed up; more streetlightsto section the nights ...... http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/text.php/scritt_id/373 2008-04-10