I urge you, again, to see the beautiful photography of Karin Rosenthal. Her Cape Cod landscapes are fantastic. But if you love the southwestern U.S., as I do, you'll find her landscapes from the Southwest even more compelling. And I, of course, am particularly partial to the female nudes! Take your pick. They're all beautiful.
That's what Elsa Dorfman, the famed portrait photographer, calls the Polaroid camera of the 1960s.
The Polaroid camera was my generation's iPod, our BlackBerry, our GPS, our Kindle -- that piece of technology that wows and then becomes an extension of the hand.
It was not the little hand-held Polaroid camera that made Dorfman famous, but rather her beloved 20-by-24 inch Polaroid Land Camera -- a huge-format "refrigerator-sized" beast that she has tamed for a couple of decades in the service of great portraiture. She writes in today's Boston Globeabout the sad and senseless disappearance of the film that this camera needs to operate. (Along with the op-ed column, there's a self-portrait of her with her camera.)
And here, following, are three photos that Elsa took this summer. The first is of the whole Tierney family. After the jump are the other two -- of sons James and Tom, respectively. Each print, incidentally, is about 2 feet by 3 feet, beautifully framed by Elsa in an acrylic-glass case.
Today's New York Times carried an interesting art review by Ken Johnson, assessing a Yale University art exhibit called "First Doubt: Optical Confusion in Modern Photography." Good stuff. Check out some of the artists. To my mind, the most intriguing and wonderful is the work of Karin Rosenthal. Superb.