Brian Finke Photography
I find it hard to write coherent blog posts when I’m writing about artists, because all I want to do is go, LOOK! AND LOOK HERE! AND THIS ONE! And then post a bunch of images and wait for your reaction.
But because I can’t see you, and I want to provide some balance to the flood of images, I am practicing writing blog posts in a semi-restrained way.
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I’m already planning on re-writing the post I did on Bella Ormseth, since it reads like a diary entry, but in the meantime…
Holy shit with this photography.
All of Brian Finke’s photos make me nervous. I feel like I’m being caught gawking – smack in the middle of somewhere I shouldn’t be.
I have so so many questions that pop up as I look at his photos, but I guess I really don’t need them answered; the mystery and surprise is super fun.
From photo to photo his work offers up sex, booze, violence, desperation – all in a spotlit, too-human way. The beauty of the photography is offset by the queasy realization that you’re looking at real life moments.
I feel like I want to brainstorm ideas for his next series – to give him photo assignments just so I can get his take on these alternate realities.
About Brian – he has an amazing CV full of clients like Nat Geo and The New York Times, his work is in several museums, and he teaches at Parsons.
You’ll want to get lost clicking around his site, and if you’re lucky you might be able to find a class by him at some point – we just missed the cutoff for a course he’s teaching through Fotofilmic.
