The photograph both mirrors and creates a discourse with the world, and is never, despite its often passive way with things, a neutral representation. Indeed, we might argue that at every level the photograph involves a saturated ideological context. Full of meanings, it is a dense text in which is written the terms of reference by which an ideology both constructs meaning and reflects that meaning as a stamp of power and authority. We need to read it as the site of a series of simultaneous complexities and ambiguities, in which is situated not so much a mirror of the world as our way with that world… The photographic image contains a ‘photographic message’ as part of a ‘practice of signification’ which reflects the codes, values, and beliefs of the culture as a whole. Its literalness, as such, reflects the re-presentation of our way with the world – the site (and sight) of a series of other codes and texts, of values and hierarchies which engage other discourses and other frames of reference; hence, its deceptive simplicity, its obtuse thereness. Far from being a ‘mirror’, the photograph is one of the most complex and most problematic forms of representation. Its ordinariness belies its ambivalence and implicit difficulty as a means of representation. -The Photograph
New York, NY
I always imagined being pregnant on the island, laying in a hammock on my parents new porch, eating mangoes and rubbing my belly. wearing flowy flowered dresses. barefoot. maybe if there is a next time. or maybe that is just where my child will go to grow and has less to do with his time in the womb. okay, back to reality (i just entered a beautiful daydream) and the toughness of the south bronx. Sunday superhero
Brooklyn, NY.
Artist. Fashionista. Blogger.
You know that one weird chick in your class who always bitched about your town and talked about how she was going to move to New York one day? She did. They all did. In fact, that’s what New York is. Pixxiemeat
