Author: Sarah M Smith

Observation: Motivation, Dedication

I came into this class truly knowing very little about photography and the world of photographers. I respected the industry, though I did not know exactly how or why it all works. I do not feel I understand it all now, but I certainly have a more firm grasp on (at least some specific) photographers and their motivations in their work. Motivation  came up a lot over the course of this semester – with the many of the horrific or inhumane events/realities we covered, we would all look to the photojournalist in the middle of it all and question, “Why do you do this? How do you do this?” In our discussion with Ron Haviv and Ashley Gilbertson, I think they gave a fair response – “How do you not?” Perhaps that is not satisfying for some people. Are they in it for the fame? the art? the thrill? the possibility of changing the world? But I think they are completely entitled to give such a response. I do not need to know their entire reason for wanting to enter a war-torn country or an impoverished city, and perhaps they do not even completely know themselves, but regardless: I am certainly grateful they do what they do and I respect them even more than before I took this course.

In observing this wide swath of photographers, their motivations were certainly varied for more reasons than we know. The one thing that seemed to be consistent amongst everyone, though, was the dedication of the photographers to their work. Looking back now, this seems like an obvious thing to observe; how could these individuals not be dedicated to what they do? We discussed so many things that separate photographers from one another – the minute differences between photojournalism and documentary photography, the way women are treated differently than men in the industry, where people differ if they are in an agency vs. with a publication vs. freelance vs. under an editor vs. on their own – and the vast number of differences makes it seem there is little uniting the world of photography. Dedication to the craft, though, across all fields and all types of photography seems to be a powerfully unifying force.

Calling something “art” leads to many nuanced layers of connotations, but for lack of a better term, the art of photography only still exists in the world because of the dedication of the men and women who keep it alive. Whether they are fashion photographers who spend hours laboring over the right shot, documentary photographers who seek out social justice in the far reaches of the globe, or conflict photographers imbed with a military overseas, these people bring a passion to their work that is incomparable in other industries. I think back to reading about the early days at Magnum, and that same passion is present then, too; an empire in the photo world was built from a group of individuals who were dedicated to photography. Even though the industry and even the mechanics of photography have changed a lot over the past few decades, the passion is what remains.

Photography & The Stigma Surrounding Mental Illness

Shiny marble tabletop

Aisle in library

Green outdoor table with red wall in background

Stairs leading down

Trees and cement park benches

Office door with pamphlets and chair in front of it.

Desk with medication on it

instagram.com/lookatme.ntalhealth

The medium of photography has the capacity to be extremely personal and entirely honest. Unfortunately, the medium is also able to be dishonest; images hold more power than we consciously assume, and they can easily perpetuate stereotypes and stigmas within our society without complete intent. With regards to mental illness, a powerful stigma exists in all aspects of our society. As Peter Byrne points out in Advances in Psychiatric Treatment in 2000, “Mental illness, despite centuries of learning and the ‘Decade of the Brain,’ is still perceived as an indulgence, a sign of weakness” (Byrne 1). There are many complex reasons as to why this stigma still exists today, regardless of the advanced knowledge the science world now knows about mental illness. Photography plays an arguably significant role in the preservation and extension of this stigma; more often than not, photos of extreme, isolating images are used to represent the whole of mental illnesses in the media, advertising, and even so-called awareness campaigns. This stereotypical, false representation of mental illness is not only unfair, but also truly detrimental towards any attempts to break down the social stigma surrounding the mental health community.

Photography and mental illness come together in a large, positive way in the work of Ashley Gilbertson. He is of course renowned for his work with preserving the memory of veterans, many of whom died due to poorly diagnosed or poorly treated mental illnesses after returning home from war. Gilbertson himself openly speaks about his personal encounter with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) after he returned from covering the war in Iraq (Mccauley). His ability to identify with this mental illness undoubtedly heightens his ability to photograph it truthfully.

In 2013, Gilbertson photographed Stacy Pearsall, a fellow conflict photographer who was in the midst of coping with PTSD and suicidal thoughts after having travelled imbed in Iraq and Afghanistan. The photos are stunning; they show Pearsall smoking a pipe in the woods behind her house and tending to her horse outside her barn. They are very high quality images, but the content is overwhelmingly average. Pearsall does not look incredibly sad, nor incredibly happy. She simply exists in her personal normalcy. Herein lies the beauty of these photos: Gilbertson was able to capture a woman with a mental illness just acting like a human being.

This series of photos was the inspiration for my project. I have personally dealt with mental illness in family members around me growing up, and within myself. I also feel personally affected by the stigma – I ignored the social anxiety and depression that shaped my life for as long as possible. I unknowingly partook in “self-stigmatization,” which is accepting a stigma to be true and then turning it on oneself, usually in the form of shame (Corrigan 485). On this topic, Byrne again ponders:

The question arises as to just what all this shame and secrecy is about. Negative cultural sanction and myths combine to ensure scapegoating in the wider community. The reality of discriminatory practices supplies a very real incentive to keep mental health problems a secret. Patients who pursue the secrecy strategy and withdraw have a more insular support network.

All of the stigmatizing in our society is supported in the photographs and portrayals we see representing mental illness. In a study of how mental illness is shown in television, a study found only 3% of characters to be openly impacted by an illness, and of that small percentage, “the mentally ill were most likely to commit violence and to be victimized (Signorielli). Additionally, “the mentally ill characters were less likely to be employed outside the home, and if so employed were likely to be seen as failures” (Signorielli). In advertisements that deal in some way with mental illness – whether it be for medication to treat symptoms, a suicide hotline promotion, or just a general good-will ad about reaching out to those in need – the illness is always portrayed in the extreme. A dark, depressed man curled up in the fetal position, meaning depression. A woman with her face in her hands, hair frazzled, meaning anxiety. These images are difficult to relate to for someone without these illnesses, and they may even be difficult to relate to for someone with these illnesses – photographs that dramatize and even exaggerate certain characteristics of mental illness further the distance between “the mentally healthy” and “the mentally ill,” prolong the tendency to “other” those who suffer from an illness beyond their control, extend the cycle of shame and fear and secrecy, and perpetuate the stigma surrounding mental illness.

With both this and the refreshingly more pleasant and “normal” work done by Ashley Gilbertson in mind, my project became an attempt to capture, basically, a boring day in the life of someone with social anxiety. I based the style of my photography on Jessica Dimmock’s series of photos on uninsured Americans – she used low-resolution, almost grainy imagery to show a woman’s struggle to receive cancer treatment without health insurance. I loved the way the images looked, and as I was only working with the camera on an iPhone 5S, the idea of “low-res” was particularly appealing.

None of my photos have people in them, and that was a conscious decision. Thinking through the biggest day-to-day struggle for me and my anxiety, I felt that finding a place to sit is always the most challenging. Having spoken to other people with similar anxieties, this seems to be common – it can be very stressful to either sit surrounded by other people or sit alone; nothing ever feels ideal. So, the majority of my images deal with seating in some capacity. One shows the outside of a therapist’s office, which is just a regular office in the Liberal Studies building; one shows medicine mixed in on a bookshelf. I created an Instagram account for this project and uploaded my photos through there, mimicking Dimmock’s style through filtering each photo in the same way. I felt a social media account would be ideal to present these bland, fairly boring photos – through social media, we are expected to present our best, most idealized self to the world. This only adds to the capacity and tendency to be secretive and ashamed of one’s true feelings and struggles.

I know I am not a good photographer and I certainly do not claim to be one. I had a strong motivation and idea behind my project, and I carried out the visual side as best I could. What I hope is conveyed through this project, even a little bit, is that “normal” means so many different things to so many different people. Someone with a mental illness has a different “normal” than someone without one, but that does not make them any less of a person. Portrayals of mental illness in photography and the media only make this more difficult for people to see; the stigma surrounding mental illness will not break down until people are able to see one another not as “other,” but as fellow human beings.

Works Cited

Byrne, Peter. “Stigma of Mental Illness and Ways of Diminishing It.” BJPsych Advances, 06 Jan. 2000. Web. 06 May 2016.

Corrigan, Patrick. “Structural Levels of Mental Illness Stigma and Discrimination.” Schizophrenia Bulletin. Oxford Journals, n.d. Web. 04 May 2016.

Dimmock, Jessica. “America’s Uninsured.” VII Photo Archive. VII Photo, 2007. Web. 02 May 2016.

Gilbertson, Ashley. “Military Suicide.” VII Photo Archive. VII Photo, 2014. Web. 03 May 2016.

McCauley, Adam. “Overexposed: A Photographer’s War With PTSD.” The Atlantic. Atlantic Media Company, 20 Dec. 2012. Web. 06 May 2016.

Signorielli, Nancy. “The Stigma of Mental Illness on Television.” Journal of Broadcasting & Electronic Media 33.3 (2009): n. pag. Taylor & Francis Online. Web. 03 May 2016.

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Steve McCurry Show

I’ll be perfectly honest: I have never attended a photography show before, so I did not know what to expect when I arrived at the Rubin Museum. I suppose I was initially struck with how few photos there were; once I walked through the exhibit, I wanted to see so much more of his work. The photos that were there, though, were incredibly engaging. They were grand not only in scale, but also in the sheer amount of content they contained – most of the pictures contained multiple people or scenes and there was just so much to process as I stood before them. This never made the images feel busy, though; rather, they were awe-inspiringly full of life.

Overall, the best word I can use to describe the show as a whole is vibrant. All of the photos were overwhelmingly colorful. There were bursting pops of color everywhere, whether it was a girl’s clothing, powder from a Holi festival, a painted wall, or a man’s bright beard. The color was intense, and it led me to wonder how much McCurry had enhanced his photos. Never in my life have I seen such bold colors simply existing in nature – does this mean McCurry heightened the intensity of his colors, or should I take this fact as proof that his photography captures something extremely foreign to my personal life experience? I think it may be a little of both.

The colors were not the only factor contributing to the vibrancy of McCurry’s work. The images had an explicitly happy, positive, and hopeful tone. The bright colors aided in conveying this tone, but additionally, a lot of the subjects were smiling, dancing, bounding, or plainly looking content and peaceful. McCurry was not showing hardship. He was not photographing pain or struggle. This could not be more evident than in this photograph, showing an old man with a destroyed sewing machine making his way out of a flood from a monsoon. His sewing machine, perhaps his most significant possession, is completely ruined, and he is up to his neck in water, yet he has an enormous grin on his face. The man looks utterly blissful in spite of his present situation.

man with sewing machine in neck high water

man with sewing machine in monsoon

This image reminded me of one of Haviv’s shots from Blood and Honey which I can only describe as its photographic opposite. They are similar on the surface, but are polar opposites in terms of the mood they covey. Both photos depict an elderly person traveling away from something – the man, probably heading to dry land, and the woman, possibly leaving her home to find a safe refuge. The two people actually look fairly similar – gray hair and worn, wrinkled faces shape their persona. Their lives are seemingly being ruined in the moment the respective photographs were taken – the man is desperately clinging to his broken sewing machine, probably the source of his income, and the woman’s city is overrun with soldiers and war.

old woman with headscarf walking city street

blood and honey – old woman walking from soldiers

As similar as these two photographs physically look, the underlying aura of each is drastically different. The man and his sewing machine look hopeful and truly cheerful – but the woman in Bosnia is devastating to look at. These two opposing moods are representative of the greater works in which they are contained. Blood and Honey is not a positive work; it shows pain, war, and human desolation. Haviv’s photo of the old woman is entirely emblematic of the horror of the story he is trying to tell. McCurry’s photography of India is light and fairly cheery, and the sewing machine man embodies that spirit fully.

In addition to the positivity and vibrance of McCurry’s collection, there is another quality to his work that is more difficult to describe – the photos feel very majestic and nearly other-worldly. To put that in extreme terms, the bright colors and fanciful spirit of the images make them seem like they exist as paintings of a fantasy world. This is evidenced in a large way in McCurry’s image entitled “Blue City.”

blue city rooftops and building sides

blue city: jodhpur, india

This photograph captures the city of Jodhpur, India in all of its bright glory. The buildings, sky, and truly everything about this image are as blue as imaginable. When I first came to this image in the museum, I genuinely stopped and looked at it from every angle possible because I was convinced it was a painting. After research, I learned that this magical blue city certainly does exist – but there are other small details that really struck me that make this photograph so unbelievable. The microscopic yet clear detail is so impressive – I was struck by two separate people standing in their doorways, looking as though they were placed there with the stroke of a paintbrush.

Person in city with blue rooftops and building sides

person in doorway

Silhouette of a person in building doorway

other person in doorway

 

 

 

 

 

 

At first glance, bold color is the only thing the viewer sees when looking at this one of McCurry’s photos. This reminded me of a boldly colored photograph of Haviv’s, his near-perfectly composed shot of blood in snow:

person walking away from blood stained snow and dirt

haviv’s blood and snow

Like McCurry’s blue city photo, initially the only visible feature of this image is the deep, dark red pool of blood. It is shocking and striking. However, upon deep investigation of the image, small details like the people in the doorways of McCurry’s photo are evident. Within the pool of blood, there appear to be at least two distinct sets of footprints. There is a white piece of paper with (as far as I can tell) a black number three printed on it. How many people were involved in producing this red snow? What other clues did they leave behind? The small, mysterious details in both McCurry’s and Haviv’s photo are incredibly enticing – they leave me in awe and with many, many questions.

Steve McCurry’s photographs of India are unbelievably vibrant and truly magical. They provide a remarkably bright look into alluring aspects of Indian culture, and the photos are a reflection of McCurry’s love for the very culture he captured. Although the underlying tone is drastically more cheery, his photos are easily comparable, at least aesthetically, to some of Haviv darkest work. This is a testament to the incredibly striking quality of the photos – regardless of whether the tone is positive or negative, it is conveyed powerfully and beautifully.

Haviv Photo Response

 

Ron Haviv’s photography from the Bosnian War is a defining marker in world history – his perspective is the lens through which the entire world sees and understands the conflict. So many of his photographs are considered iconic, but perhaps the most iconic, defining photo of his from this time is the image of a Serbian solider kicking a dying Bosnian woman in the head. Not only does it perfectly capture the horrific nature of the war, but it is also, simply, a quintessential “Eastern-Europe-in-the-90s” image. The clothing of the civilians, the car in the background, the style of building – this is a moment completely cemented in time.

When we first looked at the photo, I was not sure if I had seen it before; it seemed familiar, but I had been looking at an inordinate amount of war photography so everything seemed vaguely familiar. I decided to ask my mom what she knew of the image – I figured I could use her as a even measurement of just how recognizable this photo is for people who lived through the war, as a complete outsider. I texted her Haviv’s photo and asked if she recognized it. She responded immediately, “Holy s***. Is that Bosnia or something?” I feel like this sums up the general, common knowledge of the photo (in the US at least): a recognition that it is from the Bosnian War, and besides the horror associated with that fact, not much additional information.

In a much greater sense, Haviv’s photo is the defining shot of the Bosnian War – not only does it shape the way people perceive the conflict and violence, but it has been used as evidence for war crimes. As John Kifner of the New York Times put it, “It tells you everything you need to know.” This is, overwhelmingly, the consensus about the photograph – it shows the story of the nasty war as plainly as possible. Not only does it capture the essence of the Serbian forces, it also individually incriminates the soldier performing the action in the photo (whether or not he feels guilt for it is another matter entirely). Richard Geib ran a blog in the 90s devoted to reactions to the Bosnian War, and he reflected on Haviv’s photo, saying, “There is nothing worse than a thug pretending to be a ‘soldier’ wearing a uniform and wielding the power a gun gives him. Such an individual is a bully plain and simple.” This photo not only shows the greater conflict as a whole, but also narrows in on how personal and despicable the violence was.

Susan Sontag was critical of the way the photo was received because she fundamentally took issue with the idea that one photo could tell such a large, complex story. Naturally, this one shot does not tell the entire story of the Bosnian War, but if you had to sum it up in one image, it seems to be the general consensus that this photo mostly does the trick. This is how this image is now preserved in history – iconic, yes, and the short explanation for what happened during the Bosnian War. This photo’s legacy is that it will continue to be in the small field of images that we as a society deem iconic – one of those that has been burnt into our collective consciousness forever.

Sources:

http://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/bosnia/bosnia.html

http://www.nytimes.com/2001/01/24/books/pictorial-guide-hell-stark-images-trace-balkans-descent-photographer-s.html

http://www.adamklein.me/2011/09/on-susan-sontags-regarding-pain-of.html

http://artthreat.net/2010/12/joe-sacco-interview-2/

 

 

 

 

 

VII Response: Gilbertson & Dimmock

VII is a much newer, more modern agency compared to Magnum – the work on the site is all from within this century, while Magnum’s archives span nearly an entire century of work. Thus, VII’s collection is smaller and contains lots of categories that feel relevant to the news cycle I’ve grown up with: the Iraq War, the Refugee Crisis, the 2004 Olympics, Obama’s inaugurations, the 2010 Haiti Earthquake, and even the Iowa Caucus from last week. Everything seems very up-to-date, current, and like a true encapsulation of the past fifteen years of worldly events.

The site itself is similar to Magnum’s with its sleekness, and it takes a red and (mainly) white theme (as opposed to the black and white themed Magnum site). On that topic, most of the VII pictures are in color; the black and white photographs are certainly a minority in the collection. I have to say this surprised me – sure, much of Magnum is not in color because it comes from a time when color was not an option, but the modern black and white photos on the Magnum site seem artistic, intentional, and appropriate. The black and white VII photos, at least for me in the little amount I’ve spent with this content, seem a little forced and unnatural. Perhaps it is simply that they stick out on the more colorful VII archive.

Another big characteristic that I noticed of the VII website is the heavy amount of text. Captions, descriptions, bios, and other pages of the site are much wordier than the Magnum website. It seems to be more common for modern websites to have less text, especially one dedicated to a photography archive, but VII has a lot of words on its pages. Many of the photographers’ work that I was looking at was very specific and pertained to very focused times or events, so the detail certainly helped to provide background and context.

I approached the site with the search function and just started looking up significant events and people from the past decade or so, like the ones I named above. This allowed me to get a feel for the site and the types of photographs that were contained in the archive. Many of the pictures were unique and striking, while this also served as a reminder that VII photographers do not live in a world with limited film:Search results for "Obama" on the VII website

The pool of VII photographers is much smaller than that of Magnum, which obviously makes sense, but still surprised me a little – there may not be many people, but they have a massive, impressive body of work to show for themselves. To focus in on two photographers, I set out to find women. I first selected Ashley Gilbertson, looked through many photos of Iraq from 2003-2005, veterans programs, and families of soldiers. I then read through Gilbertson’s bio and learned he is in fact a man, but I was too struck with his work to move onto another person. Gilbertson spent a long time photographing refugees in the early 2000s, then ended up in Iraq for the middle of the decade, and moved on to working on the effects of war (veterans, suicides, families, brain damage) – his career has taken a very natural direction. He has received numerous awards for his work, being honored with the Robert Capa Gold Metal, an Ellie Award, and an Emmy nomination for some of his multimedia work in most recent years.

Soldier in combat gearing sliding down marble staircase

A U.S. Marine slides down the marble bannister in Saddam’s palace in Tikrit, Iraq, April 14, 2003.

I was drawn to one striking characteristic of Gilbertson’s work: he’s captured very heavy, intense scenes, but sprinkled throughout images of war and illness and destruction are photos that appear overwhelmingly joyful:

This is a photo of a Marine in Saddam Hussein’s palace in 2003, and below is an Iraqi child playing with some fake weaponry.

Iraqi child with fake knife.

Gilbertson has a remarkable ability to capture something positive in the face of a lot of negativity and violence. Without the context provided in the captions, it’d be hard to guess these images are both from a heated Iraq in 2003.

After covering the Iraq war, Gilbertson moved onto veterans affairs and the personal effects of war on involved individuals. A lot of these images, such as stressed Veterans’ Suicide Prevention Hotline employees taking desperate phone calls, are filled with hard, raw emotion and pain. Gilbertson again, though, captures beauty and happiness through all of the terrible circumstances. For instance, I was really drawn to a series of photos involving this woman, specifically this image:

War photographer struggling with PTSD. Woman stands with horse in front of barn

This is an Iraq war photographer who came home from war, suffered from PTSD, struggled with contemplations of suicide, and now has a hard time day-to-day with life. Directly from Gilbertson’s caption, “Today, to prevent overwhelming feelings, she smokes a pipe in the woods near her home and rides horses.” This has the looks of a stock photo of “happy woman with horse,” which is yet another instance of Gilbertson’s ability to contrast light and darkness, both literally and figuratively.

I moved on to Jessica Dimmock, confirmed she is a female photographer, and started looking through her work. She’s photographed a wide swath of people and events, made a music video for Moby’s “Wait For Me,” and served as photographer and videographer for the HBO mini-series The Weight of the Nation. Her folders of work range from Hurricane Sandy relief, Gossip Girls stars, and Hillary Clinton to photos of paparazzi, families with autistic children, and factory workers in Vietnam. She’s done it all.

I was particularly struck by her low-resolution photo series about the faces of uninsured Americans. There are a lot of photos of this one woman, Sandy Flanigan, and her struggle with not being able to afford cancer treatment.

Woman in doctor's office

Faces of uninsured Americans: Sandy Flanigan.

When she was diagnosed with leukemia and given six months to live in 1999, her health insurance premium skyrocketed and she had to drop her coverage. This photo is from 2007, where she is still alive but struggling to find care for a tumor that has been growing for months. This next photo is after her hospital visit, where she was examined and then charged exorbitant amounts for tests and pharmaceuticals, leaving her family helpless, stressed, and in debt.

Woman leaving an expensive appointment.

We hear about uninsured Americans constantly in the news and in politics, but rarely do we get faces assigned to statistics and numbers. A politician may tell a story about “someone they met” along the campaign trail who was without coverage, but this is different. Dimmock, though, has captured the pain and struggle of the day-to-day life of an uninsured woman so well in this series. In the second photo, even though we cannot see her face, Sandy’s stride and hand gesture tell us everything her face is saying – she is concerned about living, about the toll her sickness is physically placing on her, and the financial toll it is taking on her family. She needs help, and she cannot get it. Along with all of the VII photographers, Dimmock gives a face to this pain and a voice to the helpless.

Sarah Smith

Sarah Smith at beach looking out at water

I’m a freshman in Liberal Studies and I plan to transition into Gallatin after my sophomore year. I don’t have a concentration entirely nailed down, but I’m interested in a mixture of comedy writing, television production, and journalism. I currently work as a corps member with Jumpstart NYU, a program that places college students in low-income area preschools on the Lower East Side to help children develop language and literacy skills for kindergarten. I love every late night television show you could possibly name and I dream of working on any and all of them one day. I’m a firm believer that things happen for a reason and that laughter is the best medicine. Paul F. Tompkins is my hero, I don’t like dark chocolate, and I find great power in seeking the good in others. Like you, I’m just trying to see Hamilton.

Magnum Site: First Impressions

The vastness of the collection on Magnum’s website is overwhelming – similar to the content itself, the sheer volume is impressive, diverse, and spans a wide range of times and places. The site is so clean, neat, and simple, and I think this design is the best way to view this type of photography; there are no distractions, no colors on the borders of the pages, and very few words. The photographs are allowed the space and freedom to speak for themselves, and they most certainly do.

I approached the collection by looking at the “Whereabout Map” section of the site and delving into different parts of the world. Most of the major countries are represented with dozens of photographers who have shot there – hundreds upon thousands of documented moments from all of the significant events of the past century and a half. I started in Europe, poked around in the Middle East, and then transitioned over to Cambodia, looking at poverty, war, religion, art, community, tragedy, and strength along the way. I then chose my two photographers at random from the list (by completely just judging their names and making associations in my head). I picked Bruce Davidson because his name seemed familiar, American, and that maybe I could relate to his photos. I chose Lu Nan because I am interested in the history of Asia and figured I would see something less familiar, but definitely distinct and fascinating.

Bruce Davidson is in fact an American photographer, born in 1933. He has been fascinated with photography since the age of ten, and was an active, accomplished photographer throughout high school and college. After serving in the military, he came back to the US and joined Magnum in 1958. He is perhaps best-known for his impressive first-hand documentation of the Civil Rights Movement in the 1960s, for which he received a Guggenheim fellowship, an NEA grant, and an extensive exhibit at MOMA. This project contains some fairly iconic images of Martin Luther King Jr., including the following that I found very familiar:

Dr. martin luther king jr. surrounded by reporters

Dr. martin luther king jr. sitting at a table with microphones in front of him

It was a different project of Davidson’s that I found most compelling, though. In 1959, he published a photo essay entitled Brooklyn Gang. I was drawn to the raw simplicity of the photos – all black and white, naturally, and all seemingly candid. They are small snapshots of banal moments in a group of teenagers’ lives: walking down the street, buying a soda, laying on the beach, sitting in the back of a car. And though they are taken from a different era, they seemed so overwhelmingly familiar and comfortable. This first photo in particular captures that feeling for me:

Man at lunch counter

It is impossible for this photograph to be any more quintessential-1950s-white-American-teen. The Coke, the penny candy, the scrawny yet tough character, the way his sleeve is rolled up far too high on his arm, the slicked back hair – this might as well be a screengrab out of an episode of Happy Days. And nearly all of the pictures look like this, like the way we’ve all agreed upon defining the 50s from hindsight. Yet it’s all very real in these photographs; these teens have been documented in such a way that their lives resonate in a very true fashion with me today.

Young man at the beach sitting in the sand

This second photo of Davidson’s intrigued me because it left me with a lot of questions. Whereas many of the other photos in this series seem candid and casual, this one stands out because the subject is facing the camera directly. The posture and the angle we see is very open and vulnerable – it welcomes the viewer in, and opens the door to many questions: Is he alone on the beach, or are his companions just not in this shot? What is he carrying in his luggage? Exactly how old is he? What do his tattoos mean? Does he know that cat? This picture really captured my attention and drew me in, like all of Davidson’s extensive, impressive work.

Next I moved on to Lu Nan. His work instantly instantly grabbed my focus, so I tried to learn about his life, and I found that to be a mysteriously hard task. It turns out, the 47-year-old Chinese photographer (the only Chinese photographer in Magnum, ever) is a notorious recluse and cryptic person. Not much is known about his life, and he will occasionally inexplicably disappear for years at a time. Nan’s work, regardless of the details of his personal life, is painful, beautiful, spiritual, and enlightening. I was especially drawn to his series On the Road, the Catholic Church in China. This project documents the underground goings-on of the illegal Catholic community in secular China in the early 1990s. My initial expectation going into Nan’s work was that it would be very foreign and unfamiliar to me – however, my Catholic upbringing made the images of Catholicism in this distant country very familiar. These two photographs were particularly resonate:
Young man in long robes walking along mountain pathGroup of people sitting in a circle

They capture images that are so commonplace in my mind – a member of the Franciscan order and a group of people gathered in prayer. But the background and undertones of the images are what make these shots so powerful, unique, and different, at least for me – the picturesque mountains so casually and elegantly providing the backdrop for the photos and the very real sense that the religious actions being taken are highly dangerous. The main picture in focus in the foreground with an exotic background mimics the very nature of that which is depicted (in my mind): something clear up front, with something very unknown in back.

The following two photos from the Catholic photo essay additionally left me awestruck:People surrounding mother and baby

Man speaking to older women in front of a large window

Both capture the moment of baptism, initiation into the Catholic Church. The top pictures shows an 8-day-old baby being baptized, and the caption reveals that it is illegal for a person under the age of 18 years to be baptized. The bottom picture shows an 82-year-old woman being baptized. Both depict an overwhelming sense of strong faith, and, furthermore, a dedication to a religion that is so difficult to dedicate oneself to in China at this time. A lot of Nan’s work depicts heart-wrenching, sad realities in China, but I found that above all else, a true sense of community and commitment is evident in the people shown in his work.

Finally, I enjoyed this picture of Nan’s, because it reminds me of Carl and Ellie in the movie Up.

Elderly couple sitting in front of wall with photos