New interview up on the site!!! This time we got to sit down with one of our all-time favorites, CHRIS BUCK. Generous with both his time and his thoughts, this one is, if we do say so ourselves, Amazing.
Goddamn, was I excited to interview Moby. I read the other interviews he’d done about his photography, listened to a few podcasts he visited, checked out his new album, read the New York Times article where he talked about his house… I went deep. Which was fitting, as Moby himself goes deep when it comes to photography. He gives it the kind of thought I both deeply respect and am more than a little in awe of.
Because, c’mon, we expect artists to have a single specialty. We expect their dalliances in other art forms to clearly mark them as dilettantes. And yet, here’s Moby, giving as much energy and consideration to photography as he does to music, producing a stunning body of work that instantly dispels any thoughts that he’s merely slumming it as a photographer. The following interview only hammers home that idea.
Ezra Caldwell passed away this weekend, and seeing him go brings me great sadness. Dynamic, audacious, and fucking funny - he faced life with a gut-wrenching honesty that I could hardly believe was real. His zest for life inspired me, and watching a man I admired slowly lose his battle with cancer ultimately broke my heart. Seeing those bushy eyebrows through all their states - laughing, crying, full of hope, and finally acquiescing was soul wrenching and sobering, a testament to an undying spirit with a passion for life that always held its own.
I had the great fortune to interview Ezra for The Photographic Journal. Hearing the tinny of his voice and watching his eyes melt back into memories for a few hours from my home office left me dizzy. Interviews like his, with their ability to manifest emotions and demonstrate passion, are the reason I started The Photographic Journal. To this day, I hold my conversation with Ezra as what our journal aspires to capture.
And while I am tempted to mourn, I am inspired instead to celebrate. Celebrate the life Ezra lived so well, and hope that I can live my life with even half the fervor with which he lived his.
- Agustin Sanchez, Co Founder of The Photographic Journal
We’re very proud to publish Photo Essay 009: Lost Spring by Bessie Secor. The essay explores a duality, with Bessie capturing a fashion shoot, and concurrent black and white film details shot by collaborator Nicola Ciscato.
The relentless passing of the seasons fascinates and affects me deeply.
When the harsh winter takes over, my soul feels lost. Only those little beautiful things, that stay in the corners and cracks, bring me hope of the recurring spring…
Even when your path is cold, desolate and hostile, this hope pulls you forward into the journey of life.
We drove for 7 hours with an 81-song playlist. We went to shoot, but looking back, that’s not what I remember. The pictures didn’t seem to matter so much. It was about the music, the stories, and the friends.
This is their story; of two best friends that found a little grace in the small abandoned town of Amboy.