Went for a walk in New West when last ‘down south’. Mixture of industry and commercial, a drive by place to get to the bridges, to switch gears from highways to city streets, to climb hills. The Sally Anne alone is worth the trip. A place to cut your teeth. I don’t even know what that means, really. Maybe they should put that on a sign as you drive in.
If you’re a photographer you’ll be drawn there. Body shops with bent windows, riverside train yard, old steely lines out to pasture, steep avenue diagonals, and there two kids are tossing a frisbee across a weedy field. Pale high rises rise, grudging gentrification. Modern contraptions woosh by but somewhere someone is banging something with a hammer. You could be in a novel by Cormac McCarthy, a new-old-west. It’s all out-of-sync, it’s ad-hoc and unplanned but it has its own ecology.
These were all taken with an old, cranky and spring-driven camera named Gursky, chewing through expired tungsten film. He doesn’t see to well and he has a tendency to exaggerate. He gets confused. Or maybe it’s you – sometimes you forgetowindthecamera. Some doubletakes, but here, that’s good, that’s all right. Too many rules in the city these days, says Gursky.
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