I stumbled upon a photographer/book that I am really intrigued by. His name is Andrew Bush. Here is a write-up snipped from Amazon regarding Bush's recent book:
"Andrew Bush (b. 1956) examines this tension between private and public in his remarkable series of photographs of individuals driving cars in and around Los Angeles—a city famous for its car culture. By attaching a camera to the passenger side window, Bush made these pictures while driving alongside his subjects—often traveling at 60 mph. Taking notes on the speed and direction he was going, Bush created extended captions for the images and called the series Vector Portraits. Published here for the first time, this portfolio is accompanied by an essay by culture critic Patt Morrison and an interview between the photographer and Jeff L. Rosenheim that discusses the Vector Portraits in the context of Bush’s photography as a whole. "
This one sparked my inspiration a bit this afternoon as I continue to strive toward my breaking-the-mold-of-"everyone look at the camera", and I-just-want-to-photograph-what's-really-going-on portraits. It's hard to take truly candid portraits of people these days. I struggle between "am I creepy because I'm taking this photograph of a person and they don't know I am?" and, "um, am I supposed to have them sign a release now?" I think I might start a new series once the sun brings out more life called "faceless portraits." Maybe it will be just what the doctor ordered. More snaps and sun, that is. Definitely, more sun. Unquestionably, more snaps. I miss my camera. I miss the glowing bulb in the sky.
I have an ever growing curiosity and interest in complete strangers - and the secret lock-box of those that are closest to me. It's an interesting dilemma; the curiosity of not knowing. One-part yearning to revel in deepest-darkests the other appreciative of the undiscovered. I ponder what they think about when they first wake up in the morning, when they're brushing their teeth, when they go for a walk. I wonder what they think about when they look in the mirror, when they conquer a fear, when they lose sight of their goals. I suspect that they've had very difficult times, and times when they have felt invincible. I anticipate how I'm different from them and how I'm the same. I consider the greatest moments of their life as well as the most dire. I wonder if they feel guilty, ashamed, nervous, ill. If they feel elated, boastful, better, high.
Surmise. What a captivating cliff-hanger.
I think about these things while we hurry by each other on the sidewalk, while we stand beside one-another in a line for coffee. I want them to know that I think they're great, beautiful, inspiring, perfect, and complete. That I wish I could know their story and that they could know mine. Instead, we probably shuffle on by - and I don't know how in all the streets, in all the world, in all the lines, in all the coffee shops - we stumbled through the same interstice in a coincidental flash... the world is a stirring thing. I'm just starting to agitate the torrid surface.
Just a few things that have caught my happy attention lately..