Masahisa Fukase died about two weeks ago… (25 February 1934 – 9 June 2012)
“Of those who made photographs of experience lived and felt, only a very few could sustain the intensity of that experience and make it into something larger than an immediate visceral scream. This is what Frank’s ‘The Americans’ did for a photographer suffering from the moral disintegration of the exterior world, and this is what Fukase’s ‘The Solitude of Ravens’ [Karasu] does for a photographer, one would guess, suffering from the collapse of a personal interior universe.” (“Fukase’s Face and Photographs”, introductory note by David Travis in ‘The Solitude of Ravens’.)
A few days ago I decided to shoot in GCT a spot I otherwise avoid at all costs. It is busy, loud and touristy, everything that is not me, but I decided to embrace it. I wanted to capture people in their everyday actions and routines.
I kinda liked it, shh… So, here is my mini GCT series. This first image is on the train into NYC. I love this shot for its depth. The reflection goes on and on.