I have an old country song, by a not very country 70’s band called Commander Cody and his Lost Planet Airmen, going through my head. The song sings wistfully about yearning for White Freightliners. I think the trucks should be put on display in a grand hall.
Pictures at an Exhibition presents images of one notable show every weekday.
Today’s show: “Chingaderas Sofisticadas” is on view at Kohn Gallery in Los Angeles, as part of Pacific Standard Time: LA/LA, through Saturday, November 4. The group exhibition, curated by Samantha Glaser and Esthella Provas, presents the work of nine Guadalajara, Mexico–based artists.
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“Haboob” is the word used in Arizona for a dust storm. It makes some people angry, I guess because it comes from Arabic. I can’t read the Arabic in this image. I hope no one is offended. I just like the shapes of the letters, and the humor of the juxtaposition of the elements in the composition. Sometimes, things just happen.
A muse is anything that gets you moving, thinking, doing. I suppose a muse can be both pleasure and fear, banal and creepy.
There’s something creepy and wonderful about Las Vegas. It’s cheesy, seedy, fake, and fascinating. It’s a sort of year ’round Carnival of total indulgence., complete with third rate acts and pot on the streets. I’d like to go back and spend a month or so photographing all of it.
I was determined to get photos, even though the rain wouldn’t stop, and I had to hike along the Strip nursing a broken hip. But the results were worth it.