sgcamerastyle:

Singapore Camera Style
Leica M9 + Konica Hexanon 50mm F1.2 Limited
Photographer: Adam Abd Rahim
Location: Leica Store, Raffles Hotel

sgcamerastyle:

Singapore Camera Style

Leica M9 + Konica Hexanon 50mm F1.2 Limited

Photographer: Adam Abd Rahim

Location: Leica Store, Raffles Hotel

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guesswhatsvegan:

Women and their maids: A photographic leveling

Thanks Sociological Images for posting about Justine Graham and Ruby Rumié’s new photo project.  The two photographers went around Argentina, Chile, and Columbia and photographed pairs of women and their maids.  The women are wearing no accessories and have similar clothing on, so the viewer looking to establish which woman is the maid has no recourse to the standard markers in which class is established.  This symbolic leveling could be read as a humanist impulse— we are all people, class difference doesn’t matter— but I think the photographers may be doing something more complex by making people aware of how strong the compulsion is to order people by class.  Furthermore, without class markers to rely on, viewers may read class from other physical characteristics (race, body shape).  Because white guilt racism-deniers tend to claim that race and class are separate, raising consciousness about how we read class from race is an ambitious project.  The fact that their work was created in South America where colorism, not a white/black race binary, tends to frame racial discrimination and class status makes the project even more thought-provoking.

laughingsquid:

Retro American Christmas Devil Greeting Cards

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murakamistuff:

“I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown  into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is  there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.”
—                                                                                                                   Haruki Murakami - 1Q84
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murakamistuff:

I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.

Haruki Murakami - 1Q84

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