somewhere north of santa barbara
a repository of things made + found by noele lusano, designer - photographer
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here: nl / erstwhile / london / scent / sounds
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there: quadrantgrove / twitter / last.fm :;
Save everything
the only photographers that mean anything to me are the time collectors. sentimental at the core. moved by the beautiful or profane, and unmoved by little else.
what the time collector won’t tell is the difficulty of forgetting, once the perfect image has been made. ‘perfect’ is relative. accidental double exposures shot at frame 37, merely layers of orange, once told a story better than i ever could.
time collectors are driven to save everything. to tease out truth from a photograph shot at f/1.4, or five hundred polaroids of mountain ranges. to unearth david caspar friedrich by way of the sea.
as this sort of photographer the past is always present. it’s what rises to the top, even as files lay dormant on hard drives. the past is that dust that gathers over your vision while unfocusing your eyes in the sun.
‘saudade’ is a word that needs little explanation. an image can always be recontextualized.
time collectors seek universality, constancy, relationships between isolated events. no wonder they look tortured. they’re drawn to numbers, believing they hold a certain metaphysical weight, like light, like faces that reflect.
