Last night, I pulled a book of my shelf I haven’t looked at for quite a while.
I Want to Live Innocent by Torbjorn Rodland.
The book is curious. I think what I appreciate the most is the degree of self-skepticism. The whole idea of photography is embraced – with strong formal and visual sensibilities – but also questioned as to how or whether it can create meaning. The pictures are smug and luscious, which I find both infuriating and interesting.
And I found a little treat inside.
And given something about I Want to Live Innocent, this seems like just the right place to allow this strip of pictures to continue to live. I hope I forget, and have the same delight finding these pictures with Andrew again.