Confessions of a Self-Taught Photomaker: Epilogue
There’s a crushingly unique olfactory signature exuded from a pit toilet in the boiling months of summer…no matter where you are; a completely indiscriminate assault on every bodily sensitivity. Somehow this makes me think of Eddie Adams and his bulletproof utterance on how every photograph … Continue readingConfessions of a Self-Taught Photomaker: Epilogue