26 January 2008
25 January 2008
Kiosk - a mini project

Welcome to join a mini project called "Kiosk". The pictures above are showing "Sippans kiosk" in Stockholm- it´s been around for ever it seems. The kiosk was built in the early 1950s and is of quite a poor construction. But it is still there. I am very fond of the Pommac and Zingo neon signs.
Wiki has some interesting things to say about kiosks by the way:
In English-speaking countries, a kiosk is a booth with an open window on one side. Some vendors operate from kiosks, selling small, inexpensive consumables such as newspapers, magazines, lighters, street maps, cigarettes, and confections.
The word, which is of Persian origin, refers to an object that acts as a shadow or shade-maker. In fact, more detailed etymological studies reveal that the word "köşk" has the same ancient root as the Turkish word for shadow ("gölge").
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiosk
Well, I guess you have a lot of kiosks in your archives dear reader of the F Blog. Let us know about them and the people on the inside or the outside.
Pictures by Ulf Fågelhammar
24 January 2008
invited guest: Dariusz Siatkowski
name: darek
surname: siatkowski
height: one meter eighty centimeter
country / city: Cold Poland / Olsztyn
breed: mixed
distinguishing mark: a kitbag with old heavy cameras. On my back. Everyday.
creed: Photo-therapy. Believer.

taking-apart and put together again an old russian camera Smiena 8
two car bumps (only right side)
some broken glasses (hard drink)
three little books with poetry
sleeplessness



Sometimes I'm writing, sometimes I'm sculpturing, sometimes I'm painting, sometimes I'm photographing... sometimes I'm alive. I'm trying to catch a little bit of light, little bit of pictures from books, from lifestory people which I know. I'm collecting sentences about photography, I'm collecting impressions and little delighties. I'm trying to know much less than I know. Knowledge lead us to blind. Let the blindness to lead you.23 January 2008
22 January 2008
Invited guest: Joni Karanka
I find it hard to create topics under which to bin or classify my shooting. I just do it all the time, maybe more at night than during the day (I’m not the early bird kind of person) and the only way I can sort it out is by the place where it has been taken or the times at which I’d been dwelling there. I think it must be a bit of that Tom Wood approach. You shoot all the time and at one point go, hey, don’t I have quite a bunch of pictures of Italy at the end of the day? I wish I had those fifteen years of continuous shooting that Wood has, but anyhow, I’ll gather them in, well, a decade or so.
I guess I’m a bit influenced by anybody that looks like disrespecting composition a bit. I sometimes think that I must look as an absolute dumbass myself shooting, at least at night. I’m so clueless at what will end up working in a picture that I sort of throw it all in, but I think that’s the best way not to repeat oneself also. Ha, I’m being too cruel with myself there.

I tried to choose pictures that roughly fall into three sets for accompanying this text. I think they look better than any gibberish I can try to write with this hangover (I haven’t had coffee yet). The first couple are from my nights shooting in Cardiff, where I live. The night shot was recently selected finalist for the first David Alan Harvey fund for emerging photographers (didn’t “win”, though). The second couple are images of Milano. I called the set Milano on the Surface, as it was a fair five day hit-and-run approach to the city. It’s, I think, very true to the appearance of the place. Maybe it’s one of my pranks on people that are really committed into knowing their subject matter… And, well, the last couple of shots are from a local park here in Cardiff. It’s surprisingly shot in medium format, and really hard to shoot handheld with a can of beer in the other hand. It’s fun to hang around with the kids really, some remind me of myself ten years ago. Plus I usually have good tips on bands and photography homework.
Everything is work in progress. And I’m off for coffee.
When i'm inviting a photographer here i rarely try to write something by myself. But this time i need to. I asked Joni to join, he've made a selection. And... i may say this selection is not enough, but... any other as well. Joni catches the moments of people's unawarness, nature or how could you call this in other words. He've already catched like a million of these moments... So, everyone now is going to visit his blog and flickr flow, into a fantastic world of human behaviour....and then you'll know what i mean. :)
20 January 2008
19 January 2008
18 January 2008
invited guest: Yola Monakhov (part two)


The job of photography is both easy and difficult. Easy because the camera does all the work. Difficult because how do you take the visible continuum of what there is before you and structure it for meaning and for effect. The Constructivists, for example, made radical compositions, but they are not just remembered for their graphic design, much as current Russian advertising seeks to parrot the form. Rather, there was a revolutionary idealism to their work and the form reflected this utopian spirit.

Recently, I was offered a ride but the driver to a wealthy Russian and, as we talked, he complained that his salary did not allow him entry into the middle class and alleged that Russia’s parliamentary elections, which had just passed, had been predetermined. I asked him if he had voted and he said no. I asked how he would seek to better his lot. “The better is the enemy of the good,” he answered. Kapuschinsky, the Polish writer, hit on another popular expression Russians use when asked how they are doing: “We live; we breathe.” As though that were enough, or too much.


What then, to make of those lost early-twentieth century fantasies? This is what set me on this photographic mission. Though I do not wish to say it, my work grapples with nostalgia. Not for the era of superficial well-being under Brezhnev when we had our vacations to the Baltics and occasional access to French cosmetics, and cheap tickets to the ballet. But for the dream of a just society, when it was still possible to imagine it even through all the contradictions.

The Russian person tends toward modesty in the face of greater forces. Another common expression is: “We make plans; God makes decisions.” These relationships between the great forces -- leadership, the gifts and privations of the divine, the stain of history, the chances for consolation -- are visible to the observant eye, and I wish to make them visible in my photographs.
Text and pictures by ©Yola Mokhava
The work of Yola is a brilliant example of what documentary photography of today can accomplish. In the pictures presented here, she gives us a memorable ride through Russia in the beginning of the 21st century. The pictures are from Moscow, Murmansk and Kirovsk on the Kola penisula, Ekaterinburg and Saint Petersburg. They were taken between 2003 and 2007. Yola has been kind enough to send a text as well. Along with the pictures you find excerpts from this text (an interview made by Peter Savodnik).
Yola gave me free hands to arrange pictures and text for the blog. It´s not an easy task with such a rich material. I decided to chose the “not-obvious” strategy for this, meaning that there is no obvious relation between the pictures and the text below them. Or maybe there is…? It´s up to you dear reader of the F Blog.
Many thanks to you Yola for showing us your marvellous and important work. Photography matters!/Ulf
For more by Yola: www.sashawolf.com and www.yolamonakhov.com
17 January 2008
invited guest: Yola Monakhov (part one)



Since I have been a photographer, I have been consistently drawn to Russia. It has a personal connection for me, in that, not only am I also a Russian, but in that the debate about Russia’s past and ongoing present frames my understanding of my subjectivity and relationship to history.


I am of the school that says that not only is everything in Russia political, but everything in the world is political. There is always political content in any piece of information, whether image or a text, and, of course, the history of art is replete with examples of images whose meaning is couched in the political exigencies of their time, ie: the Renaissance.

So I do not think about extricating my work from politics. On the other hand, I do not wish to be didactic. If I thought I could offer a critique or commentary about the political situation in Russia in a well-articulated essay, I would certainly do that. Instead, I make pictures that I hope will pose questions.
Text and pictures by ©Yola Monakhov (courtesy of Sasha Wolf Gallery)
(invited by ulf fågelhammar)
For more by Yola: www.sashawolf.com and www.yolamonakhov.com

























