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New York/Utopia

09_Washington_and_Gansevoort_Street_1985_smWashington Street, 1985 — © Brian Rose

Bob Hill from his blog I Fear Brooklyn:

Brian Rose has done the same for the Lower West Side with Metamorphosis that he and Edward Fausty previously did for the Lower East via Time & Space. Both exhibits ooze sweet melancholia, reminiscent of a scene from Season One of Mad Men during which department store heiress Rachel Menken explains: “Utopia – the Greeks had two meanings for it: eu-topos, meaning ‘the good place,’ and ou-topos, meaning ‘the place that cannot be.’” Time and again, Brian Rose has done an exemplary job of negotiating a 30-year difference between the two.

Metamorphosis is now available on my website, and I will be getting the book into stores soon. Most of the Kickstarter books have been sent out. The exhibition at Dillon Gallery runs through August 15.



New York/Tenth Avenue

10thavenuefreezeoutTenth Avenue and 34th Street — © Brian Rose

When the change was made uptown
And the Big Man joined the band
From the coastline to the city
All the little pretties raise their hands
I’m gonna sit back right easy and laugh
When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half
With a Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Tenth Avenue freeze-out…

— Bruce Springsteen


New York/Books

purchase_29Purchase, New York (4×5 film) — © Brian Rose

My journal has been quiet lately for several reasons, the main one being that I’ve been working on two books. As mentioned in an earlier post, my book about the Meatpacking District is now in the works.The final design is complete, and I am now fine tuning the image files. The whole package goes to the printer no later than mid-January.

At at the same time as I was finishing up that book, I was also doing a commission, creating a book about an estate in Westchester County just north of New York City. The book includes views of the house, a beautiful late 18th century structure situated on a hill affording glimpses of the Long Island Sound. But most of the pictures deal with the surrounding landscape.

Although I am known primarily for my urban architecturally oriented projects, I have done lots of landscape work over the years. In an important sense, everything I do is landscape photography, the distinction between man made and man altered topography being mostly meaningless. That said, however, it was a nice break from the Meatpacking District to spend a couple of days in this park-like setting.

purchase_40Purchase, New York (4×5 film) — © Brian Rose

purchase_38Purchase, New York (4×5 film) — © Brian Rose

purchase_39Purchase, New York (4×5 film) — © Brian Rose





New York/Meatpacking District

14th Street, Ninth Avenue, Hudson Street (4×5 film) — © Brian Rose

Washington Street, Whitney Museum construction (4×5 film) — © Brian Rose

Two temples of culture and commerce. The glowing Apple Store on 14th Street beckons on a relatively mild autumn evening, a green iPhone hovering  in the sky. To the south on Washington Street tucked behind the southern terminus of the High Line, the Whitney Museum rises. Open in 2015.

New York/Around Town

ramonesEast 1st Street between the Bowery and Second Avenue (digital) — © Brian Rose

williamsburgbandNorth 3rd Street, Williamsburg, Brooklyn (digital) — © Brian Rose

Without comment.


New York/Photo District News


From the article What Bookstores Buy: St. Mark’s Bookshop in New York City:

St. Mark’s Bookshop has been located in Manhattan’s East Village for 35 years, first on St. Mark’s Place and now on 3rd Avenue. Co-owner Bob Contant, who purchases a variety of genres for the store, including photography and art books, says their customers reflect the diversity of New York City…

Consignment is also how the store handles self-published books. One recent example of a self-published photo book that was popular at St. Mark’s Bookshop is Time and Space on the Lower East Side by Brian Rose. The book compares photos Rose made in 1980 and 2010 at specific locations on Manhattan’s Lower East Side. The photographer himself brought it to the store to ask that they sell it. Contant notes that it’s a good example of the type of photo books that do well in the store: “It’s a combination of subject matter and the fact that it’s sort of a historical document.”

The photo and caption above is from the August print edition of PDN.



New York/Around Town

bondshadowsBond Street — © Brian Rose

houstonhallHouston Street — © Brian Rose

chelseafield11th Avenue in Chelsea — © Brian Rose

ripdSixth Avenue and 16th Street — © Brian Rose

Random coming and going around Manhattan. Would a real New Yorker step foot in Houston Hall?




Portland/Coffee and Books

stumptownStumptown Coffee in the Ace Hotel, Portland — © Brian Rose


powellsPowell’s City of Books — © Brian Rose

Went to Powell’s nearby and was happy to see my book prominently displayed in the photo section.


New York/The Americans List

Jason Eskenazi, a photographer, worked for a time as a security guard at the Metropolitan Museum. For two months in 2009 he arranged to get himself assigned to the galleries housing the exhibition based on Robert Frank’s seminal book The Americans. As he recognized photographer friends visiting the show, he began querying them about the images from the book that meant most to them. After quitting his job, he continued to reach out to photographers, some well-known, most not.

The result is a compendium of these short commentaries printed without images entitled The Americans List. It is necessary to know The Americans, or to have the book handy, while perusing this slender little volume, but most photographers have seen and assimilated Frank’s work at some level. Most have at least one image that stands out for them, and I am no exception.


View from hotel room window, Butte, Montana, 1956 — photograph by Robert Frank


I think of Robert Frank’s The Americans as a road film that takes us sweeping across the landscape from one scene to another, a series of glimpses, anecdotes, gestures, faces, places, jump cuts, disjunctions, jarring, restive movement from one point to the next. There is no story, but thousands of possible stories.

View from hotel window, Butte, Montana:

I wake up from a dead sleep. Can’t tell what time of day, the light dull, the air thick with copper dust, the distant growl of machines. They are digging, devouring the earth, and they’d gladly eat the town alive if they could, human bodies and their thrown-up shelters and shops, inconvenient constructions, in the way of the divine right of power, of electricity speeding through wires.

I am traveling, on the run to be honest, took the car, left my wife behind. I am standing naked in the window staring through the flimsy curtains at the dark sullen town. It’s the end of the world. But I’m happy. I’m free — for the moment.






New York/WTC


Hudson River Greenway — © Brian Rose

This is an image made a number of months ago with the 4×5 camera that I’ve just gotten around to scanning. WTC 1 had reached it’s full height–even now the glass is not all the way to the top.





New York/Frank Christian


Adding to a post from a few days ago:

In 1982 I was asked by Frank Christian to take photographs for his forthcoming album “Somebody’s got to do it.” I went to Frank’s skylighted studio apartment on the top floor of a Greenwich Village townhouse, and we sat around chatting, drinking coffee, snapping pictures. The two images used for the cover were from that session–back when albums were 12×12 inch LPs.

I didn’t do a lot of photos of musicians in those days–largely because I wanted to be one of the songwriters, not just a witness to the scene. In retrospect I wish I had taken more pictures. I did, however, do a number of album covers for songwriter friends, and sadly, most of them–Frank, Richard Meyer, Tom Intondi, and Jack Hardy have died, way too soon.

Not many people made their own albums in those days, and Frank took his cue from Jack Hardy who was recording and releasing his own. That’s Jack’s Great Divide label on the lower right. Not a real company, but a certain imprimatur, nevertheless. I think that’s where the title comes from, somebody’s got to do it, and Frank would say it ironically with a sly grin.