Seems like if you don’t photograph yourself somewhere, then the place, or maybe you, don’t exist. Almost everyone I saw in Times Square was busy photographing or videoing themselves, so they could prove to their followers that they’d been.
It seems I always find the museum’s mirror.
About 2½ weeks ago we returned to the UK, this time to Brighton. As democracy and civil rights in the US come more and more frighteningly under threat; and the current administration move us determinedly into a post-bellum isolationism, failing to understand the reasons for which the post-war institutional structures were built, or the impoverishment earlier civilisations endured when they turned inward, we thought it best to consider alternatives. Here we are, reflected in a shiny mirrored surface on the beach promenade on our first afternoon.
Michelangelo Pistoletto’s Standing Man (Uomo in Piedi) is one of his mirror paintings, allowing me to take this shot.
A visit to a gallery wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t find some place to reflect upon.
