Reflection

I got Kertesz on the brain today! Photographers love reflected surfaces -- it's a play on seeing, you see, by a medium about seeing -- and Kertesz is no exception. There are some narcotic examples from his polaroids:











And here are a few of mine. I thanked the photography gods when this one, entitled "Gaze," turned out OK:




Serendipitous street shots like this come about only when luck is added to the ingredients.

The same with this one. But despite my friend Will's efforts at explanation, I still can't figure out how the people across Madison Avenue came to be reflected in the bus stop:




What is "real" and what is not:




Strolling through their dream living-room set:




Broken window with mirrors:




(Though not so "rare [in] nyc" by the reckoning of the broken window theory). Finally, a self-portrait entitled "Cross(hair)," taken at the 14th Street subway station:



Clever, no? A wry commentary on our surveillance-cum-religious society with a hint of anarchy? No? Oh well, I'm too old for this kind of thing anyway.