Earlier this week I was looking, for the first time, at the work of Jon Feinstein, having read Tim Atherton’s post on the subject. I’m not drawn to Feinstein’s portraits, but his Small Signs set really does things for me. In particular, this photo has a powerful, almost visceral impact:
It’s something about the unexpected nature of the interrupted view and the way that in a photo you can’t shift position and let your brain fill in the gaps. In the flattened world of the photograph there are bits of the picture missing or concealed. I had not previously thought about this or noticed my interest in this kind of image, and yet I found these two photographs in my Flickr photostream
Something to play with, I think.