I paid all the change in my wallet in order to take these photos on Market Street yesterday. This mini shoot was one of the best purchases I’ve ever made. Philadelphia characters could be an interesting theme for my blog if I was staying here for the summer and perhaps had infinite change to disperse and models who accept change. But I’m not & I don’t right now. So hopefully LBI will inspire me to create/capture beyond the beautiful scenes of bays and beaches and sunsets.
There is something to be said for this urban collection of contrast as it works my brain curious. The juxtaposition of high rises and abandoned houses, murals and graffiti, the briefcase faces who swallow back words unspoken and the out-there ones that scream absurdities all day like my neighbor Joshua. He’ll let you know what he’s thinking before he thinks it, efficiency of expression?
So, I’m packed up into bags and boxes again, a hierarchy of my possessions parceled into receptacles for three destinations: home, Philly, LBI. And today I will place the boxes destined for the latter of the three into my “Jee” (the p fell off) and mosey on down route 72 toward the summer. I have a lot of thoughts about all of this, but not a lot of perspective or reflections on them right now if that makes sense. So I will keep them to myself.
Mustafah Abdulaziz’s ”Personal Renaissance” exhibition, which documents the journeys of recovering drug addicts in one of Philadelphia’s methadone clinics, opened at City Hall yesterday. In an effort to”…bridge a greater understanding of the real nature of human dignity and the paths we all travel in the pursuit of understanding our own,” Mustafah spent approximately one year traveling to North Philly to get to know the men and women whom he photographed. With a simple white backdrop taped against the nearest flat surface, he was able to capture the essence of these people so that their images and journeys could intertwine with those of the commuters passing by their display at the City Hall subway concourse.
I decided that I liked this collection especially for the attention to detail each picture conveyed — a breeze that cast the subject’s hair out-of-place in one, her eyes piercing through the paper on another. When I shadowed Mustafah while on assignment for the Wall Street Journal last week he encouraged me to not only be critical, but also to be specifically critical. This means not just appreciating (or disliking) a piece, but figuring out exactly what it is in the image that speaks to me (or doesn’t). Hopefully I will hone this skill as my knowledge and terminology on the topic expands.
I took a walk after wandering around the exhibition for a while. This is what I came up with: bubble water.
Happy Sunday, everyone. This is my first post on my brand new photography blog. Its inception coincides rather nicely with the beginning of summer break and the end of finals week madness. I will be moving to Long Beach Island, NJ on Saturday for the summer where I will be pleasantly disconnected from the world-wide web for awhile until the weekend warriors come to play and I can poach their internet signals. Hopefully my photographic updates will come regularly, but that all depends on my accessibility to free internet on the island. For now, I will begin with a photo of my niece, Kaylin, that was taken at her 4th birthday party on May 2.
To see more of my work, feel free to visit my web site: Hillary Petrozziello Photography. Thanks!