4.12.2010

Delicious Decay

Please, please .. . . nothing too slick or perfect.
Give me ripped, frayed, faded & crumbling.
Yesterdays pretensions give way to today's reality.
Allow well worn textures to speak of times past
and footsteps etched upon stone.

Michael Eastman's photography captures all this and more.
Stories shared and secrets unspoken.
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These are some of his best known images from the Cuba series.
Stay tuned for more from Cuba, as well as his Vanishing America photos.

10 comments:

Yoli said...

This is not lost pretentions. This is my homeland destroyed by an ideology. Beautiful, sad images.

ceecee said...

I love these photos of Cuba. Robert Polidori's too. I could live in these rooms.
Catherine

Sharon said...

Lovely pictures, and they speak a thousand words, transporting us back into times gone by.

Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studio said...

I always wonder how you do find these wonderful things!! These are enchanting!

Anonymous said...

Wabi Sabi, me love love love & like like like! AMAZING & THANK YOU!!

Lots of love

Agneta

Ps. have I told you that you are the best? Ds

Tristan Robin said...

intriguing - provocative - beautiful - haunting - tragic - these photos tell us so much.

oiasantorini said...

Many wouldn't...but i totally agree with you Ms J... they can keep the Home Depot lookalike estates... give me old buildings with character any day.

Ingrid Mida said...

I too have learned to appreciate the beauty of decay. Perhaps it is an acquired taste....

The Antiques Diva™ said...

Okay, I've accepted it. I'm seriously not going to get anywork done today. I'm just going to linger chez vous.

Beautiful posts Judith!

A Cuban In London said...

The photography is excellent but the subject is not. People live in these buildings. These buildings collapse and they kill people. As simple as that. What is aesthetic for the western eye is destructive for the Cuban one.

This is the debris of a dream. Of a despot's dream and as someone who had to endure it for more than twenty-five years, it doesn't bring many good memories.

Greetings from London.