Anton Reenpaa Photography

Diane Arbus

1923 - 1971

The exhibition was held in Tate Modern and it was free, the space in Tate is very good for photography and it is well used giving the photographs space to breathe but also making them work together. All the photographs are amazing and they all work alone and this is because of the space given but when you come in and the first thing you see is a part of a whole series it looks beautiful and really draws you in. Although i´ve seen a lot of her work before it was still very nice to see the prints in person even though some of them were not done by Diane herself.

Diane Arbus tries (and succeeds) to capture the uncommon in anything concerning people and their lives and does this using very elegant black and white photography. Her work mixes between documentary photography and fine art. She studied in the late 1950s under the Austrian-born photographer Lisette Model. 

Thomas Struth

1954 -

The exhibition was held in the Whitechapel gallery and was very inspiring, the photographs were printed very big and makes you step back and look at every individual photograph both from a distance and up close. There was a series of landscape photographs that completely blew me away, the photographs were massive and were all beautiful, i could not grasp the way he had photographed them because everything was in focus and yet he captured in almost all of them a person or a few people that were not blurred. I cannot understand how he has done this. They look absolutely incredible, I found myself stuck to a few of them, could not stop trying to find things in them and I could search for a while.

This is work Thomas has been working on since 1978 all the way to 2010 and you can the old swell as the new.

I recommend seeing both of these exhibitions, DO ITT!

Being a dick.

The night was just getting started, we were all drinking and having fun around the bonfire. As we sat around the fire a lot of drunken sexual tension built up while we all discussed previous experiences. Melissa was sitting next to me and we were getting very comfortable, I had my arm around her but nothing had yet happened. Nate and I then decided to go and smoke a spliff in the shed, we had a beer and smoked the joint while reminiscing about the ”good old days”.

Earlier that Friday a small group of friends and I decided to meet up at a big supermarket and get drinks for the night. Melissa and I finished our shopping before the rest of the group and met up outside the store. She asked me for a lighter and as I lit her cigarette she didn´t take her eyes off mine, we went through a brief moment of a promising nature discussing what we were expecting to happen that night. We were then interrupted by Patrick shouting ”what´s up motherfuckers” as he attempted to cryp walk to where we were sitting, he continued to brag about how ”fucked up” he was going to get and how much he was going to drink, I kicked him in the balls and we laughed.

As Nate and I had finished reminiscing I left to get us some more beer from the beach. When I returned I gave Nate his beer and sat down, opened my beer and slowly realized that Melissa was no longer there. I asked some of her friends where she went, they told me her and Patrick walked into the main house, I sat there for a while pretending as tho I didn´t care but I couldn´t stop thinking about what was going on. After what felt like half an hour I told the group I was going to the bathroom to take a piss, I wasn´t.

As slowly and carefully as I could I went upstairs where there were two big bedrooms, one was dark and empty, the other had a closed door but the light was on, I could tell by the keyhole that looked like a big firefly. As I looked through the keyhole I started hearing a very quiet moan. Fuck! It was exactly what I expected. As I was looking through I noticed that he was going down on her, she then loudly whispered ”not so hard”, I chuckled.

Something then happened down by the fire, the girls were screaming hysterically and I instinctively opened the door just enough for me to see everything. The first thing I then did was take a picture with my camera phone, it was shit but I didn´t care, I continued watching them. It didn´t take them long to get completely naked, as this was happening I could not help but to enjoy myself and get aroused by the fact that she had led me to believe that something was going to happen between us. The shock from seeing what she was doing was a slap in the face. I started touching myself without taking any clothes off, just a slight rub. As I was rubbing I started breathing more and more heavily, it didn´t take long for them to notice me. When they did notice, I walked in with half of my beer left and started pouring it on them, Patrick tried drinking some as I was pouring but Melissa just laid there with a smirk on her face, I gave Patrick a high five and went out and joined the people by the fire.

The morning after we started drinking, we had a barbecue outside and had a few laughs about what happened. Melissa was very quiet, she told us she was just hungover, tho none of us believed her. Patrick was making jokes about me being a pervert and how he had concurred her, I think everyone was slightly amused, even Melissa. After the barbecue some people went to take a nap and a few others went fishing, Melissa and I started talking and she told me that she didn´t appreciate what I had done, I told her that I didn´t give a shit and that it was all in good fun. The second night wasn´t as exiting. When we drove home on Sunday morning Patrick and I laughed about the picture I had taken.