New York/Yankee Stadium


Yankee Stadium under construction (digital)
© Brian Rose

Went up to the Bronx to scout a building for an upcoming photo shoot. The 4 train goes up by Yankee Stadium, and I got out and did a couple of snapshots of the nearly completed new stadium. The old edifice still stands across the street, but it will soon be dis-Mantled and de-Ruthed.


Yankee Stadium under construction (digital)
© Brian Rose

I’m not sure about retaining the neoclassical facade of the original stadium, though I don’t think a techie steel and glass approach would make sense here in the Bronx. What I do like is that the stadium will, like the old one, remain a building on the street hugging the elevated subway. Not a stadium machine, like so many others. Glimpses of the field will still be possible from the windows of the passing trains, and a replica of the famous frieze will wrap around the upper deck. My understanding is that it is essentially a modern stadium inserted into the envelope of a more traditional exterior.


Bronx apartment building entrance. (digital)
© Brian Rose

The new stadium, designed by HOK Sport echoes the design of the original ballpark, but it has a more monumental feel, cleaner, but with deeper cut arches. Although it doesn’t reflect Art Deco, the dominant Bronx style, it does remind me of other monumental buildings of that era, like 30th Street station in Philadelphia, which manages to incorporate both classicism and deco design. My guess is that it will wear well here on 161st Street. Fans will gather on the plaza as before, and the nearby bars and souvenir shops will flourish as always. And the ghosts of Mantle and Ruth will hover a while in confusion, but eventually decide that new stadium is nicer, and has better restrooms, among other amenities.

New York/Astor Place


Astor Place (digital)
© Brian Rose

The photograph above shows how bikes tend to be parked in New York. Usually, the only option is a signpost or light pole. Every now and then, one finds the repeating U shape rack as seen to the left. Not always with three bikes, one of them upside down.

Having lived in Amsterdam for 12 years–while traveling back and forth to New York–and married to a Dutch urban planner, I feel I can comment with some level of authority on the issue of bike racks. The Netherlands, as is well known, is among the most bicycle-oriented places in the world, but even there, they continue to struggle with the problem of parking and storing thousands and thousands of bikes on the city streets.

The Dutch attach their bikes to anything sturdy including light poles, signposts, bridge railings, fences, you name it. Bike racks, too. A quick image search on bike racks in Amsterdam produces dozens of different designs, mostly incredibly complicated and impractical. Despite the apparent riot of different designs, the official bike rack for central Amsterdam is a simple bent piece of metal shaped like a staple. There are no photographs of them on the Internet, presumably because they are so uninteresting. Unobtrusive is a virtue in my opinion.


Astor Place (digital)
© Brian Rose

The Bloomberg administration has actively promoted bicycle use in New York City, creating bike lanes, and in some cases, segregated bike paths along major avenues. The city has just completed a design competition for what will become the standard bike rack used throughout the five boroughs. Prototypes of the 10 finalists were mounted on the traffic island in Astor Place–the one with Alamo, the famous black cube sculpture by Tony Rosenthal.


Astor Place (digital)
© Brian Rose

Good for sitting on.


Astor Place (digital)
© Brian Rose

Good for tripping over.


Astor Place (digital)
© Brian Rose

Not bad.


Astor Place (digital)
© Brian Rose

Looks good with this bike.


Astor Place (digital)
© Brian Rose

Almost.


Astor Place (digital)
© Brian Rose

Brendan, my son, leaning on the wittiest of the bunch, modeled after a steel cable bicycle lock.


Astor Place (digital)
© Brian Rose

The winning design, “Hoop,” by Ian Mahaffy and Maarten De Greeve, based in Copenhagen. It’s one of the simplest of the designs, can be used singly or in groups, parrallel to the curb when the sidewalk is narrow, and perpendicular when there is more space. Those commenting to the article on the New York Times website are all concerned about how it can be securely attached to the pavement. I think the round shape gives people the impression that it just grazes the surface of the sidewalk. But imagine a steel post beneath the wheel at the point where it touches the ground. It should be at least as sturdy as the traffic signposts already used by most cyclists.

It’s elegant, flexible, iconic. I like it.

New York/Joel Sternfeld


Joel Sternfeld exhibition at Luhring Augustine, New York (digital)
© Brian Rose

A month ago I took in Joel Sternfeld’s exhibit at Luhring Augustine in Chelsea. The work shown—the Oxbow Archive—is a series of pictures of a square mile of farm, field, and woodland, along the Connecticut River, made over a year’s time, ordered by date. The full set of 77 photographs is available in a book of the same name.


View from Mount Holyoke, Northampton, Massachusetts,
after a Thunderstorm—The Oxbow, 1836, Thomas Cole,
The Metropolitan Museum of Art

The landscape depicted in Sternfeld’s series was famously painted by Thomas Cole in 1836 in all the idealized grandeur of the Hudson River School. Sternfeld, rather than mount the nearby heights like Cole, stays close to the muddy ground.


August_19_2006 • Joel Sternfeld • The Oxbow Archive

It is a landscape held, for the moment, in a cautious equilibrium. Tractors leave their imprints in the soft soil among the swaying cornfields. Weeds and puddles of water luxuriate beneath changing skies, as often dull and clouded as sunny and radiant. The fields alternate between cultivated and fallow.

As in Sternfeld’s earlier pictures of the High Line in New York City, the persistence of nature springs forth everywhere despite the taming influence of the plow and other man made incursions. The smallest gestures of tangled growth are carefully described by the view camera—even celebrated. Visual events are carefully, but gently, noted in passing: a flock of sleeping geese in a field, a curled up raccoon (dead or alive?), an abandoned campfire, a toppled tree, clumps of withered cornstalks in a field.

There is no text in the book, though there is a gallery press release that emphasizes the political and social critique offered by Sternfeld’s work, especially in relation to his earlier visual essays on American utopian communities and global warming. These new images fit within the continuity of Sternfeld’s work going back to the more acerbic and ironic pictures of American Prospects. But there is something about these images that resonates on a different level–something personal or spiritual–expressing the culmination (at this stage) of a long career of looking and thinking deeply about the world we live in.


Mohonk Mountain House • New Paltz, New York (digital)
© Brian Rose

Recently, I traveled with my family up the Hudson River to the Mohonk Mountain House with its fairy tale hotel nestled in the mountains near New Paltz. And I thought about Sternfeld’s photographs as I hiked around and climbed Sky Top for the views of the surrounding countryside. The resort dates back to the 19th century and its siting in the landscape arrayed with rustic pavilions and rocky pathways embodies the romantic concept of nature expressed by Thomas Cole and his compatriots. Some of the same ideas can be found in Olmsted and Vaux’s great urban parks and private gardens. Nature majestic, yet tamed by man–if not by actually constructing upon the land, then by framing it, aestheticizing it.


Romantic Landscape with Ruined Tower, Thomas Cole, 1832-36
Albany Institute of History and Art


Smiley Memorial Tower, Mohonk Mountain House (digital)
© Brian Rose

Rustic tower on the promontory of Sky Top overlooking the surrounding Hudson River valley and Shawangunk Mountains.


The Barn Museum at the Mohonk Mountain House (digital)
© Brian Rose

Mountains framed by rocks and trees. Nature sublime, but ordered.


November 29, 2006 • Joel Sternfeld • The Oxbow Archive

For many years photographers embraced the notion of framing the landscape for heroic or picturesque affect. But it has been a long time since serious photographers have taken that approach. Sternfeld doesn’t bring a wholly new way of seeing to the task of photographing the Oxbow. He builds his visual case methodically, image by image, day by day, season by season. He treads the same ground over and over, follows the same paths repeatedly, revisits familiar fields, ponds, glades, the same briar patches. Systematic becomes meditative and vice versa. What emerges eventually is a comprehensive experience of time and space.


March 13, 2006 • Joel Sternfeld • The Oxbow Archive

When I first looked at Sternfeld’s Oxbow images, their stillness seemed absolute. But out of that silence I began to hear sounds off camera–the crunch of the photographers boots on crusted snow, the snap and crack of twigs and branches, the sibilance of wind through leaves. And then, the growl of a distant tractor, the drone of an approaching plane, the white noise of nearby Interstate 91. I began to sense the encroaching proximity of civilization in these unpeopled images.

When I greeted Joel Sternfeld at the exhibit opening back in September I told him that these were, perhaps, his most beautiful photographs. His response was that he felt that he was born to do this work. Whatever the presumed message of this project, environmental or political, I see the Oxbow Archive, ultimately, as a search for an ineffable nexus–a muddy path leading into an unknowable and uncertain future.

New York/Rockefeller Center


Rockefeller Center and St. Patrick’s Cathedral (4×5 film)
© Brian Rose

The architectural photography I do tends often to be corporate interiors, very often in Midtown Manhattan. Most of the time I shoot after hours when the office workers have gone home. If possible I get a couple of shots just before sundown, when the light turns blue, and the inside and outside are relatively balanced. But after that, the windows go black and reflect the brightly lit florescent interior. The city outside almost disappears.

Recently, I was shooting in a 1960s wedding cake building at 51st and Madison, so called because of the multiple setbacks required at that time by zoning regulations. There were doors from some of the offices leading out to a narrow terrace formed by the stepping of the facade. From the terrace I saw a stunning view of Rockefeller Center seen across the spires of St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Near the end of the shoot–1am or so–I took my view camera out on the terrace and did the image above. Two minute exposure, little wind.

New York/Koudelka


Invasion 68 Prague, Photographs by Josef Koudelka at Aperture Gallery (digital)
© Brian Rose

A few posts back I wrote about 1968 and Paul Fusco’s photographs of the Robert Kennedy funeral train. Currently, at Aperture Gallery in Chelsea, is another exhibition dealing with 1968–Josef Koudelka’s photographs of the Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia, which brought to a brutal end what is known as Prague Spring, a fleeting period of blossoming freedom behind the Iron Curtain.

The exhibition features a series of images made by Koudelka over the course of one week when Soviet tanks entered the Prague and were confronted by (mostly) young protesters in the street. Koudelka was just starting out as a photographer, and these pictures represent a spontaneous response to unfolding events–events that he was a part of–even as he remained unflinchingly faithful to the narrative of what was happening all around him. As a result his images do not exhibit the stylized framing that one sometimes associates with the genre. There is a fluidity to them. Although certain compositions achieve dramatic effect, more often they are part of a flow of images, almost filmic in nature. And they remind me, a little, of the direct cinema of the ’60s when documentary filmmakers participated in events as silent witnesses.


Koudelka at Aperture Gallery (digital)
© Brian Rose

Although the photographs show the bravery of the Czech people standing up to tanks and machine guns, heroism ultimately gives way to the futility of flesh and blood against the mechanized armor of the invaders. Koudelka’a images of swirling crowds pause here and there to capture the faces of Czech citizens and young foreign soldiers. Eventually, peaceful confrontation devolves into violence–fire and smoke rise from the streets. And the Czechs were defeated.

As much as one wants to celebrate the emergent skill of Koudelka, the bitter and gritty beauty of his photographs, the ultimate lesson of these images is that freedom is fragile and can be swiftly obliterated. It would be 21 years before a new Velvet Revolution emerged on the streets of Prague.

The Aperture exhibition is comprised of new inkjet prints, made from high resolution scans, which have a richness and texture different from silver prints and allow for large blow ups. Although I appreciate the qualities of vintage prints, I generally approve of these kind of reprintings, which often enhance and reveal detail and subtlety inherent in the images. Things can go wrong, of course, but in the right hands, the results can be stunning. They are here.

New York/New Paltz


Mohonk Mountain House (digital)

A few days away from the city, we are at the Mohonk Mountain House near New Paltz, New York, up the Hudson River. This is the classic view of the historic lake and hotel, a Catskill retreat that dates back more than a hundred years.

It was cool and foggy this morning, but has brightened up considerably. Fall colors are vivid.

New York/RFK


Paul Fusco, RFK funeral train, 1968

I was 14 years old in 1968, undoubtedly the most tumultuous year since World War II–at least in the western world. Although I was too young to be seriously engaged in what was going on, I was acutely aware of the epic events occurring–Vietnam, civil rights, the assassinations of Martin Luther King, Jr. and Robert F. Kennedy, and the violent end to Prague Spring in Czechoslovakia.

Two exhibits I visited recently in New York touch on events of 1968: Paul Fusco at Danziger Projects (show closed October 4) and Josef Koudelka at Aperture. Fusco photographed Robert Kennedy’s viewers of the funeral train as it made its way from New York to Washington, D.C.

I remember well watching the railroad cortege on television as it passed the thousands of people who lined the tracks. I also have a distinct memory of a brief bit of video shown once, in which a train coming from the opposite direction mowed down a number of people standing on the tracks adjacent to the funeral train.


Paul Fusco, RFK funeral train, 1968

When I first saw the Fusco pictures, I was immediately swept back to the sorrow and apprehension of that time, to the fear and uncertainty that I have never been able to shake, a fear that rises to the surface today as a black man carrying the hope embodied in the Kennedy brothers nears the presidency, as earthshaking economic events rumble around us.

Fusco’s photographs were very simply made. On assignment from Look magazine, he rode the funeral train and did what he could from a fixed vantage point. He aimed his camera at the crowds and small knots of people standing at relaxed attention, some waving, some saluting, troubled, saddened faces, staring, transfixed, as the rail coaches slid by.


Paul Fusco, RFK funeral train, 1968

Fusco made his photos on 35mm Kodachrome, a vibrant slide film that stands up well over time unlike early color negative film, which tends to shift color and fade. As a result, these images from 40 years ago seem fresh and immediate, which makes them emotionally all the more jarring. The people depicted came “as-they-were” in a colorful array of flowered prints and decidedly unfunereal stripes and plaids. It was June and people came in shorts, bathing suits, sandals and bare feet. And although it was 1968, one sees scant evidence of the psychedelic trappings that so dominate our collective memory of the era.

The train passed through rural areas, small cities like Trenton, and big ones like Philadelphia and Baltimore where the faces are mostly black, people standing in scruffy backyards and vacant areas along the tracks. Some of these neighborhoods were in the midst of violent upheaval as racial frustrations boiled over after the murder of Martin Luther King. Fusco’s pictures, while freezing the momentary unity of grief, also reveal the racially segregated nature of a society coming apart at the seams.


Paul Fusco, RFK funeral train, 1968

Because the train remained in motion, most of Fusco’s photographs were necessarily made on the fly. They are fleeting glimpses, poignant, abbreviated moments of individual solitude among crowds. Fusco focused on the motionless people, rotating his head and camera slightly to stay fixed on his subjects, as the train moved horizontally. The blurring of the surrounding landscape further isolates the figures and creates a model-like hyper-reality, akin to recent narrow focus imagery created in Photoshop.

The images have a posed quality as well, due to the fact that people had staked out viewing positions, sometimes awkwardly balancing on steep embankments or even standing on elevated objects. As the train went by they looked intently at the coaches and often their eyes met the gaze of the photographer. In Fusco’s photographs this relationship creates a strange and compelling phenomenon–they seem to look at us as we look at them. Do we recognize ourselves?

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Paul Fusco’s photographs have been collected in a handsome book, RFK, published by Aperture. It tries to be both a tribute to Bobby Kennedy and an art photo book, which I think is a little forced. The book starts with pictures not taken from the train of the memorial service held in St. Patrick’s Cathedral and ends with the funeral in Washington. I would be happier without these bookends.


Paul Fusco at Danziger Projects • Brendan, my son, at left (digital)

The images as printed in the book, however, are nicer than the gallery prints, which are somewhat harsh and over saturated. The slightly more muted tones in the book seem more natural to me. Kodachrome is a punchy color material, but I don’t think prints have to mimic the straight slide film.

Next, a look at the Koudelka exhibit.

New York/14th Street


East 14th Street

Without comment.

I’ve been busy lately, but have several posts coming up. Saturday I visited three exhibits in Chelsea: Joel Sternfeld, Josef Koudelka, and Paul Fusco. The latter two deal with tragic and tumultuous events in 1968. Sternfeld’s work is new and majestic. I’ll write soon about all of these.

New York/Bowery


The Bowery (digital) • © Brian Rose

Walked through the Lower East Side and up the Bowery with Rodger Kingston, photographer and Walker Evans scholar. Took the snap above.

If you haven’t seen it, be sure to read Suzanne Vega’s blog post on the New York Times website about the origins and subsequent history of her song Tom’s Diner. I figure in the story.