Snowy morning. With @suspendedinlight: Montreal / Polaroid Spectra Pro / Impossible

Shot with my soul sis yesterday

Photominimal appreciation post: if there were a greatest hits of my portfolio, a great number of them would be authored by this one here. We met in 2014 and immediately became regular collaborators. During this time, he mentored me as a photographer and enthusiastically supported me in my artistic growth. We studied Poetics of Space together while creating our book Fluent Dream

He has very recently launched a Patreon campaign with the simple wish of continuing to purchase his favourite types of film. Please consider supporting this artist, lord knows he’s been generous. 

I don’t usually plug other Tumblrs but ya’ll, fer rull @suspendedinlight is just effing INCREDIBLE: whip smart, with excellent photo instincts, an accomplished model and a jaw-droppingly talented musician. (She gave me a list of musical recommendations that has reduced me to a sobbing mess–in the best imaginable way.)

Also, she is beyond correct: her work with @photominimal is FUCKING EXTRAORDINARY. You would do well to dig deeply into eithers’ back catalog–you will be enormously rewarded for your time, I promise.

And maybe think about supporting their continued creative endeavors through their respective Patreons. (Photominimal’s linked above; Lyndsie’s here.)

Traci Matlock & Ashley MacLean – Title Unknown (2006)

This was the first image from Matlock and MacLean’s collaboration that I encountered.

I remember being profoundly impressed with the simplicity of it. The edge of the bed perfectly aligned with the top-left corner and the exact middle of the frame to the right. The woman’s body stretched out intersecting the bottom of the bed plane at a perfect 90 degrees.

It was simple but so intricate in its mannered specificity.

And the light–fuck me, the goddamn perfectly sublime light: the way the right hand is almost blown out and the rest of the skin is so exquisitely perfect.

It was as if someone had taken Caravaggio’s stylized lighting and mashed it up with Helmut Newton’s can’t-decide-whether-it’s-fashion-or-trash/heavily-expressionist-inflected work (some of the very little work of merit the shit heel ever made).

I immediately went through everything they had posted on Flickr, then clicked over to their absolutely gorgeous website (which like most gorgeous websites, turned out to be nearly impossible to navigate). Hell, I even bought a year’s subscription to Nerve to follow their column.

Almost a decade later, I still find the effect of this photo to be hypnotic. And I think if there’s one thing their work has taught me it’s that good creative work doeen’t answer all your questions–instead it ensures that the questions you ask of the work are productive.

And honestly the questions their work asked of me–continues to ask of me–is the reason (for better or worse) I’m still out there fumbling around with a camera myself.

Ashley MacLean & Tracy MatlockThe Emotion-Maker’s Heartbeat (2007)

If I know anything about photography, it’s a result of (not necessarily in order) either:

  • the amazing Art History 101/102 professor I had during my second university attempt,
  • trial by fire,
  • Joel Sternfeld allowing me to force add his Advanced Photography workshop and somehow agreeing to sponsor my Masters-level photography thesis for a full year,
  • Tracy Matlock and Ashley MacLean.

There’s some back story necessary if you’re to have any chance of understanding the immensity of that last entry.

See: I made some really terrible choices a little more than a decade ago. I don’t just run an artsy sex blog, I’m a bit of a nymphomaniac and well, let’s say I bet on not just the wrong horse but a horse so broken it was determined to drag me down with her.

I ended up living out of my car for close to six months in the dead of winter. Very dark times.

I’m still not exactly sure how I pulled myself out of it. I found a job and then a second one. I worked ninety hour weeks for almost two years.

One job was with a now defunct big box retailer. Short of the summer I spent cleaning houses, it was the worst job I’ve ever had. I was in charge of the music section. This happened as a result of he fact that—much to my chagrin—after seven years of working in a video store, you get used to matching brain grindingly vague descriptions up to the actual source.

We had these in store displays where you could scan a CD and it would link you to All Music’s review and sample tracks. Out of boredom I begin researching music I loved. Doing this thing I now call following the thread from the artists I loved back to the artists who they loved and inspired them.

I’d find an artist who inspired an artist I loved and then I’d skip lunch for a week and buy a new CD every week. Dear God, I found some good stuff. But the most memorable CD wasn’t one I researched it was one I stumbled upon. In truth, I’m not even sure why our store even got it but upon its release we were shipped a copy of Godspeed You! Black Emperor’s Yanqui U.X.O.

I bought it and put it in my car’s CD player on the long drive to my second job. To say it affected me would be an understatement. To say the music got me higher than any drug I’d ever taken would be an understatement. Within a week I had their entire discography. I began to research them, became fascinated with their aesthetic, they creative ethos—everyone contributes equally and democratically.

Accidentally finding that CD changed fucking everything about my life.

I stumbled upon Traci and Ashley’s work mid-way through my third and final year of my third and final attempt at university. I’d procrastinate by spending hours on Flickr’s Explore. I kept seeing their images—all of which I would favorite immediately.

Their Polaroid Spectra images became something with which I was pathologically obsessed. I’d never seen such exquisite Caravaggio-esque color and texture. And Jesus Harold and Maude fucking Christ on Christmas, the effect to which they used those colors. (Even with the threat of Spectra stock being discontinued, I dropped a small fortune I didn’t have on a Minolta Instant Pro. My images never managed to be as masterful as there’s but the ability of Polaroid Spectra stock to render skin tone in daylight is only comparable to the now also discontinued Fuji Astia stock.)

Anyway, I found Traci & Ashley’s work at a time when everything in life was trying to beat the naivete of my belief in collective art processes. I read about how Traci and Ashley worked—one took photos of the other, but the subject always got first edit (control over the content and context) and then the photographer was left to choose from the initial culling what would finally be exhibited.

This is something that has come to figure heavily in my own approach to collaboration.

The above images causes me to get a lump in my throat. I don’t know how else to talk about them except to say: thank you Traci and Ashley, I may never be an important photographer but your images changed my life to a fashion and degree that very few things have or likely ever will. I am—for better or worse—a photographer because of your work.

Made in collaboration — expansive, encompassing, incubating, to say the very least of it — with Traci Matlock.