Pirsky Again. . . .

(Photo by Slava Pirsky)

Health returns.  It was questionable for awhile.  Thank you to all of you who have been asking.  I asserted to the Prodigal Girl last night that now it is only a matter of retrieving my savage good looks.  It may take longer than I have.

I knew I was well when I told my mother I would cook Sunday dinner.  I haven't cooked much in the past few weeks.  I regaled her with tales of strength and wonderment when for awhile I could do more than hold my own.  That was a bad sign.  There is nothing more dangerous than a sense of nostalgia.  I will do something extraordinary soon to relinquish the past.  Big Balls in Cowtown.

Or so I hope.

Slava Pirsky.  I've shown his photos here several times over the past few years.  He posted some images yesterday that gave me some delight.  He and his partner, Anna Hayat, work in tandem, I think.  I have trouble because they write mostly in Russian.  They live in Israel now.  I like most the photographs of their daughter.  He began the series using Polaroid 600 film.  I've never seen anyone make images with this film like his.  The light and color and tonalities are transcendent.  And so I had wanted to see his daughter grow up as a Vermeer painting.  But the film is gone.  What will happen?  Polaroid has screwed us all.

(Photo by Slava Pirsky)

Slava and Anna have put out a book called "Crust."  You can order it here.  I have a link to his Live Journal page in my "Links" section.  

We will watch their daughter grow up.