"Photographs are really experience captured, and the camera is the ideal arm of consciousness in its acquisitive mood." -Susan Sontag (pg. 3-4 "On Photography")
I purchased this book 2 months ago and have only touched it yesterday. With NYC comes the metro and one can double their travel time to any destination utilizing it however I prefer it over using my person vehicle. It is enjoyment rather than efficiency (although not having to worry about parking is a big perk) and I am able to catch up on my growing book collection. I have been reading "American Psycho" for a few weeks and while I enjoy the classic I require a break from the painstakingly expressed scenery and acts of a sociopath; that and it terrifies me how upset the lead role gets over a starfish-styled meal.
"On Photography" was a verbal must have from my professor, she urged her students to treat Sontag's words as gold. The book contains no photographs though it is completely about the act of photography. I am amused by this fact considering I graduated with a degree in photography May 2012 and have since taken less than 200 photos... a disturbing notion. Instead I prefer to experience life and read as much as I can on the topic and acquire as much knowledge about the things that interest me. What is art without content and how can one convince a viewer of deep thought with inexperience?
