These images are the work of French photographers. Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre. As you can see, they have a bit of a thing for ruins, and I have never loved any photography so much. Choosing from the three collections (The ruins of Detroit | Forgotten theaters of America | Eastern Germany indiustrial vestiges) was impossible – I could live in any of these photographs for a hundred years. I’m trying to quantify why, but don’t yet have the vocabulary to discuss photography. But it’s like you can see the stories of these places etched in the photographs; they’re very narrative, there’s not just the sense but evidential proof of process (like any images of degeneration and decay). But at the same time – with the play of the light – there’s the simultaneous stamp of stasis and immediacy, that sense of now and nothing else, not ever. I love them. I want prints of all of them. Wall-sized prints. External walls.*
Oh my God, their photography blog is nearly as amazing, and it’s by a whole host of different people. Goodbye kisses, productivity.
*This is a hugely sobered version of the original paragraph. The original paragraph was mostly, LOOK. LOOK AT THIS. SEE HOW THEY TAKE PHOTOS, DOES IT NOT REDEFINE THE VERY CONCEPT. AND INDEED OF BUILDINGS. BUILDINGS THAT ARE OLD. LET US BOW BEFORE THEIR SHRINE AND WEEP. See.