" Bill Eggleston’s stuff sure didn’t strike me at first as ‘good’ photography. I mean, everything isn’t always in focus, the ‘sub­ject’ isn’t always in the center (it’s some­times chopped off!) and the framing sure ain’t what they advise in the Kodak manual. And, to top it off, unlike a lot of ‘documentary’ pictures, one can’t even tell what some of the pictures are about. Isn’t a picture supposed to be about some­thing? Isn’t it supposed to be telling us something?
But I kept going back to look at them. More and more of them. As if by staring long enough I might penetrate their mystery and understand why they mess with my mind like they do. And every time I’d think I’d uncovered some underlying system, device or technique, I’d see something else that would totally throw me for a loop.
 Maybe the sensation of getting thrown for a loop is the thrill I was seeking. Like stepping off a roller-coaster, or spinning around until dizzy, or drugs, or driving music, I guess the feeling of slight disorientation is addictive.
 I find these pictures very pleasantly disorienting. Some look like accidents, like somebody accidentally pressed the shutter button on the camera while examining the strap, or something. Some look like ‘found’ pictures… created according to a logic that is not available to us. All ask us to re-define what we mean by beauty. Is the beauty in how they resonate? In how they make us feel? Or in how they look?
 It’s a world that’s familiar and darkly mysterious at the same time. As if we came home one day and there was this strange smell. Unrecognizable. Well, Bill Eggleston puts that smell in there. Sweet and stinky…but I still can’t figure out what it is.”
-David Bryne

" Bill Eggleston’s stuff sure didn’t strike me at first as ‘good’ photography. I mean, everything isn’t always in focus, the ‘sub­ject’ isn’t always in the center (it’s some­times chopped off!) and the framing sure ain’t what they advise in the Kodak manual. And, to top it off, unlike a lot of ‘documentary’ pictures, one can’t even tell what some of the pictures are about. Isn’t a picture supposed to be about some­thing? Isn’t it supposed to be telling us something?

But I kept going back to look at them. More and more of them. As if by staring long enough I might penetrate their mystery and understand why they mess with my mind like they do. And every time I’d think I’d uncovered some underlying system, device or technique, I’d see something else that would totally throw me for a loop.

 Maybe the sensation of getting thrown for a loop is the thrill I was seeking. Like stepping off a roller-coaster, or spinning around until dizzy, or drugs, or driving music, I guess the feeling of slight disorientation is addictive.

 I find these pictures very pleasantly disorienting. Some look like accidents, like somebody accidentally pressed the shutter button on the camera while examining the strap, or something. Some look like ‘found’ pictures… created according to a logic that is not available to us. All ask us to re-define what we mean by beauty. Is the beauty in how they resonate? In how they make us feel? Or in how they look?

 It’s a world that’s familiar and darkly mysterious at the same time. As if we came home one day and there was this strange smell. Unrecognizable. Well, Bill Eggleston puts that smell in there. Sweet and stinky…but I still can’t figure out what it is.”

-David Bryne

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