CHRISTOPHER LANGE
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SUNDAY AM by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
This.
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I stepped out of the sauna, cracked open a beer, and leaned against the railing of the deck. It was a beautiful day, and my host-brothers were in the lake, splashing around with each other. I noticed Jaakko wandering up the path from the waters edge, and he walked past me silently, giving me only a mischievous glance.
One of his trademark expressions.
He returned just as quickly as he’d left, and ran back down to the shoreline with a fishing rod in hand. For the next 15 minutes I watched as he waded out further and further into the gleaming water, casting again and again.
Of course being 7 at night there weren’t many fish out biting, but he refused to give up. I noticed the light on the fishing line, and his posture as he continued to cast, and made a couple of photographs silently from afar.
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Jaakko is one of my Finnish host-brothers, in my first host family from when I was an exchange student 5 years ago. I shot this in the summer of 2011 when I went back for a few weeks. This photograph is probably one of the closest to my heart that I have.
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dreary saturdays spent drinking shit coffee, a discussion of life taking place beneath the steely sky.
billie holiday was a day late.
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“It is thanks to the peerless stars
That flame in the depth of the sky
That my burned out eyes see
Only the memories of suns.”
- The Complaints of an Icarus, by Charles Baudelaire.
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I met T-Money, a member of F-Chain, a rap group out of Philly, in Union Square over the summer. Big fan of this one.
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I had a late start on Friday, and found myself dragging my feet into the café that’s up the street from my house. Roy was sitting outside, so I sat with him for a bit and we caught up with each other. I made a few exposures, but this one in particular struck me as being rather thoughtful.
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