Kutsher's, a Jewish "borscht-circuit" resort in Monticello, NY, hosted last weekend's All Tomorrow's Parties music festival. Olly and I were lucky enough to be there with about 2,000 other '90s music nostalgists.The bands were mostly really good but you'd be better off reading about them at Pitchfork:
pitchforkmedia.com/article/feature/145829-live-review-atp-new-york
The pictures here explore the mostly unseen parts of the resort, parts that ranged from pretty weird to pretty nightmarish. (Ask Olly about the basement toilets whose seats were duck-taped down as though to prevent something from crawling out).
I found that the creepiest thing about the resort's nether-regions was the pervasive feeling of contrivance I got when visiting them; everything seemed staged for my photographing pleasure. I often felt as though I were discovering not an abandoned space but rather a well-preserved art installation.
Though I was initially mad at myself for not bringing my nice camera, I think the graininess and subdued tones captured by my early-'70s vintage Canonet are actually pretty well-suited to the subject matter.
Overall, it was a pretty fuzzy weekend.
2 comments:
You are Jeff Wall's more talented cousin
(Untitled poem by Justin Reichman)
did you put that silver bowl there?
will i ever know for sure.
i don't think so. i won't believe you,
no matter what you tell me.
or that suspicious box of garlic,
how far did you push those curtains back?
there aren't any portraits there
to back up your hazy story,
only a white candle by a round red chair
that refuses to fall or melt even
like those sinks beaten to perfection,
and dumbly silent now,
by the man that wasn't there
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