William Eggleston has been a huge part of my studies as a photographer. Before him, I learned about his predecessors, Walker Evans and Robert Frank. I love their photographs, but it was Eggleston who I was mad about. THOSE COLORS. That seriously complicated sounding dye transfer processing. He could make objects we see every single day look so otherworldly. I felt such a connection to the way he saw things, I just wanted to emulate the way he photographed. Of course I was always disappointed with feelings of self loathing because my images would never be as good. Never. If you haven't seen William Eggleston in the Real World, I highly recommend it. You get to observe his process of going out and finding things to photograph. It happens very organically, which is refreshing. No studio lighting, no gimmicks, just him, his camera and the sunlight.
In my last post, I mentioned both William Eggleston and David Lynch in the same sentence. I just found this gem going down the rabbit hole! The internet is wild.
This scanned image is from my latest issue of Lula Magazine #15 (thanks, Angie!). This photo spread was my absolute favorite and looks like it was shot in Barstow or Joshua Tree. I couldn't get the image above out of my head. See anything familiar? I wonder if it was a conscious influence for the photographers, or pure coincidence?