Walking home late at night, not a great mood and feeling a bit down, it was a treat to stumble across a stack of shockingly nice art books in the pile of ripped-open trash bags abandoned outside the local charity shop. I grabbed them before they were destroyed by the inevitable rain that would come before the long weekend was over, and then later found more treasure: odd scraps tucked in the pages from people who’d owned or read these in the past. I love these serendipitous little glimpses into other lives.
Inside Surreality: Localizer 1.2:
Inside Toni Frissell: Photographs 1933–1967:
