Yesterday I was finally able to see Steve McCurry's photography exhibition. I really don't know how to describe the wonder i felt... every photo told a story with such strength that you couldn't ignore it, you coulnd't cover your hears and just pass by. There were no words to the images, but you didn't need words, it was the perfect example of a language of images. Trying to picture it is a paradox.
Anyway, on the lower level of the entire experience i could figure out three simple things:
1)Photograpy books are made of the wrong type of paper
2)The photo-film matter is part of the image: it gives a kind of reality that let you bypass the fact you're looking to something bidimensional
3)Photos are to be seen on big pages.
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