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Book Review Cross Road Blues Photographs by Oli Kellett Reviewed by Arturo Soto "Oli Kellett’s Cross Road Blues is a meticulously crafted series of photographs shot over four years in major American cities (Los Angeles, Boston, Chicago, Atlanta, etc.) with a few additions from around the world thrown in the mix (Mexico City, Madrid, London, and Rio de Janeiro)..."

Cross Road Blues by Oli Kellett.
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Cross Road Blues
Oli Kellett

Nazraeli Press, 2024. 68 pp., 28 four-color plates, 14x11½".

Oli Kellett’s Cross Road Blues is a meticulously crafted series of photographs shot over four years in major American cities (Los Angeles, Boston, Chicago, Atlanta, etc.) with a few additions from around the world thrown in the mix (Mexico City, Madrid, London, and Rio de Janeiro). Kellett’s version of street photography is crisp and dramatically lit, albeit produced with a high-end digital camera on a tripod. About half of the pictures present a view from a high vantage point, highlighting Kellett’s aim to convey how urban environments often create a sense of oppression.

The project, titled after the famous blues song by Robert Johnson, aspires to intertwine philosophy and visuality, positing the action of crossing the road as a metaphor. This line of thinking is effectively unpacked in the introduction by the philosopher Nigel Warburton in terms of Sartrean freedom, determinism, libertarianism, and contingency, although he also considers the gestures people make before crossing the road as indicative of their relationship with the environment. For instance, the book concludes with a person pointing his finger to the sky, echoing the famous gesture by Plato in Raphael’s The School of Athens.


The exhibition prints of this series are up to 60 x 75 inches in size, inviting viewers to immerse themselves in their details. Following the same logic, the size of the book encourages a close and prolonged look at the pictures. In this sense, Cross Road Blues, comprised of only twenty-eight photographs, can be described as a portfolio photobook, which is a way to describe bodies of work conceived for the wall rather than for a print publication. In terms of trim and design, the book adheres to Nazraeli’s trademark style, keeping everything as simple and elegant as possible.

Still, the images are interesting beyond the gestures they show and their high resolution. I find the work to be at its most provocative as a representation of a particular kind of American city (the fact that not every metropolis in the country has a dwarfing scale might sound obvious, but it’s not a distinction Kellett or Warburton make). In many of these scenes, concrete, steel, and glass come across as silent subjugators that people don’t notice anymore. I see Kellett’s selection of cities as being intrinsically related to his preconceptions about the US. Figuring out Kellett’s relation to American mythology (using the term in the broadest sense) is a legitimate area of inquiry, and, at least to me, the most emblematic aspect of the series.


Precisely because of his interest in the cultural specificities of American cities, it is a surprise that Kellett included pictures of other places, which interferes with reading the work as a political reflection of the country. Kellett states that “it scarcely matters where or when the images were made. The step each person is about to take seems far more momentous than simply crossing a street.” His only criterion for choosing the locations was that they showed “a nondescript urban space” (he felt places like New Orleans had too much personality for his purposes). While geographical specificity may not matter as much when looking at individual pictures, it is essential when analyzing a series as a book, where relations amongst images are not only encouraged but inevitable.

Then, there is the fact that the concept of non-descript urban spaces is an illusion. The pictures in Cross Road Blues represent Kellett’s subjective vision of the US, even if the pictures give the appearance of neutrality. It’s telling how Kellett remarks the passage of time as an important theme, which is an aspect of the work we cannot see (he spent “a thousand hours” waiting for the right moment to photograph) but dedicates little attention to the sociopolitical specificities of the urban environment that fascinate him, which is an aspect that we can see.


In this sense, and given the prominence of the pictures’ formal qualities, one of the book’s main propositions is how the scenes reveal a photographic way of looking at the world. This distinct perception is manifested in Kellett’s use of underexposure. Our eyes would have perceived these scenes differently if we had stood next to him when he made the pictures. As such, the project’s cinematic flair is the opposite of naturalistic documentary photography that strives to underline its veracity. Watching Kellett’s promotional video for the book, where we see him make one of the series’ trademark images, can help us understand how different and unspectacular the scene looked to the naked eye.


While Cross Road Blues is visually stunning, some might find the book too brief, contrived, or monotonous. Yet I kept returning to its images, not because they were weighty metaphors about personal destiny and freedom, but because of the details that envelop those people about to cross the street. The book may not aspire to be a systematic reflection on the politics of urban design or urban policies, but it can be taken as a point of departure to think about how our uses of space produce social relations (think, for example, of those people coming together for a brief moment and what that says about city life, national culture, fashion, etc.). This is not a minor point. The more critical our seeing becomes, the clearer we can be about the kind of cities we want — and at least according to theorists like Henri Lefebvre — deserve.

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Arturo Soto is a Mexican photographer and writer. He has published the photobooks In the Heat (2018) and A Certain Logic of Expectations (2021). Soto holds a PhD in Fine Art from the University of Oxford, and postgraduate degrees in photography and art history from the School of Visual Arts in New York and University College London.
Book Review Voice Photographs by Jungjin Lee Reviewed by Blake Andrews “Jungjin Lee has been a practicing photographer for over 30 years. It’s worth noting that before working with cameras she worked with clay..."

Voice. By Jungjin Lee.
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Voice
Photographs by Jungjin Lee
Nazraeli Press, Paso Robles, CA, 2023. 110 pp., 46 quadratone plates, 12x15x1".

Jungjin Lee has been a practicing photographer for over 30 years. It’s worth noting that before working with cameras she worked with clay. Born in Korea in 1961, she earned a BFA in ceramics in 1984. She later switched to photography, moving to New York to pursue an MFA. She assisted Robert Frank there, and eventually forged a successful photo career with multiple shows, books and accolades.

Lee’s photographic reputation is well established by now, but one still has the nagging sense she’s never fully left ceramics behind. Her images are imbued with a tactile quality, drenched in texture, grain and physicality. The thread of craftsmanship runs through Lee’s monographs as well as her pictures, and her latest book Voice is no exception. In fact, it might be the least “photographic” yet. The pages are huge, rough and contrasty, each spread gobbled up by one photograph sprawling across the gutter. They resemble charcoal drawings at a glance, and it takes some study to fully absorb them as photos. The subject matter is traditional enough: pure natural forms like lakes, trees, deserts and sky. Most were shot in the American Southwest, a region frequented by photographers over the centuries, perhaps shot to death even. Predecessors be damned, Lee traveled there anyway to see things for herself in 2018 and 2019, just before the pandemic.


As usual, Lee’s modus operandi on this trip was minimalist. She generally doesn’t need much to make a photo. A pinch of cloud, a line of trunk, perhaps a passing shadow, and voila: a photograph. Repeat as necessary and eventually voila: a book. Following her lead (with a nod to Aristotle), Voice is organized into four basic elements, with chapter breaks marked by solid black spreads. Leading things off is a chapter with broad swaths of sea, sky and forest. The second section hones in on trees and brush tangles, converting them to graphic monochrome masses. The next chapter clears out the brush to showcase grasslands, savannah and desert. Animals creep into the mix as chapter four darkens into hulking forms, dominated by cactus and shadow. Then the images fade to black, a literary nightfall.

The chapters add up to something immense. Voice is roughly 15 inches tall. Good luck slotting it into a bookshelf. With a tome this size, the choice of Swiss binding is practical. It frees the spine and helps the spreads open easily. Still, when held in the lap, it occupies some volume. It’s roughly on par with holding a small dog or infant, but less squirmy.


The resulting effect is concrete. In a photo world of screens, jpgs and digital impressions, Voice keeps both feet firmly planted in the real world. Lee’s process helps with that. To craft a photo she brushes liquid photosensitive emulsion onto hanji, a traditional Korean mulberry paper (she sometimes uses cotton also). She then exposes large-format negatives onto the surface in a traditional darkroom. It’s a time-consuming process, and one which leaves distinctive traces. Lee’s skies are faintly cross-hatched with atmospheric effects. Rock walls have the texture of graveyard rubbings, while dark patches are swallowed up entirely. Knowing Lee’s process and her ceramics background, the photos can be decoded. But viewers coming to them with no background would be hard-pressed to identify location or process.


That’s just fine, because Voice is not primarily intended as description. "My images should be seen as metaphors,” says Lee, “a form of meditation.” In other words, hers is not the majestic Southwest of Ansel Adams or Eliot Porter, but something closer to the potter’s wheel. Keep your nose down and your eyes open, and you might disappear into its spinning center. Ceramics ahead! “The desert allows me to see my inner self,” she writes, “and my goal is to make images of what I feel there: the eternal sense of being open and present to the world.” With this book she’s found her Voice. With patience, alert readers will locate it too.

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Blake Andrews is a photographer based in Eugene, OR. He writes about photography at blakeandrews.blogspot.com.