The other day, thanks to the ubiquity of social media, I ran into a link showing the photographer Mark Cohen working the streets of Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania. I had seen it before, some time ago. And Ive thumbed through his books at the Powerhouse Arena in Brooklyn. I love his work.
If you havent seen his work (but you probably have) then you need to. That is, if you like photography that sucks you into a world of uncommon glimpses into a universe you may or may not have known existed. Like a good novel (or the kind I like anyway) Cohen’s work submerges me in a world of images that give me little glimpses, little slivers, of understanding my fellow man—not unlike Kafka or Pynchon or Murakami or….Well, you get the point.