I tend to get obsessed with one photographer at a time, and lately I've been on a minor Boris Mikhailov kick. You know the routine where you dig through someone's books and web images all in a frenzy, trying to figure out where a person is coming from. I thought I had Mikhailov pegged. He's the Ween of the photo world with a style that's completely malleable, but always with one foot in the conceptual camp.
Then today I saw this photo of his in a recent book.
Holy darn if Mikhailov doesn't have some street in him! This photo has it all. Mystery, timing, form. What a perfect moment. So how the F- did it come from someone like Mikhailov? It looks nothing like his other photos and I would never in a million years attach his name to it. I know that's probably why he took it. He likes to defy expectation. But the thing is, you can't will yourself to be a street photographer. You can't just pull a photo like this out of your ass, which is what he appears to have done here. Or can you?
Too many questions. I suppose I should just enjoy the image and let my preconceptions get crapped on. Meanwhile, my infatuation festers.