Speaking of wanton excess...

"It's nominally unremarkable on the surface of things, cast in a resolutely ordinary steel gray light, snatched from the back of a delivery van on what I imagine to have been a nondescript street, taken at the point at which everything of value has already been removed so that what remains - like the morning-after residue of a bustling rave - seems wretched and dejected, seems an accusing index of some wanton excess. It's a picture of a faded blow-up cutout selling some unspecified Britney Spears merchandise, and she's framed dead centre in a quiet and profoundly desolate isolation - the forlorn and forgotten Belle of the Ball, a lonely Mona Lisa Smile. She is an outsize figure, truncated, bruised, scratched and lassoed, tied fast to the wooden slats that form a ribcage from which to hang troublesome produce as it's carted about the city."

—from a recent review of Brian Ulrich's photo project Copia