Monday, May 24, 2010
Lately, Bo and I have been taking pictures of our evening guests jumping in the backyard at night. Bo termed it "night jumping," which instantly summons REM:
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.....I'm not sure all these people understand.
Furthermore - I was telling a hypersmart friend of mine about night jumping yesterday, and how we hoped over years to amass a hilarious collection of various acquaintances springing into the Vermont night - and he told me - hey - there's a photographer - Phillipe Halsman - who did that with his subjects after shoots.
And because this world is full of coincidences, an article on Halsman's work was featured in the NYT today - and friends and family picked up on our mutual love of photographed jumping - what Halsman termed "Jumpology." Clearly ours is the impoverished and slightly drunk version of Halsman's concept - but all in good fun.
My favorite line from the NYT piece - which I think explains the appeal of the jumping photos we've been taking - is below:
“When you ask a person to jump, his attention is mostly directed toward the act of jumping, and the mask falls, so that the real person appears.” (Halsman)
Aldous Huxley -Photo Credit