What consitutes the specificity of a portrait? A likeness? A presence? A moment? What is a moment?
I imagined a world where film speeds never rose above ISO 12, and explored it daily for a year before the pervasiveness of celphones bowed every urban head downward. This page shares a thin stratum of what was found.
"I mean, photography is all right if you don't mind looking at the world from the point of view of a paralyzed cyclops for a split second. But that's not what it's like to live in the world, or to convey the experience of living in the world."
- David Hockney