Face in the Crowd -Alex Prager
Posed to look candid, Prager’s series of “crowd shots” were in fact elaborately orchestrated on a Hollywood sound stage, and each participant’s movements and appearance were meticulously directed. The realization of how intensively these shots have been staged is frightening, as Prager deprives us of a choice we are usually able to make in viewing photography: the subconscious organization of a hierarchy of moments. Nothing in Prager’s images can be overlooked; she positions every hair, every gesture, and every moment to seem not real but realistic.

Face in the Crowd -Alex Prager

Posed to look candid, Prager’s series of “crowd shots” were in fact elaborately orchestrated on a Hollywood sound stage, and each participant’s movements and appearance were meticulously directed. The realization of how intensively these shots have been staged is frightening, as Prager deprives us of a choice we are usually able to make in viewing photography: the subconscious organization of a hierarchy of moments. Nothing in Prager’s images can be overlooked; she positions every hair, every gesture, and every moment to seem not real but realistic.

Metamorphosis

Nothing retains its form; new shapes from old. Nature, the great inventor, ceaselessly contrives. In all creation, be assured, there is no death—no death, but only change and innovation; what we people call birth is but a different new beginning; death is but to cease to be the same. Perhaps this may have moved to that and that to this, yet still the sum of things remains the same.