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Perhaps the difference from Tillmans is proven then by its flaunting the camera as possessor, the machine which embeds the photographic capture as loss, everything moving away from the machine indexing time we see now but was. These people, these bodies, moved away from this moment and its crux the camera, projecting the point. It's horribly romantic but it's true, time intransigently on, surely stupid to point out, but painful to see every-time we see it, this, our, present meeting some past and knowing now us too then. It's why so many photographers are want to document the youth, embodiment of the photograph's eternal nubility as we all die, see you then.
