#Picbod – The Tribe

#Picbod Week two

 The Tribe

tribe |trʌɪb|


1 a social division in a traditional society consisting of families or communities linked by social, economic, religious, or blood ties, with a common culture and dialect, typically having a recognized leader: indigenous Indian tribes.

• (in ancient Rome) each of several political divisions, originally three, later thirty, ultimately thirty-five.


The Tribe in terms of relationships

Would photograph couples who travelled to Niagara to get married. The images are honest and natural.

The Tribe in terms of family

Would photograph his parents in his home.

Mums stands formal with her hands behind her back. His Dad isn’t acknowledging the camera which suggests he may feel quite uncomfortable. This image is very split.

His Dad, Irving, sits on his bed. This allows us to see moments we wouldn’t usually get to see. His Dad is happy to help, but uncomfortable with representation. Irving didn’t see himself when he looked at the photo, instead, he saw his son.

Photographs his parents, like Sultan, yet it in a natural way.

The Tribe in terms of community.


The people in his images are not necessarily his friends, but he would jump on freight trains and photograph people who did the same to travel the USA. They are all bound by a common goal. He has got involved in the tribe. He is a subject, with a camera.



I have a book of Carucci’s work, ‘closer’, where she would focus on the every day details of her family. She photographed moments that everyone can relate to. Even tiny details such as sleep marks on the skin.

Would photograph moments in public, yet they still look intimate.

Her images tell truth!


Documents herself and her family. It is questioned as to whether her images are performance or record


Believes that performance and record is important. Her images are seen as perfect, yet it takes a while and is the decisive moment in these images. They are often set up. She always photographed her immediate family. She never photographed outside of her home which makes her images more intimate. She saw her family as art!

Sally Mann: What Remains
Film maker Steven Cantor’s documentary follows the American photographer Sally Mann over a period of five years. Never one to compromise, Mann examines her own personal feelings towards death as she undertakes a new body of work. This intimate and rich film is not only a remarkable portrait but also a rare glimpse of an eloquent and brilliant artist at work 


‘The ballad of sexual dependency’
Goldin documented the people she lived with.

‘The only thing you can really photograph is your own tribe. The only people I really photograph are the people I really love and generally I’ve known for years and so I photograph them over years.’


Documented drug addiction in Tulsa. The community didn’t believe it was happing to middle class kids. However, Clark was friends with those involved and he was able to reveal in an intimate way that these people were in fact drug addicts. His images proved very shocking and controversial. Unrelenting documentation.

‘Winter Journey’

Araki uses black and white so you know he has thought about his images aesthetically. The sitters know the camera is there. This imagery is portrayed in a diary form.


Body looks like a statue of light. Highlight form.


Documents he difficulties of having a camera present in a relationship. How it accentuates the happy times, but also the bad.

‘Touching Strangers’

Would ask to strangers to pose  intimately on the streets of New York and photograph them.


Furnishes portraits with landscapes. The landscapes represent a portrait of their absence.


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