Katy Grannan’s photography is very unkind and controlling. I can’t help but love it. The people she photographs aren’t themselves, they’re either her or something else entirely. It’s like they’re possessed by her.
I changed my mind. I don’t know.
The website says that they present
“new Western mythologies inhabited by people who celebrate delusion as a means of self-preservation, contradiction as truth, and glitter and sweat as residue of optimism and perseverance.”
cool.
