I love radio. Perhaps because radio seems to come from nowhere, or everywhere, the act of listening, for me at

I would be surprised if every photographer did not share one common dream – to go someplace, someplace unfamiliar, perhaps

It seemed good at the time.  In the 1990s, New York City nightclubs defined energy, culture remade by boundary-exploding innovation. 

I know what’s going to happen. This book is going to sit on your coffee table. There will be a moment

There is a moment I love.  Imagine a dance teacher counting five, six, seven, eight. Just before the next one, the

Here is a proposition: Memory demands the present. At one level this is obvious. Memory, by definition, resides in the previous,

There should be a word somewhere between evocative and provocative.  To evoke is to cause memory. To provoke is to cause

Let me admit to a bias. I love street photography. I love the spontaneity, the serendipity, the flash of opportunity and the

There is something wonderful about repetition and difference, the familiarity and depth of one, the freshness and serendipity of the

One of the great joys of curiosity is the way it is so easily shared.  No, perhaps that’s wrong. Shared

How do you photograph an idea, a talent, a critique or a hope? It’s a particular problem for portraiture. We

Let me admit this at the beginning. I love Paris.  I have the good fortune to be there once a year,

Mat Hennek – Silent Citiespublished by Steidl, 2020review by W. Scott Olsen I shouldn’t be surprised. Great photography, like great