i just wrote what i would like to believe was a great post about ye rin mok, a photographer i just stumbled upon through her flickr page. well, that post is out there somewhere in the ethernet now, as i accidentally deleted it, goddamn it.
so here is the abridged version.
ye rin mok's photos are so beautiful. they have an odd, dream-like familarity i can't really place. looking at them i totally related to the feel and mood of the images. i felt nostalgic and really moved by her photos. for the most part photography does not do that to me. diane arbus is one of the only photographers that actually moves me. but there is something about ye rin's photos that conveys expectations, as if there is something about to happen. it's actually a bit eerie. after reading about her on the web, i found her own explanation of her photographs. when asked by giant robot what her photos mean she says, "through my photos i would like to convey awkwardness. uneasiness, and imperfection--silent moments that people try to avoid." my favorite!
ye rin is a professional photographer as well. her photographs have appeared in bust, beautiful decay, and other great mags. she's photographed influential heavy-weights like miranda july, michel gondry and robbie conal.