Monthly Archive for December, 2012


Nathan Pearce – Midwest Dirt

Nathan Pearce

Midwest Dirt


When I was 18 years old I packed my bags and left rural Illinois. It had been my home my entire life, but I thought in leaving I would find the perfect place for myself elsewhere. In the city everything and everyone I knew was very different from what I knew back home and yet at the same time familiar. The wild and restless days of my youth were in full swing. But when I awoke those mornings I still expected to see my old midwestern life.

Where I was living wasn’t exactly the wrong place for me, and at its core my life wasn’t drastically different, but it wasn’t home.
I came back home to live almost a decade later. I still have no idea if this time I will stay for good, I don’t know if that will ever happen.
The wild restless days and nights haven’t ceased.

Some nights when I lay down in my bed and close my eyes I fantasize that I didn’t ever return. I dream that I could get right back up and go over to my corner bar in the city and have a drink looking out on the crowded street.

But I’m not there. I’m here. In the country.

Now it’s just after harvest time, my favorite time of year. The fields are almost cleared and I’m barefoot on my porch with a beer in my hands. I can see for miles.

This project is about a time in my mid twenties when I can feel the tension between home and away.




Nathan Pearce (born 1986) is a photographer based in Southern Illinois.
He also works in an auto body repair shop.


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Gigi Giannuzzi – Goodbye…

GIGI GIANNUZZI….at the “Kibbutz”, Brooklyn…December 8, 2008

I was just getting ready to write my goodbye to Gigi Giannuzzi , founder of Trolley Books, who died Christmas Eve of pancreatic cancer at a very young 49….but I just cannot do it….So Candy and Eva went back through the Burn (Road Trips) archive and found this story I wrote….Nothing I could write now would be better than this one I think…Gigi was definitely a man after my own heart..Crazy, irreverent, and passionate about presenting in a special way the work of great photographers…The man loved books and the man loved photographers and the man made it happen….I love you Gigi….



nobody loves books more than Gigi Giannuzzi….he loves them so much that he publishes instinctively and without any thought of “commercial appeal”…he does not do “readership tests”….he goes by his gut and then scrambles like a madman to try to sell enough of his little masterpieces to be able to go on to the next….

Gigi claims he was “conceived in Sicily,  born in Rome, and never grew up in Turin”..if you know Italians, Gigi pretty much has it covered..Trolley Books, his mastermind and “baby” has for ten years created quite a stir in the publishing world…”unconventional wisdom” comes to mind when i think of Gigi….and his authors form a prestigious list..

Philip Jones Griffiths, Carie Levy, Stanley Greene, Nina Berman, Deirdre O’Callaghan, Tom Stoddart, Alex Majoli, Paolo Pellegrin,  and Alixandra Fazzina just to name a few…please go to: to see Gigi’s entire lineup of artists and titles….

you may not find Trolley Books everywhere….like many fine objects, you have to look to find…and Gigi is the first to recount the trials and frustrations of the book publishing world….if you wanted to go into a business , you would not try to make photo book publishing your business…nope, only love gets you to do what he does…

last night Gigi slept on my sofa…but, not for long….he stayed up late and got up kind of guy!!

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Source: Photo District News

Gigi Giannuzzi, the founder of Trolley Books and publisher of innovative and award-winning photo books by Philip Jones Griffiths, Paolo Pellegrin, Alex Majoli, Stanley Greene, Carl De Keyzer, Nina Berman, Alixandra Fazzina, Thomas Dworzak, Adam Broomberg and Oliver Chanarin and others, died December 24 in London. Giannuzzi had announced in June that he had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He was 49, according to Hannah Watson, his longtime business partner in Trolley Books.

Born in Rome, Luigi Giannuzzi (known to all as “Gigi”), grew up in northern Italy. He worked as an editor at the book publisher Allemandi, but left in 1997 when he got a chance to collaborate on a catalogue of Nan Goldin’s work. Its success inspired him to launch his own company, West Zone, but after five years he ran into financial trouble. In 2001, he found financial backing to start a new company, based in Venice. Trolley got its name when Giannuzzi used a shopping cart to push his book proposals around the floor of the Frankfurt Book Fair, Watson says. In its first two years alone, Trolley Books published such award-winning books as Alex Majoli’s Leros, Chien Chi-Chang’s The Chain, Carl De Keyzer’s Zona: Siberian Prison Camps, Adam Broomberg and Oliver Chanarin’s Ghetto, and Thomas Dworzak’s Taliban. Giannuzzi published the first books of many photographers, including Deirdre O’Callaghan, whose book Hide That Can won an ICP Infinity Award, and Carrie Levy’s 51 Months. In 2005, Trolley Books won a citation from the Kraszna-Krausz Book Awards for outstanding contribution to book publishing.


Merry Christmas

My mother , Maryanna , opens her curtain this morning to a white Christmas in Durango, Colorado. Mom and I cherish our special time for “morning coffee” when we discuss it all. Politics to family biz all come under our scrutiny.

Miami Vice

I Wish

Hajime Kimura – Matagi

Hajime Kimura


Man lives freely only by his readiness to die.
-Mahatma Gandhi

One winter day, we pursued black-bears in the deep forest. Nothing around, the sun shining and the air crisp. We had barely eaten anything in more than 4 days. We were just exhausted.

Suddenly one of the Matagi mumbled, having a faraway look on his face.
“What’s that something moving?”

There were, no doubt, two black-bears crossing the iced river.
Once it was made sure with the binocle, they quickly dispersed to their own positions, against the side of the chine, at 1~5km from here.

And it meant the fighting was starting.

The chief of MATAGI had the last word to go away,”We’re being just for this time.”

Originally, the self-sufficient males living in the deep forest and mountains areas were called “MATAGI” in Japanese. They represent one of the indigenous tribes. Before the 1960’s, most of them lived almost without money.

However, the situation changed in the 1970’s, during the high economic growth. Some of them moved to towns in order to find more modern and comfortable jobs. As the years passed, the Matagi have been considered only as a kind of hunters living in rural areas of Japan. Nowadays, they are facing a possible extinction of their traditions.




Hajime Kimura, born in 1982, in the Chiba prefecture next to Tokyo.

In 2005, he graduated from architecture at Shibaura Institute of Technology in Tokyo.

Since 2006 he has actively photographed Asian countries, including China, Southeast Asia and Japan. He wishes to express the invisible reality of human existence in the world with photography, and aspires to commit to his subjects as best as possible.


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Happy Birthday Burn

The waves today on the Outer Banks are just spectacular. An offshore wind gives the large swells a perfect shape. Although it is for sure a winter day with seriously icy water, the surfing crowd is out there. Modern wetsuits make surfing a year around art form. So about an hour ago at sunset when I headed for the water’s edge holding a birthday cake it just wasn’t anything that could be explained easily to the surfing crowd.

I took off my shoes and waded into the rushing white water and alas only one shot with my iPhone. Yea, I know it coulda been a lot better, but the birthday cake store was closed by then, so well this is it. Last year for our 3rd birthday I burned the cake in my fireplace which was much much easier and I had several pictures to choose from. Next year, if there is a next year, I want to blow the cake up. So stay tuned.

Right now I simply want to thank this audience for well just hanging out with us. We’ve had some fun, chewed on the merits of this essay or that, gone into the minds of some top folks in the biz via interviews, and generally made Burn a place for pro photographer and emerging photographers alike. We have managed to raise 75k through the Magnum Foundation over 6 years for the Emerging Photographer Fund grant (coming up soon again), published approximately 500 essays, and won a bunch of peer group awards, honors etc.

The main thing is that Burn is a no strings attached operation. No ads, no sponsorship, and of course ha ha no money! Great biz plan huh? Well honestly for me, Burn is a labor of love, not a job. A payback to young photographers who might just be looking for an outlet. To get their name known. To show readers a new way of looking at something in either a journalistic approach or with an artists vision. For me personally an equal aspiration and both worthy goals.

At this writing we have I think about 6 hours until we find out if the end of Maya calendar is the end of everything. I doubt it. I hope not for sure because well I think all of us just have too much more to do. For photography is an all inclusive science, art, and journalistic vehicle. We can all use our cameras to inform, entertain, and enlighten. Regardless of your interests in life, the recording of a moment can play a part. I love that simple fact.

When I was leaving the beach tonight,  one of the surfers was getting out of the water, and he strolled over and asked “what was that all about?”. I  said “well it is my magazines birthday and I needed a shot of a cake in the water”.  He ran his hands through his long wet hair and said “uh ok whatever”.

Some things are just better in pictures than in words.


Burning session

The original THINKERS for Burn Magazine. 2008. It doesn’t take long for a picture to look “vintage” now does it?

Erica McDonald, Andrew Sullivan, Chris Bickford, Young Tom Hyde, Anton Kusters, Eric Espinosa, and David McGowan on Skype



Sometimes you meet somebody who just brightens your day. You know you will never see them again, but no matter. You know them.