My favorite thing to do at Barnes and Noble is to go to the photography section and build a massive stack of books. I take them to someplace quiet and start flipping from back to front: loading up my imagination. When I get full of one, I’ll move to someone different and just keep going back and forth until my brain is fully saturated. It was during one of these extended stays that I came across Gregory Crewdson’s book Twllight.
The cover grabbed me. There was just something beautiful in the image of an Ophelia-like woman suspended in a mirror between the ordinary and surreal. To me, it’s haunting in that way of a good movie or book: you leave the theatre, you finish the last sentence and still – the story continues replaying over and over in your head as you try to dig deeper and decipher every bit, look from every angle. I love that feeling. It’s the primary reason why I put David Lynch near the top of my director’s list : his stuff taps into me and the experience just keeps going weeks after I watch the movie.
Something has happened in his photos. He creates the moment when, whether good or ill,something has transpired. I can’t help but be mesmerized by the mystery invoked. I do not feel judgment, rather a surreal curiosity. Many times his work carries that same kind of isolation and loneliness that I would see in Edward Hopper. Curiosity becomes an almost voyeuristic fascination as we stand looking into a very private moment, oftentimes within the home itself. Sometimes, I want to step through. Sometimes, I just want to hold back and watch/listen; otherwise I might be too much the intruder.