Tones of dirt and bone

Mike Brodie
Tones of dirt and bone

Photographs: Mike Brodie

Publisher: Twin Palm Publishers

88 pages

Pictures: 50

Year: 2015

Comments: Hardcover under an acetate dust Jacket, 29,3 x 26 cm, colors photographs, out of print.

Before A Period of Juvenile Prosperity, there were the days of the Polaroid Kidd. In the early 2000s, Mike Brodie first found his way into photography via the SX-70 camera. It was the last gasp of the golden era of Time-Zero, and the film was Brodie’s gateway. It was expensive, ten sheets to a roll, but he appreciated its inherent limitations; its idiosyncrasies, the way it brought out the tones of the railroad. He liked the way you could manipulate the surface of the film, the feel of the Polaroid, the smell of the toxic emulsion. Sometimes, it seemed like a living, breathing thing. Brodie wasn’t alone: Walker Evans, Andy Warhol, Ansel Adams, and Helmut Newton all praised the SX-70. Like Warhol, Brodie gravitated to the model mostly for portraits. In Brodie’s case, the pictures he made of people he met while riding freights, from Pensacola, Florida to New Orleans, to Washington, and along the way.

“Technically Time Zero was the best fucking film ever made,” Brodie says. None of it would last. Made between 2004 and 2006, as the SX-70 and Time Zero were being phased out of production, and before the photos of his first monograph, Brodie's photographs in Tones of Dirt and Bone feel deliberate, precious, and fleeting.