![Hervé Guibert at Callicoon Fine Arts](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOAmQ7hOtuWkK6tTdbuSUtqsFcrzamOmTFfBsopbZPLJWN38LEsgjjLMNsapeLfv4G2zY0m-defT0lOPVEv2_3Dphm41sy13sh7XDkJVJsp_z8LBepoZR4LK29Kbp7EXlq0FesAkSm9-E/s280/HG024-800x531.jpg)
The photographs lay somewhere between Gonzalez-Torres takeaways and George W. Bush’s paintings. There’s a displacement of meaning, take significance from elsewhere. They’re meditative and reflective of the person who took them, while giving little insight. Nostalgic snapshots whose beautiful lighting ingrains a profound foreboding loss. Like Bush’s painting of him nude in the shower’s mirror, there is sense of a man reflective of the world around him, self-aware in time past. Like Atget whose photos pre-predict the loss inherent in empty Paris.