Looking at Eggleston’s “Chromes” produces an abstruse emotion in my gut. An impalpable flavor bellies up, almost landing on the tip of my tongue. I can’t put my finger on the taste. Saccharin doesn’t even come close. It evades any tangible description, leaving me stranded with a creative yearning of uncontrollable inspiration. I’ve witnessed Eggleston’s dye transfer photographs in person. I’m apt to say these plates produced by Steidl match, and maybe even rival, the potency of those prints. I can barely stand looking at these pictures. In fact, this weekend is only the second time visiting them since I bought the publication upon its release in 2011. It’s like chewing gum, that is so damn good, you have no choice but to swallow it, finish it off, sink it, because the taste is too good to bear. A benediction in disguise.
From William Eggleston’s “Chromes”, published by Steidl, 2011
