I love Rebecca. Rebecca is a great writer, she is a great person, and she wrote the introduction for my new book, so prepare yourself for a totally biased but not untrue review. I had already read a lot of these pieces, but it was great to revisit them. Knowing I could easily devour it, I paced myself, reading it between other books I was reading, trying to make it last. Her approaches to the subjects are varied; not strange, but sometimes dead on and sometimes elliptical, but always a combination of incredibly astute and literary and wholly earnest; observational in the truest sense, seeing what she sees and describing it without pretense. I'd say this is true for her subjects the people, the artists, as well as the art itself. She understands that a picture is an arrest of time, but fluid in the way it can be understood outside of that instant, and that the moment isn't a moment when it's fluid, a drop in a river, static but also ongoing; inter-dimensional, in fact. She's a candid interviewer, sometimes inviting and sometimes opaque, a chameleon that is always at home rather than hiding. I feel like this is a seminal collection of photographers and writing and thinking about photographs now that will only gain in renown as it is an ongoing capture of these moment.