The summer of ’98 was slipping away as we made our way south.
Aspahlt and neon. Black coffee, cigarettes. Night- scented Louisiana.
I’d only been together with Alex for a few short weeks, but I knew she was a special woman
James Pfaff’s work is chiefly concerned with the documentation and reviewed reconstruction of his own life and universe, a subjective essay on the human condition. Drawing on his large photographic archive and personal journals he expresses himself principally through the medium of photography often later combining his images with paint, collage and the written word in emotional response to a settled feeling about the original imagery. The series Alex & Me (1998) can be considered as a point of departure.