There’s neither glamour nor simple beauty in James Fee’s images, but real life that goes far beyond the ordinary vision of glamour and beauty. Subject and dark room manipulation produce a liaison with the worst Belts in American history and memory: the Rust and the Dust, and the thread ends up, in a On-the-road poet’s drive, there where everything began: Miss Liberty The Icon.

The flashes in Fee’s mind belong to the American Culture, none of these picture could have been taken elsewhere, and they remind how the rising and the quest for achievement might very likely have a humble start point.

So there’s actually beauty, to be read by a soul-eye duet.

M.M.