Johnnie and Whatever He’s Looking At

His name is Johnnie and I don’t know his surname, which feels right—the work doesn’t need one. He photographs dogs that have clearly just been told something incomprehensible and are working through it in real time. A Black man rubbing himself in a bathtub with an expression of complete self-possession. Girls with extremely hairy forearms. I have no idea what connects these subjects or whether they’re meant to be connected, and I don’t think that’s the point. There’s something in the way he looks—a specific mix of patience, curiosity, and mild perversity—that makes following his Flickr feel like a small ongoing pleasure.