Georg Gerster aerial photography

February 14, 2007 3:03 PM

Georg Gerster'saerial photography (main site). At a store I saw a book of travel posters he shot for swissair, took it home and got lost in the details for hours. A gallery with larger images. He also released a book, in 2005, of aerial photographs documenting archaelogical sites. His process.
posted by lovejones (11 comments total)

I am severly lacking a Benutzername and a Passwort.
posted by phaedon at 3:09 PM on February 14, 2007

severely
posted by phaedon at 3:10 PM on February 14, 2007

Sorry, tricky site with frames. Try this link for the galleries. The index is on the left.
posted by lovejones at 3:11 PM on February 14, 2007

Still can't access galleries without name and password!
Please advise!
posted by Dizzy at 3:24 PM on February 14, 2007

I clicked on "Foto Galerie" from here. Worked fine. Nice photos.
posted by marxchivist at 3:33 PM on February 14, 2007

Click on the link following 'Online ordering' from this page. Seems you can't link directly without coming from his site.
posted by lovejones at 3:34 PM on February 14, 2007

Simply fascinating. Nice post!
posted by DesbaratsDays at 4:32 PM on February 14, 2007

Some other pictures In the same vein
posted by azlondon at 4:45 PM on February 14, 2007

I caught the Past From Above exhibit at the British Museum a couple weeks ago. Very cool.
posted by mach at 4:51 PM on February 14, 2007

Mmmm...Chateau Latour...
posted by drinkcoffee at 5:21 PM on February 14, 2007

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1818
posted by cenoxo at 7:03 PM on February 14, 2007 [2 favorites]