A poor self portrait.
925041
Full of self praise, many incidents not backed by facts.
3574632
This art poster, a print of El Greco's "The Resurrection," is quite low quality.  The colors of the printing are dark and faded.  The dimensions of the piece force the actual painting into a widened distortion which is somewhat unpleasant and fairly displeasing to the eye.  Instead of looking the characteristically "slim" style of El Greco, it just presents itself as a cheap copy.  The compact nature of the piece, compounded by the low quality of the colors and the distortion of the proportions of the actual work, also makes discernment from a distance difficult.

Overall, I would not recommend this piece to someone actually looking to display it on their wall.  In this case, you will actually get what you pay for, which is, at best, a barely tolerable rendition of an actual masterpiece.
3017192
I didn't buy this... merely because the capacity is underwhelming.  However, I am deeply offended by the extremely shotty photoshop botch job along her arm pit and side. I mean at least spring for PhotoShop Pro, this looks like a cell phone freebie here.
1290968
The book is nearly the same format as a Playboy Newsstand Special, but with fewer pages, thirteen of which are devoted entirely to text. While the model Snezhka is quite attractive, perky and clearly enjoys posing nude, a number of the photos were taken in poor lighting conditions. I don't consider this artistic. It's simply mediocre photography. At about $28 it is way overpriced. Buyers should wait until the price drops below $15 before purchasing.
1291195
Not well built and its too small for a portrait. In short i don't like it a bit due to the size
621487
"Anonymous", by Robert Flynn Johnson, is a collection of photographs taken by anonymous photographers. Most of these captured moments occurred sometime in the early twentieth century. Immediately I wanted to call the book a breath of fresh air, but that's too tepid. I'd say it's more of a kind of hurricane that rejuvenates rather than destroys, leaving in its wake a clean, freed-of-human-junk landscape and upgraded homes.

The photographs were all taken for fun and/or someone's family photo album, rather than for commerce. There was not a trace of self-consciousness, taking me back eons to a time when I just drew, painted, and took photographs merely for fun. What's fun for me? I looked for the photographs I wish I'd taken.

An African American boy of about seven or eight, a pacifier in his mouth, holds a rifle.

Holding a scythe like the grim reaper, a white-bearded elderly man on an antique three-wheeler bike, looks over his shoulder at a little girl standing next to her relatively "contemporary" model bicycle.

A middle-aged man, dressed like a lord of a manor, rides an ostrich.

An elderly man in a cart drives the team of pigs that pull it.

The most intense photograph for me was the scene of an automobile accident that decapitated the driver, his head lying on the road a few feet from the wrecked car. It looked as if a photojournalist or a police photographer took the image. I am glad not to have been that photographer. I probably would have fainted or vomited.

Out of all the images in the book, I wish I'd taken only four. Why those? I think that they are strictly first-class photojournalism, all telling a story literally or metaphorically. All other aesthetic considerations are limited by the amount of time the photographer has to take the photograph.

I recommend "Anonymous" to photojournalists.
4691335
Majority of the photos in this book are taken in 3rd-world countries.  In my opinion, these photos stand out, not because they are meaningful or full of vision, but because they are different.  Anyone who came from a similar background would immediately recognize certain photos as blank stares by weathered, aged, and wrinkled people.  They are different and might evoke certain emotions from people who are so far removed from certain parts of the world.  Local photographers with vision and understanding take far more interesting and emotional photos of the same people.  The author's style of photography would have never stood out had the subjects been in North America or Europe.

  The author repeatedly painted himself as a respectable worldly photographer with vision and humility.  However, below are his own words:
  "She (a Hindu woman) graciously allowed me to photograph her for five minutes, then invited me in for chai.  Fearful that she'd marry me off to her daughter, I declined.  In retrospect, I wish I'd accepted(the chia, not the daughter)."

  I find this statement utterly degrading and demeaning to a different culture.  The author effectively took the photo for his own benefit, and smeared an entire population sector with his insensitive and presumptuous words.

  Overall, I find this book self-promoting and un-interesting.  Then again, the author's got Joe McNally for foreword, Vincent Versace for afterword, and Scott Kelby for a few words.

  Sigh!
3291373
it looks cheap! extra plastic hanging of the camera area. I tried to cut it off so now it's looking a little funny with one little piece stick out. the cover is very thin as well.
111557
his face looks better here than it really is, the real one seems to be a very cheap toy. But after all it is a nice piece for a collection.
4937867
First, let me preface my critical remarks by saying that it's difficult to write coherently and without artifice about the subject of photography, whether it be about photography as Art or as representation or about particular photographers and how they approach the craft. I've rarely read a good extended article, let alone a collection of essays, that can hold one's attention for long without lapsing into artspeak or muddled hagiography.

And that's my criticism of this book. It simply doesn't say much. What it does manage to say it says in a particularly oft-putting artspeak that seemingly intends to camoflouge the essay's lack of content.

The author is a photographer and tenured professor in the Yale Art Department. This explains the empty verbosity coupled with a marked narcissistic emphasis on his own work, in particular a tendentious view of his own extended photo essay on Central Park.

If I learned anything from the book, it's not to send my kid to Yale to learn photography.
2109171
A sappy paean to a not very interesting person. Can see why it's self published.
1330148
Poor quality and it doesn't look nice. Pictures looks much better.
2094159
Robert Adams' essays in "Beauty in Photography" and "Why People Photograph" were interesting and insightful.  The interview text in this small book of photographs shows him to be an academic, lacking an understanding of human motivation and necessary practicalities.  Would that the world was so simple.  It's not and the foundation for Adams' wonderful photography is shown to be seriously flawed.

He describes himself in this book as being a socialist of sorts but then admits to having anger directed toward the "lower classes" because this "lower class" accepts "mass produced junk" without criticism.  He also comes off as a sort of wimp.  He may not return to photograph in California because of the "danger" he sensed in the areas he photographed.  Apparently he feels that the presence of junk and the distant sounds of dirt bikes and "assault rifles" frightened him.  I wasn't aware an "assault rifle" made its own unique sound.  I wasn't aware that junk and dirt bikes were threatening.  He also sensed "hostility" in many of the neighborhoods he saw because there was razor wire and aggressive breeds of dogs present.  He later admits he has never been attacked while photographing but he has had to endure other people's anger.  This poor guy must have either a superb sense of impending danger or he lives a sheltered, terrified life.

He answers many of the questions with quotes from famous people, whose words he has committed to memory.  They are mostly profound statements.  Unfortunately, when Adams speaks for himself, he comes across as lacking.  He probably should get out among the "lower classes" more often and experience their hopes, aspirations and motivations instead of locking himself into a fantasy world of denial.

The photographs, however, are poetic and the only reason to buy this slim volume.
1164840
When I first opened the package I was taken aback with how small this camera is (see photo). Trying to keep in mind that this is geared towards a child, I presented it to my 7 year old great niece who thought it was great to have her own camera and selfie stick. Her 10 year old older sister helped her with creating the fun pictures with wigs and makeup.

The issue came when she wanted the pictures printed out. The quality is just so poor that the fun she had taking the pictures turned in to a let down when printing them.

So although the tiny size of the camera didn't bother my great niece, the picture quality did. Both bothered me. At this price point I would expect something fully usable.

If your expectation is just for the child in your life to play with the camera and delete photos off of it you will be fine. If your expectation is to have usable photos then I would not suggest this camera and selfie stick.
2293851
Sound is tinny.  Unless you view at eye level, the picture is distorted.  Moustache's and eyebrows apear blue in color and everything but people's faces is black.
4637497
Good photography of a beautiful country. As a motorcyclist, I enjoyed it. However, the character of the two protagonists (as well as a lot of the cast) is repugnant. 'Bunch of self centered children, in adult bodies.

Spare yourself.
4686790
The quality on this was not great.  We bought it for a Christmas photo and it wasn't cute enough to use.