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Billy Eggleston is a tough photographer to discuss, mostly because I wouldn’t know where to begin, or stop for that matter. I mean, I have loads of awe for his vision and his pursuit of it, because in so many ways, he is the father of modern fine-art photography. He brought the colour to fine art photography, the irony, and the vernacular, and pretty much anything you see in colour hanging in art galleries today or marked up in the portfolios and facebook albums of the amatuers and professionals alike.

 I feel a certain relationship to his photographs, they’re the type of photographs that when once viewed, plague your everyday visions. You seem to tell yourself that everything you see should be photographed. His photos remind us of an excited kind of nostalgia. Eggleston once commented on the fact that everything around him was so ugly, to which his friend responded “Well, take photos of the ugly stuff then.” Indeed, it can be seen that what he seemed to do was not just take photos of the ugly and mundane but transform them into beauty. The ordinary is gorgeous.