Ever see a guy at a bar and you feel like you know him, but you can't place from where, so you just assume you slept with him? That never happens to Benjamin Fredrickson.
It happens to us all the time—but then again, we didn't have the brilliant idea to make a blog of polaroids of all the guys we sleep with. That way, after seeing a guy we vaguely recognize, we could go home and scroll through and see if he's there. And if he's not, well, he's probably just our mailman or something stupid like that.
Fredrickson, who lives and works in Minneapolis, really has this thing down. Not only are his boys of all sorts of shapes, sizes, and colors, but his work is very evocative and moody—which, of course, means it's real art, and one day people will be talking about him in classes and paying a lot for his work. Oh, also? We saw some self portraits, and we'd be happy to be just another notch in his bedpost portrait on his blog, or a vague memory that he can't quite place.
· Benjamin Fredrickson Polaroids (benjaminfredrickson.blogspot.com)