This leads me to "About This Site" where John Camp posts a thread: This needs to be read.
Touching Strangers makes me feel that I don't want to go outside. Worse, it strikes me in the same way as an earlier recent link to the work of a lady making 'installations' consisting of a huge gang of uninteresting (and somewhat distressing) mostly naked humans gathered together in extreme embarrassment and striking modes of equally extreme pretentiousness.
To me, and I stress it's just my personal and totally biased opinion, it is a measure of the desperation of the so-called art movement within photography. In the case of the mass
murder display of human carcasses, it's not even oiriginal in that some guy whose name I forget did more or less exactly the same thing, years ago, to great 'artistic' acclaim in cities all over the world: hundreds of nude people littering public spaces. Really? Wow! Must be Art!
I hate this sort of tripe.
HC-B, come back! There was nothing to forgive! Ansel, you too if I must!
So what's so bad about "Touching Strangers" in concept? Surely it's no lamer than Avedon's "In the American West" (conceptually speaking).