The Apple Store in SoHo will feature the seventh New York City Photobloggers event this Friday, June 2nd at 6:30pm.

The line up includes Jay Parkinson of darkshapesprowl.com, Kevin Walsh of Forgotten NY, Kara Canal & Amit Gupta of Photojojo, Ed Leveckis of leckis.net, Matt Weber of Urban Photos, and Justin Ouellette of chromogenic.net.

Hosted by Jacob Dobkin of bluejake and sponsored by Gothamist and nyc.photobloggers.org. Come participate in the evening's discussions. Afterparty to be announced by Jake at the event.

Click here for more info!

If you haven’t see it, don’t miss the Loretta Lux show at the Yossi Milo gallery (till June 24th). These gorgeous, disturbing works by the German photographer push the technical boundaries of photo art, and also raise questions about society and children that will make many people uncomfortable. All made in the past 2 years, a sampling can be seen here (click on Works IV).

The gallery has mounted Lux’s pictures in a single square room, in simple elegant frames on plain walls. The floor is unbuffed wood , swept clean; there are a few old antique chairs and a love seat against the walls, but everybody knows better than to sit down. It’s a room that makes me think of New York or New England WASP haut bourgeoisie style – chilly, but in its own way beautiful. Most of my friends live much messier lives, but a few over the years have aspired to this austere style. Lux is of course German, and I don’t know what the equivalent might be over there. I go on about it because the unmistakable sense of tradition and order make the pictures of the children more authoritative and somehow conservative – as though they are oil paintings of famous ancestors.

In fact they’re about the future not the past. It strikes me as an eerie and otherworldly future, though everything is nominally familiar . The medium is not oil paint but photographic pixels wound through the most sinuous of photoshop treatments. The pictures are shockingly perfect – and a little off. Seeing them in person frightened me. No kidding.