Kenneth Wong
Google
The final day of the ICP Photobook Fest (October 5, 2025) captured both the excitement and growing pains of a maturing festival. Held across the International Center of Photography’s school and library spaces, the day oscillated between critical reflection and logistical friction — a reminder that good ideas still need thoughtful frameworks to unfold.
The highlight was the panel “Why Publish Another Portrait?”, presented by Tall Poppy Press. The discussion moved gracefully between ethics and aesthetics: who gets to be seen, and why the act of publishing still matters in an age of instant sharing. Panelists spoke candidly about portraiture’s renewed urgency — as a way of reclaiming presence, intimacy, and multiplicity within independent publishing.
Yet the surrounding workshops felt disappointingly constrained. Despite the festival’s scale and audience enthusiasm, each session allowed barely a dozen participants. The rooms were small, with no flexibility to open adjoining partitions — a strange oversight given the obvious public demand. Many visitors, myself included, found sessions fully booked long before arrival, underlining a need for better space management and real-time coordination among staff.
The guided tour of the ICP School offered a glimpse into the institution’s working backbone — darkrooms, film labs, and scanning stations alive with quiet focus. It was fascinating to see analog processes thriving alongside digital systems. But even here, the experience was marred by sudden timing changes and lack of internal communication, leaving participants waiting or redirected without notice.
Still, within those imperfect arrangements lay moments of genuine insight. The labs, lined with trays of developer and film reels drying under soft light, spoke to the enduring tactile pleasure of photography. Upstairs, the photobook tables were alive with experimentation — from Pulse: A Memoir Through Art to The Hands of My Friends and Heart Aches Yours, each reasserting the photobook as an intimate vessel of storytelling.
The festival closed with “Imagining an Alternative Basketball Aesthetics,” a lively dialogue on cultural identity, community, and urban space, connecting Chinatown’s street courts with diasporic visual practice.
If the day revealed anything, it was that ICP remains a vital nexus for ideas — even if its logistics lag behind its ambition. Between images and infrastructure, the festival affirmed that the future of photography isn’t only in what we print or show, but how we organize the space for others to see and take part.