This week, the world of photography lost a great talent. Born British, Kate Barry found a way of life in Paris. She was often refered to as Jane Birkin's "eldest daughter". She always seemed to want to stay away from the spotlights turned onto her family most of her life, one of France's most photographed by the media. She remained discreet and unlike her sisters chose to channel her creativity behind the lens. I have a profound admiration for her sensibility, her path and her humility.
She was what most people call a 'late bloomer' finding photography in her early thirties. Rawness and the absence of artifacts was the chore of her work. All she needed was her talent to expel natural emotions out of her subjects. You could often sense melancholia or an aching mind in her photography. People who knew her say that she often found happiness in silence and solitude. She had the career and body of work I only dream of having.
She was a true inspration.
She chose to go alone. She was 46 years old.
May her tender soul rest in peace.
She leaves behind an archive of stunning images that graced countless magazines for almost two decades.
Photography ©kate Barry
Mes hommages à la photographe Kate Barry qui s'en est allée un sombre jour de Décembre, à Paris. C'était une femme de grande sensibilité, une personalité discrète, qui aimait rester derrière le rideau, dans l'ombre de sa famille. J'ai toujours eu beaucoup d'admiration pour son travail, son oeil atypique, son regard melancholique et son talent de portraitiste.
Elle reste une grande source d'inspiration pour moi.
Elle avait 46 ans.