I like the simplicity of the non-comments, non-follower count concept. Just plain good images. A great little app that help cleanse my visual clutter, once a day. I find it more pleasing than Instagram most of the time. It is designed with the avid image lover in mind rather than the social networker.
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Last week I went to a fellow photography-obsessed friend's apartment, someone I've met in class back in November. As I reached out for the stack of coffee table books and magazines, one in particular landed in my shuffling hands. It was a stunning large gallery book presenting the work of British photographer Richard Learoyd and his series Presences.
Learoyd works with one of the most antique of photographic processes: the camera obscura. The light falling on the subject is directly focused onto a sheet-size photographic paper without an interposing film negative. With very little loss of definition (due to a room sized camera) his portraits drag the viewer into a tangible dimension of ultra-realistic presence. This goes without noting the incredible dynamic in tonal range and colors.
I have rarely felt so smitten by someone's work. I have yet to see his work in its actual size.
I rarely shoot Men. Not by choice, but because I just don't get contacted to work with men that much. So when Shawn contacted me for a portrait session I was thrilled. Shawn is a jazz drummer and I immediately had in mind to use a dark, dramatic style for him. Something classic that he will be able to use years down the road.
His new album with his band Shawn Baltazor Quarted is soon to be released.
I am days away from taking the road. Me and a friend are going to drive from Colorado to Nevada in a few days.***Due to extreme weather conditions in New York, our trip had to be cancelled. I can't even find words to tell you my disappointment. Sigh***. A project that could not have been better timed, right at the peak of this rude winter. I feel that the new year is already gearing up toward thrilling projects. I have been yearning to explore unknown lands, and this part of the country is definitely going to be a first for me.
On that travel note, I wanted to share some really inspiring photographs by French photographer Céline Clanet. They were excerpted from her published books Máze and Un mince vernis de réalité.
I am quite happy to be wrapping up the last month of the year. The quicker I get through the winter, the better. This year has been quite reflective. And I want the next to be active, more dynamic. I'll have to break old habits, work harder and find new ways to reinvent paths toward my goals. Oh and I want a lot of laughter this year. Just because humour is just a bare necessity.
Thank you all for all for coming by and sometimes spare a comment, give a word of support or just read anonymously the blog. I wish you all a happy time, in parties or alone, staring at the clock or staring at the stars, in family or with friends. Best of love and prosperity for 2014!
Here is one of my favorite quote;
“I hate reality but it's still the best place to get a good steak.”
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.
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.
This week I discovered to my greatest surprise that I landed a magazine cover! Not in the way I would have ever imagined. The intimate painting form Jerome Lagarrigue for whom I had posed few years ago was featured on the cover of this month's Interiors.
Flattered? Me? Just read the Art collector's comment below! * blushing *
Have a good weekend everyone and remember to keep your feet on the ground. Ha!
I am so happy I found out about this great talent last month at the Photoville festival. Jason's work is always tipping half way between Journalism and Fine Art. Stunning pictural photography that speaks the truth. One of the most difficult kind to achieve in my book. His eye is not a morbid one (unlike a lot of war photography we see these days). It is rather poetic and somehow hypnotic.
I've always profoundly admired photo-journalists for their ability to tell so many stories within one image and make me feel so humble about what I actually know about the world.
Eprise par le travail magnifique du photographe et journaliste Jason Florio. Ses images sont des tableaux qui relatent des histoires sans fin dans notre imaginaire de non-voyageurs. Quel travail majestueux, quelle liberté qu'il nous offre à travers ses images qui pourtant relatent d'une réalite souvent dûre à regarder en face. Mais son regard n'est pas morbide (comme souvent chez les photo-reporters) mais plutôt poétique, parfois même hypnotique.