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lovely blog, thank you for sharing x
thank you. i adore your work! x
Ann He, born in China, but now based in America is an aspiring fashion photographer who focuses on her work being more as an art form and expression of curiosity. For Ann, photography is a portal to the world of imagination, a way of exploring new facets of oneself or just a way to renounce reality and create an idealised alternative.
Check out more of her work - www.annhe.com
I recently stumbled across San Francisco based photographer Hana Haley. She produces extremely haunting photographs, mostly of women in pensive moods, full of colour and high saturation levels. She feels her photographs “are like stray lashes that have fallen loose from my lids to exist somewhere else.”
This is a series of images I photographed for a recent project based on the pressures of growing up in this day and age, especially for young girls. Babies pushing around babies in prams and pretend weddings in the back garden doesn’t even come close to how young girls view life these days. The ”perfect look”, the ”perfect lifestyle”. Instead of playing out in the sunshine, scraping your legs climbing a tree, putting in hair extensions and buying the best lipgloss is now all the rage. And it isn’t even their fault. It’s how today’s society has become. People buy beauty to get that ”perfect” look. The idea of ‘sex sells’ now appeals to kids. I read that 9/10 are girls who become anorexic or bulimic due to the pressures of media. Another thing that’s slightly disturbing is how everyone now has sex from an early age, gets pregnant from an early age, starts a family from an early age. And it’s partly drummed into us. The maternal side of girls happens instantly in life. The baby dolls that we receive for Christmas at the age of 2, where we actually think we’re its mother. In my opinion, kids now just want to skip the short amount of time that childhood/teenhood has to offer.
This isn’t me having a bitchy rant. This is me being aware of how things have become with minors in my experience and with what I’ve seen and read. It’s a touchy subject anyway, but it’s something that you can talk about for a long period of time because it’s real, it’s the truth and it is what’s happening. So here’s me basing a project on it.
Freya attempting to put on her lipstick exactly how her role model does.
Freya practicing to bake for the husband that she’ll have someday.
As we walked, we talked and talked and talked about politics, about movies, and about why the French could never come close to producing a good rock band.
It’s been almost a decade since the deadly tsunami hit the shores of Thailand, so when I first saw a short television trailer of ‘The Impossible’ which is based on a true story about María Belón and her family who took a Christmas holiday over there and was caught in the middle of the trauma, I automatically felt a bit iffy about it. With it being such a touchy subject that’s affected god knows how many thousands of people, the locals and foreigners, I didn’t know how this film was going to be able to capture this horrific event. I decided not to see it at the cinema, and instead to watch it at home, which was probably the best decision I could have made as I would have made a complete show of myself by crying every 15 minutes. For me, this is not just about one particular family, but it also portrays all the families that were involved in the disaster. How loved ones were separated and how some found each other again, and most didn’t. During this film you can’t help but put yourself in their shoes, how you would deal with it, and how any of our day to day problems in life are in no way matched to what the victims of the tsunami went through.
It’s been a long while since I’ve watched a film this powerful and emotional. Ewan McGregor played his role as a father brilliantly, and was so believable on the highest of levels. Naomi Watts pulled on every heartstring I have. She’s already a great actress, but during a lot of the filming María Belón was there to watch this film being put together, and guided her in parts that Naomi Watts wouldn’t know how to, and because of that you can see Maria right through Naomi throughout the film. Everything you see is pretty much a blow by blow to what actually happened to this family and their story, amongst so many, with what happened to them and around them. There’s no heroic moments, no bravery, no cheap made up lines that would give the audience a little chuckle, just pure honesty.
As much as I’d recommend this film to anyone and everyone, be forewarned. This one is a true tearjerker. Keeping in mind that it’s a true story makes a few scenes almost impossible to watch clear-eyed.
The World We Live In.
Daniel Gebhart de Koekkoek’spersonal work is varied, ranging from the sleeping practice of the Japanese to documentary photography exploring Swiss winter campers. His style is curious and full of confidence, focused on creating atmosphere from very serene places as he shares with us all the wonder, beauty and admiration he sees.
Pillow Fight, Union Square, New York City.
Who’d have thought that having a random pillow fight in the middle of New York City could be that much fun?
A book of photographs for the 500th anniversary of Raphael’s masterpiece The Sistine Madonna(2012).
‘A woman must continually watch herself. She is almost continually accompanied by her own image of herself, whilst she is walking across a room or whilst she is weeping at the death of her father, she can scarcely avoid envisaging walking or weeping. From the earliest childhood she has been taught and persuaded to survey herself continually.’ Ways of Seeing - John Berger.
The other day I thought it was about time that I visit the Whitworth Gallery in Manchester. Without thoroughly looking on the website at who was exhibiting, I was pleasantly surprised to come across Jane and Louise Wilson’s photographic work on the town of Pripyat, which lies north of Kiev, close to the Russian border. Set in the heart of what Stalin used to call the Soviet Union’s breadbasket, it was designed as a working town, but not for the farmers who lived and prospered among the talismanic fruit and forests. Pripyat was built for the labourers of Chernobyl, and it hasn’t changed in twenty six years, not since the liquidators came in to drive the inhabitants from their homes.
Last year, artists Jane and Louise Wilson travelled to Pripyat to make a specially commissioned work, ‘Atomgrad (Nature Abhors a Vacuum)’, to coincide with the 25th anniversary of the disaster and the human existence that was once there.. What they documented was a decaying town, slowly being subsumed by the sulphurous landscape about it.
That little tiny moment in photography is a beginning and an end and it has something to do with the same kind of mentality that an athlete has to use… The tricks that good tennis players use, especially what happens when the ball bounces and does odd things… You couldn’t predict what you’re what you’re going to do. Try to hit it back. Not only try to hit it back, try to hit it back in a weird way. Or in some articulate way. And I think photography is stuck with those same kinds of moments, especially if you’re not a studio photographer. You don’t have much control.