The sculptural folds and pleats from the recent Givenchy Haute Couture collection reminded me of the work of Veronica Bailey, a London-based artist and photographer. The main subject matter of her work has largely been books and paper – close-ups of spines, pages, secret glimpses of text… One of my favourites is one from the Erno Goldfinger series [studies of books from the late architect’s library] entitled The Arrogance of Power, the name of the book by Senator J William Fulbright. From within the pages you can just about make out the shape of an envelope. It encapsulates the spirit of Bailey’s work – a universal curiousity, the human desire to want to know more. To conceal. To unfold. Secrets. Lies. Lust. Learning. Sex. Knowledge. Power_
The Arrogance of Power: Senator J William Fulbright
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They say that the camera never lies. Not true. What you see isn’t always what was. Also, what you don’t see can sometimes be as beautiful or interesting. At a lookbook photo shoot for one of my clients last summer I spent a few idle moments taking photographs of the studio space – Spring Studios on Curtain Road, London.
The light was perfect – natural, bright and crisp, streaming in through the expansive windows_
…Sotto il Prossimo
There’s something quite special about going to the barbers. Its a ritual that seldom changes. 30 minutes or so of peace and quiet, of total trust. You build a relationship with your barber. He understands you – exactly how you like your hair cut, your beard trimmed. And you understand him. You know exactly when to tilt your head backward or to the side, when to pull your lips inward so that he’ll have the perfect surface tension to tend to your moustache. Words seldom have to be exchanged. You understand each other.
An intimate relationship between two men that doesn’t involve sex. Possibly.
Francesca Bertolini understands this. When she gave me a copy of her beautiful book, “…sotto il prossimo“, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. The images you see here are a study of this relationship and she likens the quickness of a barber’s hand to the delicate, rapid beating of a butterfly’s wings. Exquisite.
Thomas Demand has a great name. Demand. Perfect. Thomas takes brilliant photographs. Thomas made my heart stop in the middle of Zwemmer’s on the Charing Cross Road on Wednesday. Thomas surprised me. Thomas’ very beautiful new book posed gracefully for me on my bed this morning. Thomas builds paper models based on images he has seen, moments from the past, snapshots from the media. Thomas then photographs these intricate reconstructions – works of art themselves – and shows them in galleries. Thomas is very talented. I bet Thomas is very handsome. Thomas, will you marry me?
This was an oddly beautiful evening. I walked out onto the street from my hotel to be bathed in this strangely hued light. It was dusk. Perhaps it had something to do with low-hanging clouds and refraction but the effect of this “honey colour” vision was eerie. Almost like the moments before a solar eclipse. Everything was still_