Helmut Newton, Monte Carlo, 1994
Helmut Newton, Monte Carlo, 1994
Family resemblances are uncanny things. It’s magical seeing a friend’s nose or gestural tic mirrored in their mother or sister. My mother and I always laugh about this, because while, taken feature by feature, we bear absolutely NO resemblance to each other, people always insist that there’s no doubt that we are related. Apparently, we give the same sort of impression? Yeah. Doesn’t make sense to me either.
Anyway, me me me aside, photographer Frauke Theilking has taken this idea and exploded it, finding mother-daughter and father-son pairs and photographing them stripped of any encumbrances in the form of garments or the like. The results are fascinating, highlighting the strange echoes and gaps that you find between the generations.
I don’t know about you, but early January always has me heading straight for the astrology sites to read page after breathless page about the Year Ahead. I try to be a skeptic the rest of the time, but the new year is a good time to be credulous no? And they’re saying some utterly fantastic things about Sagittarius in 2012, so I’m all for anything that says good things will happen.
In that vein, I was utterly delighted to come across Ekaterina Koroleva’s Zodiac Signs paintings on Behance. I like the things being done with watercolours these days, and here we have another fine example.
Sagittarius is my personal favourite, because it’s badass and backs are sexy. Then again, I’m biased. See the rest of the signs here.
I’m floored by the beauty of these time-lapse photographs of golden butterflies in Japan. Their neon trails against the backgrounds creates images that look almost as if they were done with brushstrokes. I’m so inspired.
It looks dizzying and psychedelic. I love it.
Also, happy New Year’s, everyone! I’ve decided to stop being a bad blogger this year. What are your thoughts on 2012?
Debra Baxter‘s phenomenal Crystal Brass Knuckles did the rounds of the blogs a while back, but I find myself mentally revisiting them from time to time when I look for the perfect combination of tough metal and crystal. Doesn’t hurt that they’re named “(I am going to realign your chakras motherf*****)”. It’s a crazy piece, but oddly wearable. Then again I’m notoriously magpie-esque when it comes to ridiculously large rings, so maybe don’t listen to me.
Gorgeous though her ring is, though, I also fell for some of her other pieces while perusing her website. I love her mix of materials and softnesses. I would personally kill to have the abiliity to manipulate sthones in this way. The results are beautiful, thoughtful, and a bit disconcerting.
Join (it will stop screaming if you let go of it), 2010.
Untitled (open/end), 2009
Untitled (You Light Up My Life), 2010
False Hope, 2009
Like Your Life Depends On It, 2010
Untitled (speed bag), 2007
Brass Knuckles/Tongue (Hurts so good), 2007
Dust Mask (Catching My Breath), 2009
I bought the picture above at some holiday fair as a Christmas present for my stepfather. He likes the sea, art and pretty girls, so I figured it would be a good match. The picture was duly wrapped, presented, appreciated. Pretty girls + the sun were a win yet again. Done.
For some reason, though, I held on to the photographer’s business card, and kept on returning to his site to look at the shots. There’s something about the dreamy quality of these weathered Polaroids that brings up instant thoughts of half-destroyed vintage magazines and slow-motion summer afternoons. On his website, the shots are described as photographer Matt Schwartz’ “version of the pin-up girl,” and I can’t agree more. Their lazy sensuality is wonderfully captured on film in a sort of Endless Summer. I’d give anything to know the story behind all these shots.
Chip Willis’ photographs make me think of dreamy stills from some dark, subtitled movie about despair and explorations of one’s Self through mindless wanderings and moody anonymous sex. Otherwise known as the entire cinematic output of any given European country between 1950 and the present, discounting a couple comedies about soccer. Or the complete contents of my DVD collection when I was 18 and pretentious. Still, I love films like that, and I’d love to see one that contained the images below– I’m thinking something along the lines of L’Avventura?
See more of his pictures on his website and his blog (VERY NSFW… I made the mistake of looking at it to get these pictures, and had to keep on frantically scrolling down, looking over my shoulder in case the office manager walked by. Eek. )