Posts Tagged ‘people’

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The Generation Game

January 7, 2012

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.

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Slouching Towards Bethlehem

October 8, 2011

I saw this portrait of Joan Didion by Annie Leibovitz on the Vanity Fair website and instantly fell in love. It’s truly remarkable how this image manages to conjure up the same emotions that I’ve always felt when reading her work, a mixture of dreaminess and serenity, interwoven with a strong, unshakeable sense of dread. I first saw it a few hours ago, and it’s stuck with me, her strange, alien gaze creeping into the back of my mind at the oddest of moments. I don’t think I could expect anything less of her.

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Thomas Doyle’s Small Worlds

September 8, 2009

Let me tell you, when I was in elementary school, I could make a mean diorama. If there was a background to be coloured-pencilled in to the back of a shoebox, I was there. Historical re-enactments, scientific processes, even story arcs in our literature classes. Everything that could be reduced to figurine size was. My dioramas were works of sheer majesty.

Despite my stellar background in this arena, when I look at Thomas Doyle‘s works, I get a creeping feeling in the back of my head that, however miraculously, he just might have surpassedme. I know, it is hard to think that anything could best the praise-garnering “T-Rex vs. Allosaur,” but his mastery with little figures leaves my use of plastic dinosaur toys seeming, at best, a tad juvenile.

I’m only going to show you a few images from his series, but I strongly urge you to go to his site and poke through the rest. They’re enchanting peeks into ant-sized worlds, fraught with tension and chock full of impending doom. If you love small things as much as I do, you’re a shoo-in. The small size of the figures make you feel as though you’re getting a privileged view into intensely private situations. It’s simultaneously voyeuristic and extremely intimate. If you’re not as instantly drawn to the “ooh! Tiny!” factor, give them a shot anyway. They’re quite poignant looks at life and deeds and memory, rendered all the more tragic by their scale.

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La casa dov’e’?

July 8, 2009

I’m a bit biased in favour of these pictures, because they were all taken in the bustling metropolis of Turin, Italy, from whence I hail. Isn’t a particularly exciting city, but clearly it is home to unexpected beauties.

See for yourselves:

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Man, am I ever homesick. Isn’t that last little old lady a strong contender for the title of cutest thing on earth? In the summertime, when all the Bright Young Things desert the city for the beach, the old people come out and take over the city. The men wear black knee socks pulled up over their knobby old legs and dark Bermuda shorts, and the little old ladies wear beautiful flowered housedresses and clogs. They sit in the piazzas and gossip, or slowly hobble through the narrow, narrow streets. It’s one of my favourite sight of the year.

All photos come from Konrad’s flicker photostream. I highly urge further perusal. He has so many wonderful shots that I had to restrain myself to the Turin pictures simply to avoid having a hundred-item post!

And, in fine, I would prove myself a slatternly blogmistress were I not to provide readers with a cheesy Italian rap song about home to finish this post off:

Jovanotti – Questa รจ la mia casa

(I actually do Jovanotti a great disservice by referring to him as cheesy. He’s awesome. I saw him perform here in New York this March and danced my butt off, in a room full of ecstatic Italians. I highly urge you to check out more of his music, if you can deal with furrin languages.)

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Good night.

May 18, 2009

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Sad pictures, but beautiful. Tragically, these are fairly universal images. The missing limbs are in my head irrevocably bound up with mental images of walks along the street in southeast Asia, until I find myself walking somewhere downtown and stumbling across a scene identical to one of these. Heartwrenching.

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