Michelle

A few days ago I spent some time with my friend Colin who had been away at University. He had planned a shoot with his friend Michelle and he graciously let me use his camera to shoot a bit. I rarely get to shoot models so this made my night.

Madonna by Paolo Roversi, Absolution (film), Meryl Streep and Goldie Hawn in "Death becomes her", Paolo Roversi for Vogue Nippon, Class 2006 by Roversi, Georgia May Jagger, Amber Valletta by Paolo Roversi.

Roversi and pastel kick. Life is love.

Givenchy: Fall 2011 Couture. 

I wonder what an angelic being would wear. What clothing would circumvent naturalized population and make it's way to some spectral being. Even in the lightness of this Collection Riccardo Tisci still manages to find some sense of religious darkness. Perhaps it's only something I see. But I imagine the separation of life of some supernatural being. A funeral meant for something beyond our world. It's emotion really. A garment with touch placed upon it. Knowing a human touched that garment for hours, there is really something remarkable to it. Even in the vivid white, and oblong pastels I fell some sense of power. It's a subtle submergence of grandeur. Nothing literal. It wasn't a show, it was a collection of moments, each one with more presence and power than the last. 

Harvey Stevens in "The Omen", Miko Hughes in Pet Cemetary, Children of the Corn;Village of the Damned, Kyra Schon in "Night of the living dead", Massive sculpture by Ron Mueck.

I have always had a slight distaste for children. Even as a child I felt distant from many of them. Growing up I funneled this awkwardness through my prism of good humour and sarcasm. Because if there is anything Sex and the city taught me, is that if you keep people laughing they're less likely to judge your detraction from the social norm. Horror films rarely frighten me, but when a child is involved it always leaves me a bit irked. Any depiction of a child in a demonic sense is both ironic and literal to me. Children which are meant to be "god's gift" represented as demonic creatures. I think the film makers perhaps are funneling their own angst towards being a parent, or the experience they've had with little ones. For anyone will tell you children are frightening. They get away with ritual slaughter if they bat their eyelashes a certain way. It's all in good fun though. The effect produces an interesting thought. Seeing the innocent as a demonic force, or the culprit.

The time I had poison ivy. From my flickr. I still have hyper pigmentation from it.

Clockwise from left. "Nun in gas mask", unknown source. "The devils" Film(1971). "Field of crosses". unknown source. Hanne Gaby Odiele backstage at Rick Ownes s/s 2011.

I have always loved religious iconography, especially when it deals with Catholicism. I do find though it's becoming a large trend. Thirteen year olds carrying crosses to appear "edgy". All the while screaming about atheism, and drug use. God and prayer are foreign notions to me really. But the images themselves are really inspiring. 

I feel like watching The exorcist now. 

Lindsey Hoover by Chadwick Tyler.

I like the way Chadwick Tyler views woman. I had a friend that stated the way he presented women was a mirror to the abuse, and strife they experience by gender roles and confinement. It's something different to me though. It's a human in their raw state. It's emotion. I wonder if one day I'll be as brilliant as him.

I have used tumblr as a blogging site for quite some time. I decided that today of all days to make roots on blogspot. The url says "blogger", but I find that to be a rather odd name. It's a personal noun, an action really. It's what we are. Perhaps not what the site is. I enjoy everything about this site as of late. Mainly the fact it's a site about writing thoughts, and sharing images. A lot less primitive than the fame-whore mannerisms tumblr tends to produce. Oh well. I doubt I'll keep this blog up, I rarely maintain side projects.