Tag Archives: portraiture

Haunted Air

Haunted Air

The photographs in Haunted Air provide an extraordinary glimpse into the traditions of this macabre festival from ages past, and form an important document of photographic history. These are the pictures of the dead: family portraits, mementos of the treasured, now unrecognizable, and others.

David Lynch

Haunted Air

Haunted Air

Haunted Air

Haunted Air

Haunted Air

Haunted Air

Haunted Air

Haunted Air

Haunted Air

Haunted Air

Another through the tumblr wires. In this case, while these are indeed striking images from a historical point of view,* it’s really the portraiture point view which is more interesting to me here. Being a parent has reminded my of how important Halloween costumes are to us when we’re little. These are all family portraits which function as portraits despite, and because of, their uncanniness. The masks don’t hide anything. They never hide anything.

*Before Halloween became dominated by slickly-manufactured costumes and merchandising tie ins.

I don’t have much more to add which isn’t already covered by @kukkurovaca’s writing on Meatyard and hope that this post encourages him to migrate some of those over to this blog.

Robert Kalman. Yaritza Martinez.

20 year portraits

bremser:

Kalman has a remarkable series of portraits taken in Nicaragua circa 1990, starting 20 years later he went back to photograph the same subjects. Scroll back in his Flickr stream to see these diptychs.

Robert Kalman. Juan and Elgin.
Robert Kalman. Juan and Elgin.
Robert Kalman. Yaritza Martinez.
Robert Kalman. Yaritza Martinez.
Robert Kalman. Carmen Fonseca.
Robert Kalman. Carmen Fonseca.
Robert Kalman. Milma & Herberto.
Robert Kalman. Milma & Herberto.
Robert Kalman. Faustino Coronado.
Robert Kalman. Faustino Coronado.

Another series which came over the tumblr wires. This is such a simple, elegant concept. And it’s executed so very well. Click through to read the descriptions on Flickr too. These aren’t just surface treatment, each diptych has a small story about what happened to the sitter during the 20 years between photos.

Chrissy Teigen

Swimsuit fittings

Chrissy Teigen
Chrissy Teigen
Alyssa Miller
Alyssa Miller
Leryn Franco
Leryn Franco
Anne V
Anne V
Nina Agdal
Nina Agdal
Alyssa Miller
Alyssa Miller
Chrissy Teigen
Chrissy Teigen

I was reminded of these by the Bunny Yeager post. For a while now, Sports Illustrated has been sharing polaroids of swimsuit fittings. I’ve found that I like these photos a lot better than the super-slick, super-processed photos which SI actually publishes.

I think I’m reacting less to the lack of polish and more to the more-relaxed attitude in front of the camera. Goofy smiles. Sorta-poses but nothing too serious. Still working their angles but there’s just something more fun about these.

Bunny Yeager

RIP Bunny Yeager

I’m not doing it to titillate anybody’s interests. I want to show off how beautiful my subjects are, whether it’s a cheetah or a live girl or two of them together. That’s more important to me than anything.

—Bunny Yeager, 1929–2014

Bunny Yeager

Bunny Yeager

Bunny Yeager

Bunny Yeager

Bunny Yeager

Bunny Yeager

Bunny Yeager

Yeager always styled her own backdrops, props and costumes—often making objects and bathing suits from materials at hand. Her unique self-portrait techniques certainly foreshadow the work of contemporary artists Cindy Sherman and Yasumasa Morimura, known for their own masquerade-based self-portraiture.

Andy Warhol Museum

Ms. Yeager, who took up her art by accident, was one of the world’s most celebrated photographers of female nudes and near-nudes of the 1950s and ’60s. She is widely credited with helping turn the erotic pinup — long a murky enterprise in every sense of the word — into high photographic art.

Her Obituary in the New York Times

We lost one of the stars of Tumblr on Monday. It’s interesting to read the obits and think about how things have changed—both in the what counts as art and what counts as titillating departments. And how so much of both areas today reference these photos still.

It’s also a worthwhile reminder that so much of art now wasn’t art when it was first produced and how fluid those borders and classifications are. Especially in photography.

It’s easy to dismiss these as kitschy pin-ups. Because they are. But they’re so much more too. There’s self-representation. There’s the blurring of the line between photographer and model. There’s the idea of a safe space for the models to work away from any male gaze. There’s the fact that so much of her work appears to have harnessed a genuine sense of fun. There’s the fact that so much of this look (much of which is non-studio in daylight) is the kind of thing people are still trying to copy today.

Patrick Willocq. Asongwaka Takes Off.

This is my Africa

Malick Sidibé. Fans de Jimmy Hendrix
Malick Sidibé. Fans de Jimmy Hendrix

More than any other continent, Africa’s development has been dictated and perverted by foreign greed, and likewise its image has been defined by the foreign lens. That is the cage of stereotype which the best African photographers have fought to escape for the past 60 years: often rejecting the Western obsession with traditional ceremony and costume, rejecting similarly the associations with violence, poverty and mayhem, sometimes rejecting even the notion of Africa itself—insisting instead on the vast array of identities that have germinated in the continent’s soil.

Peter Popham

Photography invites and facilitates the process of appropriation and re-appropriation of identity, in a continent where post-colonial or post-apartheid identity are major themes for artists. It naturally engages with social and political issues that compel many artists; telling stories that need to be told.

Ed Cross

Mario Macilau. Taking a Shower.
Mario Macilau. Taking a Shower.
Patrick Willocq. Asongwaka Takes Off.
Patrick Willocq. Asongwaka Takes Off.
Jumoke Sanwo. The Silence.
Jumoke Sanwo. The Silence.
Adolphus Opara. Okobaba I.
Adolphus Opara. Okobaba I.
Cyrus Kabiro. Mugabe.
Cyrus Kabiro. Mugabe.
Gideon Mendel. Joseph and Endurance Edem, With Teir Children Godfreedom and Josephine.
Gideon Mendel. Joseph and Endurance Edem, With Their Children Godfreedom and Josephine.
Namsa Leuba. Statuette Sorsone Oumou, Guinee.
Namsa Leuba. Statuette Sorsone Oumou, Guinee.
Karl Ohiri. Patchwork.
Karl Ohiri. Patchwork.

I’m such a sucker for self-representation. Definitely, definitely click through and read about everything on the auction site.

And I don’t have much more to add to this except to quote from something I wrote earlier this year.

As much as the “Africa is a country” thing is an annoying Western ignorant viewpoint, I found that it worked in this case. The commonality of having to deal with resolving cultures after Europe messed with things in the continent makes sense to me. The presentation wasn’t about how all Africa was the same but rather how different African artists dealt with the cultural whiplash of being unleashed from colonialism and set loose in the global economy.

This auction/collection totally fits in with this idea of reappropriating culture in the midst of a post-colonial world. It’s why I fall into the creation side of the “what democratized photography” debate.