I recently watched a documentary on Helmut Newton, made by his wife June. He is such an interesting character, quite quirky, with a definite misogynistic air to his work and beliefs; but at the same time he idolises women. It is an interesting watch and his work is very inspiring. Here are a couple quotes from the doco which really stuck with with me...
Talking about how the American public sees the American female he says, "no nipples, American women have no pussy, they don't smoke, they don't drink they don't do anything."
On fashion: "I still believe that the perfect fashion photograph is the photograph that does not look like a fashion photograph..."
Point Adis
The other week some friends and I took a drive to Point Adis for the day. It was quite unsettling.
We got to the beach and made our way down the cliff to the sand. Once we got to the bottom we could see we had the entire mile or so of the beach to ourselves. It was great. We decided the best place for us to be was right in the middle. Walking along the bottom of a cliff on a deserted beach is a little ominous feeling, as though you are being watched. This was not helped by the rather large dead black bird in our path. We inspected, took a photo and carried on. We hadn't moved ten meters when we came across another bird, we looked at it and then continued, only to come across another bird and another then another. There must have been about twenty or so birds scattered across our half of the beach. All big, all in tact, all dead. Combine this with the high cliffs and silent, empty beach and you have a 'I know what you did last scary movie'. We felt a little uneasy, but the weather was way too good for the day to be spoiled so we sat down, drank beer, ate dip and sun-baked with the decomposing fauna.
We got to the beach and made our way down the cliff to the sand. Once we got to the bottom we could see we had the entire mile or so of the beach to ourselves. It was great. We decided the best place for us to be was right in the middle. Walking along the bottom of a cliff on a deserted beach is a little ominous feeling, as though you are being watched. This was not helped by the rather large dead black bird in our path. We inspected, took a photo and carried on. We hadn't moved ten meters when we came across another bird, we looked at it and then continued, only to come across another bird and another then another. There must have been about twenty or so birds scattered across our half of the beach. All big, all in tact, all dead. Combine this with the high cliffs and silent, empty beach and you have a 'I know what you did last scary movie'. We felt a little uneasy, but the weather was way too good for the day to be spoiled so we sat down, drank beer, ate dip and sun-baked with the decomposing fauna.
Taryn Simon
I've recently started volunteering at the Center of Contemporary Photography in Melbourne. At the moment we have a show of Taryn Simon's work, 'An American Index of the Hidden and Unfamiliar'. It's a great body of work detailing the difference between public and privileged information. I found a great video of her talking about the work.
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