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Ok, so, that said, what about Horst P. Horst and his summer beauty shot for Vogue? Have you seen it yet? Are you familiar with Horst P. Horst and Vogue 1939? No? Well you are now…
H. kept this one REAL simple – huh? Blast her with the brightest tungsten ya got and pay no mind to the beat up edge of that box. Inspiring.
Looking back over the past several years of picture making it’s easy to see a pattern of ups and downs in my images, of cools and warms, of dim expressionless faces, formally presented in a mature and careful gray only to be followed by sun-lit periods of young and glowing toothy smiles. My diaries put this emotional see-saw into words – but I find that my pictures are a lot more fun to look at. My God! Could it be…I think it could…I’m only human after all.
Inspiration is a mysterious thing that comes and goes seemingly of it’s own accord. Somehow it magically allows you to work at a higher level. Officially, Inspiration (according to the Greeks – let’s go to source here) descends onto us mere mortals via a direct message (wait, they had twitter? – huh? ) from Apollo or Dionysus (The party God that makes you say, “I’m so drunk and I have the most amazing idea for some art right now”) or via a muse. The muses were sort of like ancient Halstonettes that would appear out of clouds of smoke from invisible smoke machines in order to get your artistic juices flowing. Usually they did this in flowey layered chiffon numbers a la Halston. There were nine of these girls, let’s see, there was Calliope, Terpsichore, then there was…the red headed one, and then blah-badee-blah and the tall one with the nose, and well whoever the rest were they were all totally gorgeous, but the most fabulous and inspiring of all the muses was called Pat Cleveland. That’s it basically it in a nutshell – a little ancient history there for you, kids. But the thing about inspiration is that these days, you never know who is going to let it loose on you. The muse thing is a very equal opportunity type of mystical occupation now-a-days. Example: James. He was trouble, but I have to admit – he really could inspire…
Go for it when it strikes – cause it sure don’t last.
This is Macy’s big parade in 1988 as seen by the master photographer Elliott Erwitt.
The cornucopia or horn of plenty is Thanksgiving’s enduring symbol of abundance. It comes to us today from the very earliest of ancient Greek oral-poetic traditions. This symbol goes back…quite simply it goes all the way back. Read all about it on Wikipedia.
(FACTOID – The iPhone was invented much later.)
“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then, is not an act, but a habit.” – Aristotle
It’s always been about tie-ins and corporate cross marketing. Look for the new GAP balloon this year, a massive “balloon” shaped balloon in tan.
The Holidays are a time for costumes but Pilgrim is out. The kids will be wearing a First Nations, Native American / American Indian look this year. “We’re sorry we stole your world,” is the sentiment behind the feathers and paint. ( “We love your casinos though.” )