The title of this series is mine. I really love these portraits of people (at least, they are models of course) shot in these moments we do not give a fuck anymore of what we look like since we are lost in our thoughts, often depressive ones, or bathed in perplexity, indecision, sensation that everything is useless and whatever we'll choose to do, it will be wrong. I surely overinterpret these images but they are what they make me imagine. I never really saw previously pictures that were so efficient for providing such a clear and moving semantic (and I saw a lot in the late 3 years). And that would only be for this, Alec Dawson, an American Sydney-living photographer, should be respected and admired for. A site here, and another there.
I don't know anything about this photographer except what I read here but after all it's not such a big deal to know anything about someone who took pictures you like. Not that these rather fashion-like images are in anything novative or revolutionaries, but there's a vitality in them, a way to show naughty things in a way they seem enjoyable, that deserves to be saluted as a welcome visual salvation in the dull bigotery context we live in. A site here.
Palestinian children are dying under Israël's government bombs (I don't make any confusion between Israël right wing politicians who drive the country by now and Israël people, and still less with jews of course). It seemed to me obvious to post Gottfried Helnwein work since he's surely one of those who provided the strongest and most enduring iconography about war and violence-induced children suffering. He's one of the greatest artists of the last 30 years. His site here. The title of this series is the actual one (dedicated of Goya of course). It's much longer than this post. You can see the whole of it here. I mixed it with some pictures from The murmurs of the innocents.
Here I am again. After an awful week spent (and lost) preparing an oral public presentation for my other life activity. Never again, that's what I always say, and I do it again some months later. Silly me. Back with a fine series of pictures from Italian photographer Alessandro Ragazzon with the "plus size" (but do we have to give categories to bodies and people who have them, not sure) Assilem Ozzehg. There have been quite a lot of pictures of curvy, fat, BBW, whatever you call it, models, and these do not revolution the genre, but they are among the best I ever saw because of the energy they release and provide to the watcher. It's a perfect way to come back here. The photographer page here and the model one there. These pictures were part of an exhibition (unfortunately finished) there.
Let's be a little less serious than recently with this series on "(diamond) dogs are the girls' best friends". From friendship to tenderness and even sexual attraction, everything here for many men to say their existence is worst than a dog's life. Cos' dogs can shit on the pavement, smell other dogs' arses and eat dirty in a bowl without losing the love and affection of their mistress. We don't. Can you?
To watch this series with an appropriate background, let's listen to JFG and Winter of Love below (no, not the Stooges, too easy). His bandcamp link here. Go, there's plenty gems to buy.
De violence et d'intimidation - Violence and intimidation - Masked nude portraits against the Bill C-309
For months and months now Canadian people (at least some of them) are fighting against the Canadian politicians, first against the increased fare to pay for studying and then against a law that should be voted soon and called Bill C-309. This bill stipulates (here) what's following "This Act may be cited as the Preventing Persons from Concealing Their Identity during Riots and Unlawful Assemblies Act. Every person who commits an offence under subsection (1) while wearing a mask or other disguise to conceal their identity without lawful excuse is guilty of an indictable offence and liable to imprisonment for a term not exceeding five years". It seems the modern power has a real problem with covered faces. They put cameras and police spies everywhere so what is the fuck if we dissimulate our face. Why do we resist to this Abel's eye? Like Cain, we surely did something wrong after all. In France, integrist islamist women are not allowed to wear the burqa, but japanese tourists are free to wear masks against a virtual pollution. Strange, why is it possible for tourists to cover their face and not to people living in France? In Canada, it will thus be impossible to wear anything on the face without having to "face" prison. From here, Canada seemed a land of tolerance and freedom (cos' France sadly is not so much one), it seems we are wrong. This fight is important and these portraits (no name of photographer) are a visually strong and political efficient way to do this battle. The site here.