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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

ROBERT MAPPLETHORPE - SWEET AND SOUR







LEAN ON ME
WARHOL 1983
Robert Mapplethorpe
"Don't pay any attention to what anyone writes about you ... just measure it in inches"

WILLIAM BURROUGHS 1980
Robert Mapplethorpe

IGGY POP 1980
Robert Mapplethorpe

DEBORAH HARRY 1982
Robert Mapplethorpe

PATTI SMITH, SAN FRANCISCO 1979
Robert Mapplethorpe

PATTI SMITH 1978
Robert Mapplethorpe


MARIANNE FAITHFUL 1976
Robert Mapplethorpe


DESIGNER CAROLINA HERRERA 1979
Robert Mapplethorpe

MAYBELLE 1982
Robert Mapplethorpe

SOMEWHAT TWISTED
GEORGE BUSSEY 1979
Robert Mapplethorpe

ROBERT SHERMAN 1979
Robert Mapplethorpe

CYNDY SHERMAN 1983
Robert Mapplethorpe

ORCHID AND PALMETTO LEAF 1982
Robert Mapplethorpe

ELIOTT AND DOMINIC 1979
Robert Mapplethorpe

ALAN LYNES 1979
Robert Mapplethorpe

EVIA 1979
Robert Mapplethorpe

BABY'S BREATH 1978
Robert Mapplethorpe

DERRICK CROSS 1983
Robert Mapplethorpe

FASHION STUDIES IN BLACK AND WHITE
Robert Mapplethorpe
Styling: Kate Harrington

Carolina Herrera

Calvin Klein

Bill Blass

ANNE KLEIN
Tara Shannon - Thomas Williams
Fashion Studies in Black and White
Robert Mapplethorpe
Styling: Kate Harrington


BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BOY


Andy Warhol's Interview March 1987
Institute of Contemporary Arts Robert Mapplethorpe 1970-1983
Robert Mapplethorpe Galerie Jurka 1979


Robert Mapplethorpe
1946-1989
Once a Great Beauty


Wednesday, August 17, 2011

MUNKACSI BY RICHARD AVEDON

Miss Elizabeth Arden,September 1939
Martin Munkacsi
Harper's Bazaar June 1964





"In 1934 my father lost a business he’d spent a lifetime achieving, and in his middle-years tried to sell life insurance that no one could afford to buy.  We moved from a long stucco house and six trees in Cedarhurst, Long Island, to a three-room apartment on Ninety-Eighth Street in New York, a corner of which was called The Dining Alcove. It was there the family ate in silence; it was also my windowless bedroom. I was eleven years old. The walls beside my bed and the ceiling above were my domain, and I covered them with my chosen view: a gleaning of five years’ Christmas tuberculosis seals, three-hundred Dixie Cup tops, and the photographs of Martin Munkacsi."


December 1934

"I cared nothing about photography and less about fashion, but the potentialities beyond Ninety-Eighth Street filled my waking dreams, and because my family subscribed to Harper’s Bazaar, it became my window and Munkacsi’s photographs my view."


December 1933

"One Sunday evening my father and I deep in what my father called our “man to man” arrived at Fifty-Ninth Street stopping to watch a photographer pose a model.  He asked her to lean against a tree, and in that dusk, whispered to her, changing the arch of her throat, the turn of her hand, whispering until her eyes lifted, until he was satisfied, and they left.   I stared at the view for a long time, not at all understanding why he had chosen a peeling tree when the park the fountain, the plaza were so dazzling around him."

Katherine, Marion and Peg Hepburn, August 1939

"Ten years later, in Paris, I saw for the first time the great flaking trees of the Champs Elysees; I understood then that he had found the only Proustian bark in New York, and he had photographed it. I knew by that time that the strong, witty, sensitive and anxious face on Fifty-Ninth Street ten years before was Munkacsi’s."


Miss Marlene Dietrich, September 1936


"It was my first lesson in photography, and there were many lessons after, all learned from Munkacsi, though I never met him.

The art of Munkacsi lay in what he wanted life to be, and he wanted it to be splendid. And it was."