Julianne Moore as “Famous Works of Art” by Peter Linderbergh - for Harper’s Bazaar
Seated Woman With Bent Knee by Egon Schiele, La Grande Odalisque by Ingres, Saint Praxidis by Vermeer, The Cripple by John Currin, Les danseuses by Edgar Degas, Madame X by John Singer, Girl with a Pearl Earring by Vermeer, Woman With a Fan by Modigliani, Man Crazy Nurse #3 by Richard Prince, Adele Bloch Bauer I by Gustav Klimt.
When I was younger I was taken to mass every Sunday. My local parish was St Benedicts, Drumchapel. I never enjoyed going to mass but I did enjoy the amazing building that it took place in with it’s curved roof. Unfortunately they knocked this building down in the early 90’s. I’m glad someone took photos of it.
“a silent perusal of the grand canyon, morning to night, from a single, fixed camera position, by means of constant dissolves spaced a few seconds apart. man — entirely absent — is no longer the center of the universe; the canyon exists outside of him. despite the invisible photographer and his technologically-caused dissolves, this is a creditable approximation of the true foreign-ness of nature.” — amos vogel, film as a subversive art (1974)
Here’s a photo my good friend Cary Norton took of me a few years ago when I grow a beard with lots of strangers and then met up with a chunk of them in Nashville for a pissup.
“In 2007 & 2009 I grew a beard and documented it on the internet with hundreds of other people. It was a four-month endeavor during which we were not to shave/trim our facial hair, and post a minimum of one photo of oursleves per week (though, one per day was, you know, encouraged). It’s a very difficult phenomenon to explain. To try to understand it slightly more, you could visit theWhiskerino website.
At the end of the 2009 Whiskerino, there was a party in Nashville, and I decided to shoot up all the rest of my Polaroid 4x5 film (and some sheet film) making portraits of as many of my fellow beard-growers as I could. I ended up shooting around 100 portraits in a couple of hours. Here are most of those, in no particular order (and basically not edited—pardon the dust and Newton rings).”