Erwin Olaf

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Today I made an amazing discovery in the form of photographer, Erwin Olaf. Each of his photographs are aesthetically completely beautiful yet at the same time capture a really raw form of human emotion tangible to the viewer. I feel like the photographs show a massive contrast in their perfect, spotless, ultimately posed setup verses how they seemingly to steal moments where it feels like nobody is looking. Olaf captures expression that is not shown in the presence of others, in other words something entirely not posed. I think this is probably the reason behind why I find his photographs so intriguing and slightly eerie.  My favourites from his portfolio are probably Keyhole, Hope, and Grief. Here are some of my highlights.

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Burberry Prorsum – Honey Honey!

If you had told me that the Burberry Prorsum collection would feature leopard print and love hearts I would have asked you if it had been designed by a 13 year old girl, HOWEVER looking through collection myself I have fallen in love. I think the first thing that hit me was the colour palette of the collection, a yummy honey and gorgeous maroon or ox blood (rather to be happy to see that back again because ‘ox blood’ is half my bloody wardrobe.) Then when you look at each look individually you notice the little things, be it leopard spots or tiny love hearts. My favourite examples of this would be the in the skirt below which reminds me of those lovely photographs with a heart shaped lens filter. The other instance of that which I love would be the fur trench, which embraces both of the key patterns in the collection as at first glance it looks like a leopard print but the spots are in fact love hearts.

I also like the way Christopher Bailey plays with texture, fur, glossy, metallic, woollen all being mixed and matched in different ways without compromising the classic feminine shapes of the trenches or pencil skirts. This collection shows the wild side of the Burberry heritage and I think it’s great. Welcome to the jungle everybody.






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In the summer I went to the ‘Who shot rock and roll’ exhibition in LA, an exhibition that is currently still traveling round the world. As the title may suggest, it featured a veritable feast of ‘rock photography’ shot by the very best and featuring the very best. I feel that this particular type of photography is magic. The photographs of the live shows in particular  capture magic that is over in less than a second, and it that cannot be recaptured or remade. The portraits where amazing in a different way. They offered in insight into the lives of artists that we idolise, personal moments which expose vulnerabilities that most people wouldn’t normally be able to see but are able to now because of the close relationship between the photographer and the artist. Anyway, the exhibition was amazing and really made me interested in photography by artist such as Andy Earl who did a lot of amazing portraits of Johnny Cash.

Johnny Cash shot by Andy Earl

Johnny Cash shot by Andy Earl

I also loved the photography by Bob Gruen, who is responsible for so many iconic photographs of some of the worlds biggest musicians in the world such as John Lennon’s  roof top portrait in New York city. Here are a few of my favourites of his:

I love this photo because it almost seems bizarre to see three iconic characters (John Lennon, Yoko, and Mick Jagger) just sitting together and having a jam, most importantly none of them seem altogether conscious of the fact that their photo is being taken. I chose the photo below because I love the way movement has been captured. Elton John’s legs look a little blurry so the photo doesn’t look artificial, and to be honest… who wouldn’t want to see a picture of Elton John fly?

Here are two of my favourites of Bob Dylan taken by Barry Feinstein, I really like the emphasis the photos put on the artist being solitary or possibly lonely as an effect of stardom. I particularly like the juxtaposition between the crazed fans outside the limousine and the calm, completely unfazed Dylan inside the car.

 To finish, here are a few more of my favourites from the exhibition.