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image description: a black and white photograph of a thin pale skinned topless woman. she has her arms folded across her chest, just beneath her breasts. her hair has just been cut into a chin-length bob with bangs, and the trimmings of her hair are scattered across her cheeks, upper lip, and breasts. she is looking to away from the camera, with her eyes cast slightly downward. she has dark eyeshadow on her eyelids. her face is relatively expressionless, if not a bit sad.
hotparade:

Helmut Newton - Arielle after a haircut, Paris 1982

image description: a black and white photograph of a thin pale skinned topless woman. she has her arms folded across her chest, just beneath her breasts. her hair has just been cut into a chin-length bob with bangs, and the trimmings of her hair are scattered across her cheeks, upper lip, and breasts. she is looking to away from the camera, with her eyes cast slightly downward. she has dark eyeshadow on her eyelids. her face is relatively expressionless, if not a bit sad.

hotparade:

Helmut Newton - Arielle after a haircut, Paris 1982

fuckyeahfemmes:

Actually this photo is not Helmut Newton but ALICE SPRINGS / aka. JUNE NEWTON, Helmut Newton’s wife! I saw an amazing exposition of her portraits in Berlin this summer. 

You can learn about her and see her work in this book:


a pet peeve of mine is how many of alice/june’s shots get miscredited as helmut’s!

fuckyeahfemmes:

Actually this photo is not Helmut Newton but ALICE SPRINGS / aka. JUNE NEWTON, Helmut Newton’s wife! I saw an amazing exposition of her portraits in Berlin this summer.


You can learn about her and see her work in this book:


a pet peeve of mine is how many of alice/june’s shots get miscredited as helmut’s!

helmut newton

findesiecle:

Here, first, we must take a moment to discuss how much I appreciated the current lady photographers exhibit at MOMA, which I had the pleasure of attending the opening party for with the ever-lovely Caitlin Mae Burke and other wondrous folks a few weekends ago (what’s with me taking forever to blog?), which despite the somewhat lackluster performance by the Raincoats and some mishaps involving an unfortunately early termination of the free libations, was INDEED still a lovely evening. And thus we must nod our heads solemnly at the ever-excellent canon of Total Fucking Geniuses With Both Ladyparts And Cameras, including but not limited to Dorothea Lange, Imogen Cunningham, Lisette Model, Helen Levitt, Diane Arbus and Cindy Sherman who I roll my eyes at more than I ought to but like OVERKILL PEOPLE PLEASE, Nan Goldin who I eternalove always and forever (cliche 4 lyfe) and more recently, Rineke Dijkstra and Alex Prager, both of whom you should probs be aware if you are not already.

But after that, on to the rest: I’ll admit it, I get crap for the fact that I adore Helmut Newton like it’s my goddamn job. Meagan at Latterstyle’s posted about this recently too - it’s an easy obsession to feel conflicted about.  And so I’ll neurotically and wordily disclaim it first at totally unecessary great length, LIKE I DO FOR EVERYTHING ELSE I LIKE THAT IS POTENTIALLY EVEN THE TINIEST BIT CONTESTABLE.  “How can you like his work? He’s a misogynist,” people say, “a pervert.  He was like Terry Richardson before Terry was Terry. It’s not as if fetishizing athletically-built overconfident sneering adult women in bondage is any less degrading than fetishizing underfed dead-eyed sixteen year olds with terrified grimaces on their beestung parted lips.  For fuck’s sake, Time magazine condemned him as an antifeminist pervert in 19-effing-77.  Have you read his biography? He was a self-obsessed prick who looked at women as if they were plants. Also, seriously, what are you, a freshman year photography student?”  YES, OKAY. I KNOW. YES. I AGREE. YES. However:


Arguably, Newton’s most obvious photographs are, of course, the two shots of YSL’s 1975 “Le Smoking” suit, which arguably both defined YSL’s look and image, set a hell of a lot of probably debatable (but aesthetically pleasing?) precedents involving menswear-for-women/’androgyny’/holy-shit-lesbos in fashion photography, and spawned countless homage, imitations, and references over the next three decades.  Tthe images status as iconic are indisputable (though obviously establishing an image’s artistic value or status as iconic does not, of course, grant it any moral superiority, and, really, I’m the last person to want to get into that argument.) But those YSL ads and his image of a woman contemplating a man in St Tropez (see below, also oft-imitated) are visual “household names,” among the cultural currency we encounter on postcards, textbooks, dorm room walls, and teenager’s livejournals, often unaware of their origins but always remarking that we’ve “seen that before.”  This stuff is obvious, and it is obvious for a reason, and I am never tired of it. I’ve been disclaiming it for two paragraphs but, seriously kids. Paper my fucking walls in Helmut Newton. I WILL LOVE IT.


Beyond the iconic, though: 

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