I thought I would share this comment as an admiration of such reading of a single photography.
Irving Penn made this portrait of Jean Cocteau during a 1948 trip to Paris for Vogue. Each thread of Cocteau’s tie, vest, and suit is etched in light and shadow; the patterns and the texture pop out in vivid, tactile detail. The drape of his coat over an extended arm adds drama and balance to the composition. Cocteau is dressed in the sartorial attire of a dandy, which, by all accounts, he was. There is an air of flamboyance about him, until you look at his face. His dead-serious expression registers the fierce intelligence of a keen observer, as if he is taking our measure while deigning to allow us to take his.
Words by Philip Gefter (original article on Irving Penn Photography here), via The Selvedge Yard
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As discussed a few days ago in an earlier post, I recently had a four weeks travel – mostly for holidays – to France. It was a great time to get to know my new friend, the magnificent Canon 135mm f/2L *magic* prime lens.
We had visited two provincial regions: the South East, where I was born and raised – a great opportunity to catch up with my family and friends ; the South West, a mystery for us as we never went there before ; and finally Paris – well Paris remains Paris…
I had missed France. Not France itself, but its culture. How great to go to a real bookstore, with plenty of choice to feed my curiosity about history, art, and obviously photography. How nice to get a flan pâtissier (my favorite!) worthing to hold such name. How interesting it was to look at the French society with a – more and more – external standpoint (I no longer live in France for over 6 years…).
So what I try here, is to share with you some of the impressions I’ve had during the trip there. It is by no means representative of the idea I have of France, only stuff I bumped into during the trip – no montage, no setup. Anyway, before you look at the pictures, two little quotes to meditate about France:
I have tried to lift France out of the mud. But she will return to her errors and vomitings. I cannot prevent the French from being French.
Charles de Gaulle
I like Frenchmen very much, because even when they insult you they do it so nicely.
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