Most of us love pictures. I love them. I love still art. Black and whites. Vintage pictures. Moving pictures which is as you know, essentially film. I love weird objects, pictures of trash, odd things. Juxtaposition in photos inspires me.
Like this one. It gets my juices flowing — was this a sandal left behind in happiness as kicked off while riding a bike? Or was it left in conflict or worse, some terror. It’s a 50-50 in the city during these turbulent days. I know it’s weird but I think about it. Probably too much.
Random objects strewn about make me curious and that is how it goes.
I used to like fashion pictures more. That was in my blood. My Mom was the Chair of the English Dept. at my high school and yet we had a guest room with floor to ceiling shelves lined almost solely with Vogue magazines. Odd right?
She was a ‘clothes horse’ as they say. But I think we can love words and literature and fashion, many wouldn’t understand.
However, today I find more beauty in the simple, the ugly and the misplaced. I’ve stopped my W’s and Vogues to explore other visuals and photos. I see history and mystery in random trash and items left behind. I know there is a story in the stillness. I imagine. And try to stop and listen.
Fashion Stories & Dirty Laundry 