Irving Penn is one of my favorite artists and I am sad to hear of his passing. I saw a retrospective of his work at the Chicago Art Institute, probably 10 years ago and was blown away by so many of his photographs. In particular, this image of Miles Davis' hand, in which you can see every line in his palm.
There was also an image from his nude series of the model's vagina, which has stayed with me ever since. My experience up to this point with works of art of women and vaginas done by men made me embarrassed and uncomfortable in their sex and taboo. I could not look at them without being uncomfortable and often felt they didn't have much more purpose than to shock.
Although Penn's image was taken from the same familiar male perspective: directly from between her legs, Penn's image with it's emphasis on light and shadows made it somehow not sexual to me but a thing of beauty to be looked at with awe and wonder and no shame. I could have contemplated it for hours.
It was so lovely and abstract that it didn't hit you immediately what you were looking at it, but once you recognized it, you couldn't help but look closer.
Aw damn. I have adored and been fascinated with Irving Penn's work since I was a girl. I will miss him every month when I turn to Jeffrey Steingarten's monthly article. I loved the photo illustrations he created to accompany the articles. Even years later I can still recall many of those images.
@keldo: I agree, very dreamy. On Mad Men last week there was a sultry summer night, with fans on at the Draper house, and kids chasing fireflies..nicely evocative and this picture reminded me of that a bit.
I saw a show of his photographs of authors -- like Colette and Truman Capote (pictured here!), among dozens of others -- at the Morgan Library a year or two ago; they were great. The kinds of photographs you can stare at for hours.
I wish I had a spanish speaking grandma like her... I got stuck with a crazy ass german speaking one. I'll be reading her blog and pretending she's my grandma.
I think it's really interesting that while a huge part of our culture has lost that sense of honour for the elderly, a blogging granny gets so many letters from young girls who want her advice. I think maybe we know what we are missing, and we want it back, but we just don't know how to get there on our own.
@bluewine: I used to love how snarky my granny was but on mother's day she called my brother fat to his face ("You must be leading quite the lifestyle with all the weight you've put on") and now I'm kinda irritated at her. Snarky is one thing, but that was just mean.
That said, this old lady was rad and I hope she rests in peace. It is not often somebody is able to reach out and touch so many people before they die.
Whatever happened to that nice feature where if you click on someone's avatar picture on their activity page it would open a little box with the av pic showing up larger? Can we have that back? Because I definitely want my palomino horse here to be the pic of me, but you can't see the writing above him, this was a postcard from socorro new mexico where they found the crashed ufo? and the writing is from a motel and the name of the motel on this postcard is, in all caps, WESTWARD HO. Damn I want mine to say that!!!1!!!
I distinctly remember my grandma' best friend telling me that her & her husband were going that weekend to have their "obituary photos" taken. She said she wanted to make sure they were nice ones.
I think most people, at least ones who die in their old age, choose an obit photo ahead of time. I have no problem with wanting my last appearance in a newspaper to be a good one.
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There was also an image from his nude series of the model's vagina, which has stayed with me ever since. My experience up to this point with works of art of women and vaginas done by men made me embarrassed and uncomfortable in their sex and taboo. I could not look at them without being uncomfortable and often felt they didn't have much more purpose than to shock.
Although Penn's image was taken from the same familiar male perspective: directly from between her legs, Penn's image with it's emphasis on light and shadows made it somehow not sexual to me but a thing of beauty to be looked at with awe and wonder and no shame. I could have contemplated it for hours.
It was so lovely and abstract that it didn't hit you immediately what you were looking at it, but once you recognized it, you couldn't help but look closer.
His work was art.
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A lovely appreciation of Penn, Jenna. Thanks.
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And yes, I smoke.
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(I like to pretend I have a smoking room. Where cognac is served.)
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RIP Abuela; you were dearly loved.
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Which is a detriment to us, and should make us feel shame. It makes me wish I'd paid more attention to my grandmothers when they were alive.
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Aw, I love snarky Grandmas! RIP, Maria.
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That said, this old lady was rad and I hope she rests in peace. It is not often somebody is able to reach out and touch so many people before they die.
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The fact that she's from Galicia makes me love her a bit more, since my family is close to that area.
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I think most people, at least ones who die in their old age, choose an obit photo ahead of time. I have no problem with wanting my last appearance in a newspaper to be a good one.
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