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Valentin Podpomogov

I’ve met Valya when I was around 10 years old, I remember him very well, he’s an amazing painter from Armenia.
Here’s the story about Valentin Podpomogov, the story I read from his site, very inspiring and interesting.
Valentin Podpomogov is not an immigrant. Most likely, he will never be. It’s his pictures that are migrating to America: in Los Angeles alone there are already more than a dozen of them.
He lives where he was born – Yerevan, the city where he was born. His second name reveals that his father was Ukrainian – it’s his mother who was Armenian — he considers himself to be a refined Armenian. People in Yerevan say about him: “Valushka? He’s the salt of Armenia”, or “those who don’t know Podpomogov, don’t know Armenia”. Yes, he is an Armenian artist; every cell in his body has absorbed the country’s essence, its culture, pride and pain. But let’s look at his story from the beginning.

Valentin was born long ago. In 1924. He grew up something of an idler, a loafer who was reluctant to study. He even boasts of how he was kept back in fourth grade for an extra year, before, to his relief, he was expelled. Since then he never misses a chance of telling people that he has a fourth grade education. And as regards to literacy “our Valushka” is the second Pirosmanishvili (but only not regarding the style of painting — he is not a primitive, but even as some people assert, which by the way I do not agree with, he is the Armenian Rembrandt). But a fourth grade education never stopped him from becoming the art director of the Yerevan city soviet.
Yet painting was not his first love: His biggest artistic passion always was cinema (though even that came second after drinking and carousing, at which he was an unsurpassed master). For almost all his life Valya worked in the ”Armenfilm” film studio as art director, creating a series of beautifully designed films. It was in this field that we met, when, just after graduating from the Art-Theatrical institute, I was made his assistant. The world of cinema seemed like a fairy tale for me – made more unreal by the fact that I was working with Podpomogov. I was very proud that my teacher at the institute was the venerable sculptor Ara Sarkissian, whose monumental statues embellish the squares of Yerevan. But the training that I got with Podpomogov gave me more than all the five years at the institute. He was a heaven-sent artist, who never needed to study the teaching of anyone. You should have seen him sketching plans for film sets!

After getting his fee two months before filming began, he would immediately go on a spree. A week would pass…then another …a month – and Valya, as he would say himself – won’t “dry up”. It could seem to the people around him that he was merely carousing. But somewhere, under his skull there was serious work going on – the idea of the appearance of a future film was being born, thought over and finally polished. And finally, a week, sometimes even a day before the due time Valya would sit in front of the plane-table. And the compositions would-flow on the paper from under his hand, appearing in such detail, that these would seem to be a photograph. He seemed to be a genius at these moments, a conduit of the heavenly powers. He was working like that 20 years ago, and he lives and works the same way now. And, by the way, he believes in parallel worlds, higher state of consciousness, the supernatural, in the way that only “connected” ones can believe – the geniuses and big talents. Podpomogov was a friend to the whole of Yerevan. People of different professions, ages, and views would come to him. Beside him, they would feel themselves to be in a different dimension. And if he was in the right mood they would laugh till they were exhausted.
Valya, a man of weak constitution, almost feeble – “elegant-compact”, was bald from youth. But he never had any complex about it; on the contrary, he always played up his appearance. He permanently had a beret or a cap hiding his bald head, but he never misses a chance to demonstrate it with pride. And when for example he puts an old, crumpled hat and pulls it down over his eyes, and wears four gloves on his hands and feet and starts to jump over the room and screech pretending to be a scared monkey, everyone will be laughing like a drain.
Valya was always sick of preciosity and stiffness, he would always think of a trick or a joke to shock people. And his tricks were endless. It’s not accidentally that his close friend for years was “the great joker” Henri Hovhanessian, the director of the comedy film “Three plus Two”. Valya has congenital heart disease. “No disease can kill me” – he says –“I am preserved in alcohol”.
Another time an emergency was called for him, and the doctor asked worriedly “Patient, what do you feel?”(and Valya’s heart is pounding wildly, with intermission). And the “patient”, pretending to be a drummer started to beat on the table with his hands a discordant tattoo, demonstrating his heart rhythm. Or, another time, when he was writhing in pain on the floor with renal colic, he gave the doctor a tricky question “Doctor, is this cancer?”
“No, my dear, it’s only stones,” comforted the doctor.
“Stones?”, -asked Valya, comically, cunningly squinting his eyes. “And what’s under the stones?”
Whenever he was put in hospital it became a party for the whole staff. Once, hospitalized over Easter, he decorated amazingly beautiful eggs for all of them, and a poster appeared over the doors – painted with typographical perfection — with the following text: “Soviet Union patients are the healthiest patients in the world!”
For two third of his life, Valya did everything but paint. Cinema, cartoons, layout and design work. He was also an unsurpassed master of decorative design. And taking into consideration, that he created everything at the last moment before the deadline, you can imagine how nervous and angry the leadership of the republic became trying to catch him before the May and November holidays. His endless fantasy and creativity had no boundaries.

The best grave monuments in Yerevan cemetery are either personally made by Valya or based on his sketches. There is so much elegance, taste and mastery in everything that the hand of this seemingly unserious joker-idler has touched. Everything is made with his hands both in his house and studio. A fireplace with an embossed bas-relief of Prometheus, a bar decorated with theatrical masks and a huge lobster in the center; stair-patterned balusters. Style? Fin-de-seicle eclecticism with a hint of Middle Ages. Real ancient weapons on the walls. Until Valya got a studio – and he didn’t have one for quite a longtime – his flat served as one. His wife and two children had to huddle in the corners of the flat, and the center of the living room was constantly occupied by the workbench. The floors were covered with sawdust, spots of paint and glue. Folks tolerated everything without a sound, I would say devoutly. It seemed that something unspoken was floating in the air: Everything is permissible to Valya – he is a genius.
And when he finally got a studio – a damp basement without windows or doors, but with rats — and started to turn it into a masterpiece, he absolutely forgot that he had a home and a family. He lived and worked there. And his folks would come and visit him there. Though he would come home on family occasions…with a bunch of friends in tow. For many years we were persuading him to start painting seriously. But he would refuse. But finally we managed to persuade him. He had lived a full half century by then. (He went even better than Van Gogh, who started to paint when he was already quite mature, but never even lived to Valya’s fifties). He painted an amazingly expressive sad monkey, and called it “Nostalgia”. His-monkey astounded the whole of Yerevan. Since then, Valya has done nothing but paint. Though he doesn’t paint as much as we’d like, and that’s not because he’s working hard and thoroughly on each painting. On the contrary, he does everything very quickly, everything comes easily to him (and even if he has difficulties, nobody knows about them). The reason is that his drinking and socializing still comes first. His principle is: friendship – is a round the clock notion. And the doors of his studio are never closed – despite his huge, black, satanic looking dog. Valya adores dogs. Many years ago he had two boxer dogs. And when one of them was run over, the best doctors of the city, the best surgeons, all of them his close friends, carried out the surgery on his dog at his apartment, on his dining table. Valya is rich in friends, who are attracted to him by his great charm. Today, in his studio, you can meet filmmakers and composers, doctors and artists, scientists and young actors and actresses… Now they all respectfully style Valya “the maestro”, but speak to him the same friendly way. And, knowing Valya’s temper, this old fashioned and high-flown word brings smile to peoples’ faces.
Valya has dug more space under his studio and built there a medieval “bar of horrors” for friends, complete with glowing skulls and scary masks, among which is one made by me – the mask of Yama – the Indian god of death. Oh, the talent of Valya Podpomogov! It’s usually vain to try to tell about paintings with words. They must be not just “looked at”, but seen and understood and lived. But Podpomogov’s paintings are somewhat different. His paintings can be “told” like Shakespeare’s plays. All the paintings that I will tell you about (and those which I won’t manage to tell about as well) were born before my eyes. He would come to my studio to share with an idea, start making sketches, always emotional and inspired. Then he would disappear for some time and then appear again – this time to call me to see his idea, finally realized in oils.
He paints in the style of the “old masters”. Color is secondary for him: his palette is mainly silver-gray. The most important thing is the idea. And everything is subjected to the idea – the line, the shape, the style. His paintings are entire philosophical treatises, I would say mystical, full of inner strength and drama.
Here for example on the big canvas we see a most monumental work of human hands – conglomeration of nations and cultures, a conical tower, with temples and pyramids of Egypt at the foot ….higher are Armenian Christian temples and a lovingly detailed image of Zvartnots on a cloud… The tower ends with crystals of modern skyscrapers, stretching to the sky. Above the tower, like a crown of thorns, is an atomic mushroom cloud, which has killed all the creators of this grand monument, built over many millennia. Swarms of rats (which are not afraid of radiation) are rushing to the deserted buildings. Mea Culpa.
Here are two mighty iron oxen dragging a plough, trying to turn bare rock – this is the symbol of Armenia, tilled with hard work. “Strana Hajastan” (“Country Armenia”).
Valya thinks that friendship can also enslave. And he created a wonderful painting, encased in an ancient oval bronze frame. “In memory of a friend”. A skull of a noble horse with a long, carefully brushed mane is painted with a touching expressiveness, like a traditional social portrait. There is a bridle on the skull with a loop hang on a hook and a horseshoe on the wall. What are these? Weapons of power or love?

“Funeral of God” – this is the original title; the painting appeared in catalogues as Perpetual Motion. Covered with capes, bow-backed more with grief than the burden, endless figures of people, stretching to the horizon, are carrying the crucified Jesus. We see only his feet and the strong beam of light, radiating from Jesus to the sky.
Valya uses the theme of God in his works several times, never recurring the same way twice. Each time he finds new solution, different from anything and anyone.
“Crucifix” – only the shell, the excoriated skin of the crucified body is floating in the air. The soul has flown away, as a bird from a destroyed nest.
Jesus on his knees is painted as detailed as a self-portrait (actually it is a self-portrait). There are tears in Jesus’ eyes. Hands are stretched-to the audience with a silent reproach full of pain: “People! What have you done with the World entrusted to you?”
“The Last Supper” – light is pouring from above, and the shadow of Jesus already has the crown of thorns on its head. Instead of 12 Apostles on the left and on the right of Jesus there are candles and their shadows on the walls are of people in capes. One of the candles has gone out and smokes, the wisps wrapping around Jesus. This is certainly Judas.
The candle is a permanent element of Valya’s paintings, a sparkle of hope, even in the most tragic, desperate situation.

An apotheosis of the “symphony” of candles can be found in the painting “Immortality”. Imagine a rocky road at night, stretching to the sky. And only candles on the road, as strolling people are shimmering as stars in distance. The burnt candle-ends on the foreground have merged into a solid mass, and naked human bodies are visible in it. And a transparent mighty candle burns over all of this, all along the height of the vertical canvas. This is a hymn to the genius of mankind. Valya has dedicated this picture to his adored Shakespeare, maybe because he is also a little bit of a Shakespeare himself.
Podpomogov’s pictures are usually a protest against injustice in all its manifestations. “Struggle”. One more Crucifix? Yes. But this time the Nature is crucified on the Crucifix of Civilization made of concrete. A naked dry tree is writhing in its death throes, sinking the roots into the crackled earth. It is still alive, it is still struggling.
Valya considers the frame to be an indispensable part of the picture; its mounting but also its continuation. That’s why he makes them himself. He can reproduce the texture of any material. If smoke – it visually flows weightless and even smells like smoke. If cinder – it seems to burn if you touch. Because of this, he’s dismissed by some critics as a mere craftsman, comparing him reproachfully with Shilov.

Podpomogov was deeply affected by the Armenian Genocide of 1915. He dedicated several pictures to this. The most monumental of these is the “Requiem”. A huge canvas. Pieces of ruined buildings standing on flagstones (signs of civilization). A miraculously spared temple — or rather its framework — in the distance. A mighty, half broken bell overthrown on the foreground. Wind is stirring up clouds of dust. The site of fire is still smoking, making us, the watchers, participants of that time, that tragedy. The black sky is hanging over the desecrated Earth. But in the very center, a heavenly window has opened from between the clouds, and a divine light is pouring vigorously on Earth.

When the troubles in Sumgait and Karabagh began, Podpomogov dedicated to a series of emotionally saturated, grand and mournful, and certainly very specific paintings, to these events.
It’s hard to associate Podpomogov’s works and their subjects with the image of the person who creates them – the idler, the debauchee, the joker. Which is the real one? As a biographical note I could say: of course the one in his works. As an artist, he is lonely and dark in the depths of his soul. And his real inside being is expressed in his works. And the rest – is a mask…masquerade… disguise. But I won’t say anything of the kind. Because I know him too well and for too long. He is equally sincere and “acts himself”, both when he makes his friends to to exhaustion, or creates paintings full of tragedy, which make you shiver and fear for the future of mankind. An interesting detail – whatever Valya paints (and he never paints from a model), in every work he paints himself, whether it is his famous sad monkey in “Nostalgia” , or the “Homer”, sitting comfortable in the keyhole, kneeling Jesus or the victim of the Nazi concentration camp (“Consecration”), shot through the head. These are all Valya, easily recognizable. Different everywhere, but always touching, tragic and grand in his universal loneliness.
The bronze “Fire keeper” over his fire place and the Virgin with child ( he painted it for the Holy See at Echmiadzin – but the Catholic’s decided in the end that Mary’s eyes were too “wild”, too sinful), and the crucified skin of Jesus – have similar hands and feet – those of his, Valya’s.

A big round hall is given over to Podmomogov’s paintings in the museum of contemporary art in Yerevan. Most of the biggest Armenian collectors have his paintings. From the very beginning, in the times of the convertible “hard trouble”, they were sold for foreign currencies and the prices for them flewup. The cheapest ones now cost several thousand dollars. Today, Podpomogov is considered to be the most successful living artist in Armenia.
People come to buy his works from Europe and America, try to smuggle them through the customs. And here, in LA, there are even some fakes, passed off as Podpomogov’s original works.
The art critic Henry Igitian, in his foreword to Valya’s catalogue, calls him a man of a bygone generation. I cannot agree with that, and I amsure that Valya himself does not agree with that. He may be one according to the years he has lived, but not according to his spirit. And to disprove his words I will tell about the last “trick” of our maestro. There was a rumor between Armenians in LA, that Valya had died. I and my husband rushed to call him at home. His daughter,Zheka, told us, that the rumors about his death were somewhat exaggerated, but Valya was in the hospital. We called him to the hospital. And what did we hear? “Congratulate me!” – He shouted into the phone – I got married! We are spending a marvelous time here in hospital!”

Remember, Rubens married Helena Furman, when he was 55, and she was 17. Valya went better than the great Rubens. He is 72 in April! And his darling, who has amazing eyes (Valya had a weakness for beautiful women eyes for all his life), is a youthful girl who came five years ago to his studio, and stayed there – having fallen madly in love with him. They live together till now in that damp and cold basement, where in winter time frost glistens on the walls.

Text by Eleonora Mandalian, read also Press about Maestro Valya, please, visit his web-site.


Joni Sternbach

Joni Sternbach is an acclaimed fine art photographer, American.
Found her biography at Joseph Bellows gallery – ARTIST’S STATEMENT:
SurfLand is a collection of contemporary portraits of surfers created using the historic wet-plate collodion process. The photographs are a unique blending of subject matter and photographic technique. Using an 8″ x 10″ camera and the instantaneous wet-plate collodion process, I am creating one-of-a-kind tintypes that are imbued with a feeling of ambiguity, timelessness and mystery.
Landscapes, seascapes, and the human imprint on these views has been my focus. Returning year after year to the same location has led me to examine the juncture between land and sea, exploring subject matter in a constant state of transition. Surfers are an integral part of this liminal state. I am fascinated by the physical and poetic way that they inhabit America’s watery landscapes.
I work with a large-format camera and wet process that must be prepared and developed on location. The procedure is elaborate and fortunately draws spectators as well as entices new subjects. Other subjects have found their way to me via surf websites, pro shops, and word-of-mouth. Once on location I compose carefully before sensitizing the plate. The very nature of collodion is spontaneous and unknowable. It is precisely the raw quality of the process that suits the subject matter, giving it a distinctive appearance and echoing important traditions of nineteenth-century anthropological photography.
The photographs were shot on both coasts: Montauk’s Ditch Plains on the East Coast as well as Malibu, Del Mar and Rincon beaches in California. SurfLand is a chronicle and celebration of these fascinating denizens of regional surf spots across the nation.
“Sternbach makes her photographs in tintype, a labor-intensive technique little changed since it’s invention in the 1850s. Spontaneous and unpredictable, the streaks and tonal variations in the finished photographs reflect their hand-made character, the corners rubbed where they were held in the camera.
Posing on rocky outcrops, in front of uprooted trees, or on thick mats of woody flotsam, Sternbach’s surfers inhabit strange landscapes. The best of Sternbach’s photographs convey insistent longing. They are about relationships – the relationship between surfer and board, between human and landscape, between photographer and subject, and between the surfers themselves…she has discovered a new sort of home – a place without walls, defined only by belonging and the physicality of existence.” — Philip Prodger, Curator of Photography, Peabody Essex Museum.

More her stunning photos on her web site.
and an interesting interview ESPN Action Sports.

8 Supermodels for LOVE Magazine

LOVE Magazine Stars Kate Moss, Naomi Campbell and Six Other Supermodels Naked.

Love magazine’s third issue goes for eight naughty covers. Cover girls Kate Moss, Naomi Campbell, Natalia Vodianova, Amber Valletta, Daria Werbowy, Lara Stone, Kristen McMenamy and Jeneil Williams were captured by Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott for the magazine’s (barely) censored black and white covers.

Note: nudity under the cut

Body Conscience Part I: Daria Werbowy & Lara Stone Nude by Mert & Marcus.

In addition to eight revealing covers by Mert & Marcus, Love’s latest issue features editorials with all several of their cover stars. Ranging from 90s supermodels to newer girls, the publication gets them to take it all off, and open up about their bodies. Styled by Katie Grand, the first installment of Body Conscience features top models Daria Werbowy and Lara Stone au naturel.

Body Conscience Part II: Kate Moss & Naomi Campbell Nude by Mert & Marcus.

Part two of Love’s Body Conscience spread. This time around featuring supermodels Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell by Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott.

Body Conscience Part III: Natalia Vodianova Nude by Mert & Marcus.
Part 3 of Love Magazine’s Body Conscience series, featuring Natalia Vodianova by Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott.

‘I want to be a living work of art’ said The Marchesa Luisa Casati

Luisa Casati
Luisa, the Marchesa Casati Stampa di Soncino (23 January 1881 – 1 June 1957) was an eccentric Italian heiress, muse, and patroness of the arts in early-20th-century Europe.
The younger daughter of Alberto Amman, a wealthy cotton manufacturer and his wife, the former Lucia Bressi, Luisa Adele Rosa Maria Amman was born in Milan to a life of luxury. Luisa’s father was of Austrian descent, while her mother was Italian and Austrian. Luisa’s father was made a count by King Umberto I for his contributions to the cotton industry, which he largely controlled. Countess Amman died when Luisa was thirteen, and Count Amman died two years later, making his daughters, Luisa and her elder sister, Francesca (1880-1919, married Giulio Padulli), reportedly the wealthiest women in Italy.

Luisa married, in 1900, Camillo, the Marchese Casati Stampa di Soncino (Muggiò, 12 August 1877 – Roma, 18 September 1946). A year later, their only child, Cristina, was born.
After the early years of their marriage and the birth of their daughter, the Casatis maintained separate residences for the duration of their marriage. They were legally separated in 1914, and the marriage ended upon the marchese’s death.
The couple’s daughter, Cristina Casati Stampa di Soncino (1901-1953), first married Francis John Clarence Westenra Plantagenet Hastings, known as Viscount Hastings (later 16th Earl of Huntingdon), in 1925; they had one child, Lady Moorea Hastings (born 1928), and divorced in 1943. As her second husband, Cristina, Viscountess Hastings married, in 1944, the Hon. Wogan Philipps.
Marchesa Casati’s only grandchild, Lady Moorea Hastings became the third wife of Labour politician Woodrow Wyatt and later wed Brinsley Graham Black.

Marchesa Casati presently has three living descendants, Lady Moorea Hastings and her sons:
The Hon. Pericles Plantagenet James Casati Wyatt (born 1963), became an owner and operator of water parks and recreational-vehicle camps in Arizona. Octavius Orlando Irvine Casati Black (born 1968), the founder of The Mind Gym, a mind-development system based in London
A celebrity and femme fatale, the marchesa’s famous eccentricities dominated and delighted European society for nearly three decades. She captivated artists and literati figures such as Robert de Montesquiou, Erté, Jean Cocteau, Cecil Beaton, Augustus John and Jack Kerouac. She had a long term affair with the author Gabriele D’Annunzio. The character of Isabella Inghirami from D’Annunzio’s Forse che si forse che no (Maybe yes, maybe no) (1910) was said to have been inspired by her, as well as the character of La Casinelle, who appeared in two novels by Michel Georges-Michel, Dans la fete de Venise (1922) and Nouvelle Riviera (1924).
In 1910 Casati took up residence at the Palazzo Venier dei Leoni, on Grand Canal in Venice (now the home of the Peggy Guggenheim Collection). Her soirées there would become legendary. Casati collected a menagerie of exotic animals, and patronized fashion designers such as Fortuny and Poiret. Later, when she had lost her immense wealth, the marchesa retired to England, spending her last years in London, where she died at age 76. Characters based on Casati were played by Vivien Leigh in La Contessa (1965) and by Ingrid Bergman in the movie A Matter of Time (1976).

The beautiful and extravagant hostess to the Ballets Russes was something of a legend among her contemporaries. She astonished Venetian society by parading with a pair of leashed cheetahs and wearing live snakes as jewellery. Her numerous portraits were painted and sculpted by artists as various as Giovanni Boldini, Paolo Troubetzkoy, Romaine Brooks, Kees van Dongen, Man Ray and Augustus John; many of them she paid for, as a wish to “commission her own immortality”.
She was muse to F. T. Marinetti, Fortunato Depero, and Umberto Boccioni. John Galliano based the 1998 Spring/Summer Christian Dior collection on her. Gowns from this collection have been displayed at the Metropolitan Museum of Art Fashion Institute. Casati served as inspiration for another of Galliano’s ensembles created for his autumn/winter 2007/2008 Bal des Artistes haute couture collection for Dior. She is also the namesake of the Marchesa fashion house started by British designers Georgina Chapman and Keren Craig. And in May 2009, Karl Lagerfeld debuted his 2010 Cruise-wear collection fittingly on the Lido in Venice, for which Casati was once again a major muse.
As the concept of dandy was expanded in the 20th century to include women, the marchesa Casati fitted the utmost female example by saying: “I want to be a living work of art”.
By 1930, Casati had amassed a personal debt of $25 million. Unable to satisfy her creditors, her personal possessions were auctioned off. Rumors has it that among the bidders was Coco Chanel.
Luisa fled to London, where she lived in comparative poverty. She was rumored to be seen rummaging in bins searching for feathers to decorate her hair.
She died in London on 1 June 1957, and was interred in Brompton Cemetery. The quote “Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety” from Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra was inscribed on her tombstone.
She was buried wearing not only her black and leopard skin finery but a pair of false eyelashes. She also shares her coffin with one of her beloved stuffed pekinese dogs. Her tombstone is a small grave marker in the shape of an urn draped in cloth with a swag of flowers to the front. The inscription strangely mis-spells her name as ‘Louisa’ rather than ‘Luisa’. It’s a very hard grave to find and despite her fame, wealth and notoriety is very modest compared to the thousands of grand monuments within Brompton Cemetery.

The book – The Marchesa Casati, Portraits of a Muse
The web-site all about her life and more photo.
Actress Tilda Swinton shot as Luisa Casati by Paolo Roversi for Acne Paper Sweden, click here.

Paolo Roversi

Paolo was born in Ravenna in 1947, Paolo Roversi’s interest in photography was kindled as a teenager during a family vacation in Spain in 1964. Back home, he set up a darkroom in a convenient cellar with another keen amateur, the local postman Battista Minguzzi, and began developing and printing his own black & white work. The encounter with a local professional photographer Nevio Natali was very important: in Nevio’s studio Paolo spent many many hours realising an important apprenticeship as well as a strong durable friendship.
In 1970 he started collaborating with the Associated Press: on his first assignment, AP sent Paolo to cover Ezra Pound’s funeral in Venice. During the same year Paolo opened, with his friend Giancarlo Gramantieri his first portrait studio, located in Ravenna, via Cavour, 58, photographing local celebrities and their families. In 1971 he met by chance in Ravenna, Peter Knapp, the legendary Art Director of Elle magazine. At Knapp’s invitation, Paolo visited Paris in November 1973 and has never left. In Paris Paolo started working as a reporter for the Huppert Agency but little by little, through his friends, he began to approach fashion photography. The photographers who really interested him then were reporters. At that moment he didn’t know much about fashion or fashion photography. Only later he discovered the work of Avedon, Penn, Newton, Bourdin and many others.
The British photographer Lawrence Sackmann took Paolo on as his assistant in 1974. « Sackmann was very difficult. Most assistants only lasted a week before running away. But he taught me everything
I needed to know in order to become a professional photographer. Sackmann taught me creativity. He was always trying new things even if he did always use the same camera and flash set-up. He was almost military-like in his approach to preparation for a shoot. But he always used to say ‘your tripod and your camera must be well-fixed but your eyes and mind should be free’”. Paolo endured Sackmann for nine months before starting on his own with small jobs here and there for magazines like Elle and Depeche Mode until Marie Claire
published his first major fashion story. A Christian Dior beauty campaign brought him wider recognition in 1980, the year he started using the 8 x 10” Polaroid format that would become his trademark.
Not only because of the large camera, Paolo has always preferred working in studio. In his first years in Paris, the studio was very often a room from his own different apartments, all on the left bank, until he found in 1981 the studio located in 9 rue Paul Fort where he is still working. In the middle of the ‘80s the fashion industry was very keen to produce catalogues which allowed photographers to express a very creative and personal work: Comme des Garcons, Yohji Yamamoto, Romeo Gigli… gave Paolo that opportunity.
During his travels to India, Yemen… Paolo took many portraits; we can see some of them in his books ANGELI and Al Moukalla; a book about India is in preparation. Paolo has also realised some commercials. Since the middle 80’ his work has been subject to many exhibitions and books and many awards have honoured his work. Today
Paolo has a regular collaboration with the most interesting fashion magazines and fashion designers.
He’s very marvelous and genius photographer, he’s worked with Giorgio Armani, Comme des Garçons, Christian Dior, Givenchy, Valentino, Yves Saint Laurent, Kenzo, Dunhill, Hermès, Louis Vuitton and some others.

Here’s his website

Connie Imboden

Connie Imboden was born 1953, USA.
An American born photographer, has devoted her career to explore the figure. Her eyes have looked deeper into the investigation of the nude than just about any other photographer. The results are astounding to the viewer, not only with visual beauty and astonishing frankness, but also with metaphorical poetry that connects the world as we know it, to the internal human condition and its wide fan of emotions.
Here’re her own website, check her more works, they’re so cool!

Amber Valletta for Harper’s Bazaar 1993

Magazine: Harper’s Bazaar 1993
Model: Amber Valletta
Photographer: Patrick Demarchelier

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