By some magical means few days ago I came across two photographers that I fell in love with.
My words can not describe how much adoration I hold for these pictures.
Lillian Bassman is in first place in subjective opinion ;) She was a fashion photographer from 1940's till 1960's and mostly published in Harper's Bazaar. After 70's her interest in pure and feminine form unfortunately got out of fashion ; she explained it that this happened when models started getting so young, she said ''it's hard for me to imagine $20,000 dress on a 14 years old girl''. Like many photographers of this times they decided to abandon their profession, but Mr. Bassman's approach was much more aggressive, she had enough of fashion, she destroyed some of her work and the rest placed in a bag and tossed it somewhere. However because fashion is just like a boomerang, it always come back, so she looked for her tossed and forgotten bag of photographs , and world fall back in love with her.
Deborah Turbeville
When she was twenty she moved to NYC to work with a designer Claire McCardell. Soon she realized that her heart lies in photography.
''I say yes to style,'' she said, ''yes to mood, yes to ambiguity.'' I just love that quote, so sophisticated.
The fashion in her pictures come either from 1890's or 1930's. They are delicate but also bizarre and distinctive. Deborah divides her time between New York and St. Petersburg, the city that inspires her the most, we can almost see that in her pictures, the atmosphere of Russia, cold, distant, silent despair and angrily calm.
I don't know why but in most of her photograph the models eyes seem empty, there's something creepy about her pictures, and that weird neck angles...
