Ritual

Sensual naturally.

Brillant sujet

Christine

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Very fine! Regards Ilkka

Dreams are good!

I think the first task that a photographer must accomplish is to fix the fickle, wandering attention of the viewer. I have a certain point of view when it comes to photography and that is the importance of engaging the viewer in the creative process. I'm not so much interested in viewer as passive admirer or even viewer as critic. There must be some way (in my opinion) for the picture to hook the curiousity of the serious viewer and stimulate the onlooker to somehow actively participate in the experience, lifting the picture beyond the picture frame and into the realm of the mind - whether visually, emotionally or intellectually. It is this lack of explicitness that serves as entryway and allows the mind to play.

lovely tones, lovely subject, great "action", superb image.

Just a classic. Great work. A real aesthetic pleasure. Thanks for sharing.

As witnessed in you "Scapes" folder, I do love your high-key approach with certain subjects. A heightened feeling of purity is felt through subtle hues of white on white, with just enough shadow to define a suggestion of shape. An artistic and glorious study of negative and positive shape.

There's a brilliant melancholy to it. But it's also comforting. Reminds me of the song "Bathtime" by the Tindersticks :

 

 

 

There's a city filth that lingers

 

All over my naked hands

Deep into the weave of the clothes i wear

 

And every step brings another

 

Every hour adds some more

Till i'm on the other side leaning on your door

Are the taps running, darling?

Is the air thick with steam?

Can i find some place to cry these tears of shame?

 

Every step brings another

 

Every hour adds some more

Till i'm on the other side leaning on your door

 

There's a smell so sweet it's sickly

 

It follows me into the room

Hangs in the air like rotting perfume

 

I never bathe in it, darling

Got down on my hands and knees

Got in so far, i became, well, a part of it all

I've been wading through it

Don't you know it's up to my neck?

And it won't be long 'fore it's over my head

And it's the thought of you in my mind, keeps me. . .

 

Thought i knew these streets, and how they turn

 

Could always find my way home

There's something there, can't leave it alone

 

The trains they run all night

 

We could leave everything behind

Just bring that dress you bought when we first met

 

I know it's faded, darling

I know it's tattered and worn

In that dress, i could never love you more

I've been wading through it

Don't you know it's up to my neck?

And it won't be long 'fore it's over my head

And i can suck it into my love, breathe it in

The image itself is knock out good, the treatment sends it into the land of dreams and half forgotten memories.

 

I'll leave you with a slightly obscure lyric from a Slapp Happy song.

 

 

" All my dismembered - half remembered yesterdays, clearly interfere with being here today "

 

Peter Blegvad

 

 

stunningly good in every respect. What more needs to be said?

simplicity and subtility is what come to my mind...it strikes me how the subtle light tones suggest elegance and intimacy...

We all find varying degrees of comfort in rituals of one form or another, don't we? The overall whiteness of this shot imbues it with a sense of tranquility for me.  There's also a slight element of voyeurism here for me, an element that touches just enough on the sensual to make it even more interesting.

Outstanding!

This is just beautiful and the high-key is perfect.