The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Shutterbugs #4

Helmut Newton


Timmy said...

Didn't he do some good nudies?

estiv said...

Mein Freund, wo sind die nackten Frauen?

Tommy O'C said...

I just read an online article that said to aspiring nude photogs, if your subject complains about the lack of light in your abode, just say two words: Helmut Newton.

It didn't elaborate on what you'll undoubtedly need to fill her in on beyond that but, if you can't improvise, I guess your nude photog days are numbered.

F.G. Marshall-Stacks said...

his favourite shooting locale was old european luxury-hotels, and he loved big scary-lookin models.
His infamous shoot for the saddler HERMES had saddles on nudes who were kneeling on beds.
He worked in Melbourne Australia in the mid 1960's in partnership with Henry Talbot.
I suppose all that's on a wiki somewhere, but it was in my head.
and of course everyone knows his death by heart-attack was as he drove out of the Chateau Marmont, always his regular hotel when in LA.

Vladimir Estragon said...

Forget the models. I myself am lusting after the cameras.