Escrevivendo e Photoandando por ali e por aqui

“O que a fotografia reproduz no infinito aconteceu apenas uma vez: ela repete mecanicamente o que não poderá nunca mais se repetir existencialmente”.

Roland Barthes

.

«Ao lermos uma novela ou uma história imaginamos as cenas, a paisagem, os personagens, dando a estes uma voz, uma imagem física. Por isso às vezes a transposição para o cinema revela-se-nos uma desilusão. Quando leio o que a Maria do Mar me escreve(u) surge perante mim a sua imagem neste ou naquele momento da nossa vida, uma pessoa simples, encantadora, gentil e delicada.»

Victor Nogueira

sexta-feira, 29 de abril de 2011

Didier Carré - The Flower of Woman


What would the world be like without flowers? What would the world be like without beautiful women? There is a co-relation between the two. There are many.

The lines of a woman and the lines of a flower are aesthetically pleasing to the eye. As is the scent to our nose. A flower can be so fragile we imagine it might bruise and crumble beneath our touch. 


The beauty of woman, like a flower, is transient, momentary. It is something we may wish to possess but we know the moment we do it will change form and become something quite different. 



Is the female sex organ not a flower, something inviting, moist and warm, a mystery we can never unravel, a joy beyond understanding or words, a bloom as complex as the rose.



The rose some say is the most beautiful of all flowers. The smell is subtle and sweet. But on the stem of the rose is a row of sharp teeth, the thorn that will draw our blood if we get too close. 



In Didier Carré's photographs he reveals the discreet resemblance a flower has to a woman and after studying his nudes the flowers in the field will never appear quite the same again.



Clifford Thurlow

Click an image to enlarge:

Sem comentários: