Fantastic, and i see few i haven’t posted [yet;] ! thanks to chagalov:
Erwin Blumenfeld, Self-Portrait in the Studio (9 rue Delambre), Paris, 1937 [+]
[and i guess one can see most of the photos in this photo (and more) in billyjane’s collection ;) ]
photo from: Helen Adkins, ‘Erwin Blumenfeld: I was nothing but a Berliner - Dada montages 1916-1933’ (Ostfildern, Hatje Cantz, 2008)
Pure Awesomeness.thanks homeofthevain:]
David Bowie, Kirlian Photo of My Fingertip Before and After Consuming Coke, April 1975
The Dame is working on a book of photos called Bowie: Object, a collection of 100 items from his archive, offering insight into Bowie’s creative process. This photo is one of them.
The 40th Anniversary edition of Station to Station is out now. You need it.
The angel Heurtebise was not only a guardian angel, but also a kind of demon for artistic jack-of-all-trades Jean Cocteau. He showed up as a muse, but also as an angel of death and as the reincarnation of Cocteau’s lover Raymond Radiguet, who had died prematurely. As legend has it, Cocteau was standing in an elevator when the angel spoke to him and divulged his name: it was the same as that of elevator manufacturer Heurtebise. In a haze that lasted seven days, Cocteau wrote the poem L’ange Heurtebise.
Frontispiece by Man Ray
…My guardian angel, Heurtebise,
I guard you, I hit you,
I break you, I change
Your guard every hour.
On guard, summer! I challenge
You, if you’re a man. Admit
Your beauty, angel of white lead,
Caught in a photograph by an
Explosion of magnesium.
[portrait attributed to Man Ray and Berenice Abbott] from L’Ange Heurtebise