I have quite a few old copies of Vogue, ELLE, i-D and Dazed and Confused piled up in a corner in my boudoir. Why? Mainly because I don't want to throw them away. (Especially the December 2008 edition of Vogue. It will remain in my possession forever. Fact.)
I only have one copy of Plastique. Even though it's a only twice a year (S/S & A/W) you can't really buy it everywhere, except the cold, overpriced little newsagents down the road from East Street where I purchased my first copy.
This is all extremely irrelevant I know, but explains how I came across the photographer BOB RICHARDSON. His image was featured in my shiny new magazine and it pained me to rip it out, but I desperately wanted it on my wall instead. Anyway, he was a famous photographer from the 60s and I quote, (Thanks NYTimes.com)
"Bob was the first fashion photographer to expose women's true complex emotions....He had an inner vision about stripping away all the artifice...He banished the
"What fascinated him most was what was really happening ... behind closed doors. He was attracted to beautiful, troubled women who were trying to liberate themselves from their confining pasts. Women with real lives and real emotions were his heroines. They were independent,
depressed,
cried, had sex,
had fights with their lovers and lived their lives like dark dramas.."
(Oh and he loved a girl who smoked...)
Bit of a ledgend really. Oh and his son Terry? Pretty good photographs as well.
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