Guy Bourdin was one of my early inspirations in photography. And still is; whenever I revisit his work I am knocked out by his extraordinary compositional skills, his impeccable colour sense and his often bizarre but always fascinating concepts. His ability to work up an abstract, often erotic idea and still keep things razor-clean, balanced to perfection and with an outrageous sense of colour have deeply influenced my own approach to photography. Not that I have ever sought to copy - but when you are taken with an artist's work it is inevitable some of it will rub off on you by creative osmosis. And not that I have had a career in fashion either, except for the first few years of my photographic life when, like most young male photographers, I was in it for the girls.... but that's another story! Bourdin himself cited his own influences, including Man Ray, Magritte, Balthus and Luis Bunuel.
Bourdin was a pioneer in fashion photography. He would devise a concept, a story, a scene, which was usually provocative and often with sexual undertones, shoot the picture and then simply ascribe a fashion brand or label to that picture. He had no time for the accepted convention of actually "showing off" the clothes - the picture itself was the thing, the fashion incidental. And fashion mags went crazy for it. Clients included Vogue, Harpers, Chanel, Versace, Ungaro and Pentax. Yep, Pentax - the camera of choice for discerning photographers... ;-) (I was obviously more influenced by him than I thought!). His longtime campaign for Charles Jourdan was perhaps his most famous, and in many ways his most outrageous. There's never been another like Bourdin in my opinion (although David La Chapelle is a close contender, albeit far more campy in his approach). Thanks Guy, for teaching me about composition and colour and the incredibly graphic possibilities of photography.
The editing and refining of my shoot of Ochre Dance Company continues - I'm loving it. Hoping to have an exhibition at some stage of large format prints. All pictures shot on medium format Pentax 645, processed in Lightroom and Photoshop. I'll post some more up from time to time. Support Ochre here http://www.ochredance.org.au
I'll also be running a one day Lightroom Workshop at FAC on Sunday 15th June from 10am to 4pm. Its an introduction to what has become, in a few short years, the industry standard editing and organisational tool for digital photography. If you've always wanted to know about this great program but have been too lazy to find out, now's your chance! It will change the way you view your photography whether you're a pro or just wild about taking pictures. http://fac.org.au/photography
After a much-needed break from teaching at Shoot, I'm back! This time at the Fremantle Arts Centre, which I'm thrilled about. FAC is just about the perfect place to teach anything in the arts, with its beautiful building, history and fine reputation in the visual arts. Starting on the 6th May I'll be teaching an intermediate course in digital photography. The course runs for 6 weeks, three hours each Tuesday night except the night of June 3rd. I'll be talking about a variety of topics and the course will be slanted towards assignments and critiques of your work, so the course is part tutoring and part mentoring. It is designed for those who know their way around a camera but wish to really take a step forward in their creative, compositional and publishing skills. Hope you'll join me! Details and bookings here: http://fac.org.au/photography
Last day in Tasmania and we are running a tiny bit late to get out of the house. Rob is pacing up and down like a caged animal. I make a feeble attempt at activity by putting couple of bags in the hall, but the girls still have mulch to discuss. No, that's not a typo. Its all about gardens around here. Anyhow, we set off for Salamanca markets - its a Saturday morning so Hobart's famous and historic Salamanca place is full to bursting with stalls of every description. Beautiful fresh Tasmanian produce (the sausage stall is overwhelming - over 100 sausages of various varieties sizzling on giant grills under a marquee, the cloying smell of three tons of frying onions pervading our clothes, nostrils and and every other place. We still smell like a sausage sizzle when we board the plane two hours later). Delightful. The markets are like markets the world over - organised chaos, shoulder-to-shoulder crowds, stalls of fine produce and stalls of fine craft, stalls of dreadful food and stalls of absolute crap; amazingly talented buskers and down at heel performers who have nothing remotely resembling talent. Just as it should be. But it has a special atmosphere, this market. Bordered by a sweeping row of beautiful, historic buildings it is very easy to forget that this is Australia and not some bustling European city. We had a great time there, albeit a short one, before heading out to the airport and winging our way west once again. We'll be back.