Sunday, 26 June 2011

A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know. Diane Arbus

My favourite photographer is without a doubt Diane Arbus (Birth name Diane Nemerov) (March 14, 1923 – July 26, 1971).

Arbus committed suicide in 1971 and struggled with depression her entire life, looking at her work it seems that every image has an undercurrent of sadness. 

Rather than capturing beauty, Diane chose as her subjects people who were misunderstood, marginalised or lived on the fringes of society. The images are haunting and poignant and often have a circus-freak-show quality about them, but what I love is that their unapologetic honesty.

They may make for uncomfortable viewing but as Diane said "You see someone on the street, and essentially what you notice about them is the flaw", which is a sentiment reflected in her work.



















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