Jamie Beck
There is no sound yet there are fleeting moments. Rather than frozen in time the image is captured, held for a moment and released once more to captivate.
There is no sound yet there are fleeting moments. Rather than frozen in time the image is captured, held for a moment and released once more to captivate.
“For you to know the idea yourself, you do not need to know the language. It is only when you want to affect someone else’s mind that language must be brought to play”…
Up and around the corner you walk past pimply pubs on ramshackle corners until a leafy lane way lures you into the driveway of the Guinness factory itself. The rising machinery of its pumping and grinding furnaces peaks out over the dull brick walls.
A worn, torn warehouse loft is the epitome of bedraggled style and finesse. Spot the saddle blanket if you can…
Inside a spacious artists loft on the top floor of a Berlin warehouse apartment block. The surfaces!… need I say more.
One astounding side to Berlin life is it’s patinas. Gorgeous surfaces all over the cities meandering neighborhoods; Mitte, Prenzlauer Berg, Kreutzberg. Berlin has seduced my senses, I am patina pondering and poster dazzle eyed.
December’s Bergdorf Goodman windows still tracing through the memory.
His work is so structural. The shape of magyar seams and the use of large sleeve structures reminded me of Henri Moore’s sculptural monoliths, only Balenciaga’s monoliths have bows, tassels and cinched waists.
…Thy rough, rude fortress gleams afar; Like some bold veteran, grey in arms, And mark’d with many a seamy scar: The pond’rous wall and massy bar, Grim-rising o’er the rugged rock, …
This is what happens when camera batteries fall short; the camera phone must step forward; the owner of said camera must carry spare disposable cameras …
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