is one of the warmest photographers I've ever encountered. Never heard a bad word about him, or out of him. He photographed an awful lot of dogs last year - they are great portraits but I'm a cat person so upon seeing these that he shot for Animal Planet, I had to run some. I'd like to sic one or two of these on the incessantly yapping dogs in my building.
2012 is a big year for the Brits. Queen Elizabeth will be celebrating her Diamond Jubilee - here is one of the many photographs Mr Karsh took at four separate sessions across four decades.
"Official portrait of British monarch HM Queen Elizabeth II pictured at Buckingham Palace wearing the mantle and Star of the Order of the Garter. This 40th birthday picture was officially released on February 8th, 1966."
It is also the 200th anniversary of the birth of Charles Dickens so there's probably not much else on TV this year other than stateliness and period drama.
Queen Elizabeth II birthday portrait, 1966 © Yousuf Karsh
Bike Rack, 2010 © Danny Ghitis
In this series, Danny Ghitis
explores the reality of life in the aftermath of evil.
Auschwitz had for a long time been a German name for the Polish town of Oświęcim and was made the official name by the Germans after they invaded Poland in September 1939.
"For hundreds of years before the German occupation, Jews and Christians lived harmoniously in the town of about 12,000. After the war, the leftover chemical factory was exploited by the new communist regime and the town grew to about 50,000 inhabitants. Now in its fourth political chapter since the 1930s, Oświęcim hangs in the balance between the rapidly developing Polish economy and its own uncertain future." Thanks to Danny for photos and text.View the full screen magazine photo feature
I'm super duper honored and excited to be the juror for a new exhibition by the New Orleans Photo Alliance
"Photography, in fact vision itself, is not possible without light. No
surprise, then, that light often becomes the subject of photography
itself. The play of light and shadow defines an an object, tells us what
time of day it is or creates a mood. Please submit photographs in which
you explore the meaning of light, its visual, sensual or emotional
Call for entries is out now and you have until January 16th to submit images that fulfill the spec. Plus, you get to use the brilliantly-named Entry Thingy to upload your submission. I look forward to seeing your work.
Towards the end of 2011 I reviewed the portfolio of a photographer* who suggested I might like the work and personality of a young woman who had assisted him, and I was happy to be formally introduced to Jennifer Osborne
. I had heard Jen speak about her work in the summer of 2010 at Aperture as part of the program around the publication of the book 'reGeneration: tomorrow's photographers today'; I was moved by her series 'Tough Blood
' about the mentally ill, suicide-prone residents of Vancouver's Downtown Eastside. However, I chose this project, Net Generation, which she photographed in July 2009, to kick off the new year.
It has been suggested that in China more than 10% of the country's 100 million teenage web surfers fall prey to excessive gaming and online activity. Jennifer Osborne visited Doctor Tao Ran's recovery program for Internet addicts, established in 2004. The young people Jen photographed are in summer video game rehab at the Beijing Region Military Hospital. View the full screen magazine photo feature
The series was originally produced with the support of COLORS Magazine.*Carlo Hindian
© Zackary Canepari
This is a great idea: you chose a photo, buy a print and get to decide which of the signed-up charities your money goes to. Charity gets 50%, photographer gets 25%, The Nuru Project
runs the business off the 25% they keep. There's a "back story" accompanying each photograph, which you receive in print if you buy, so you can connect a little with the photographer or at least hear her thoughts (I trust they will be adding more women in the coming year.)
Prints start at $50 and you have time to browse and order before the holidays.
Do the right thing this year: support a charity, and shop at your local small businesses.
© Rodney Dekker © Kirk Mastin
© Christian Bobst / all images courtesy of Nuru
Ruth Bernhard, San Francisco, 1988 © Abe FrajndlichAbe Frajndlich
gave me free reign to put together a second series from his stunning new book, 'Penelope's Hungry Eyes' which is packed with over 100 portraits of the master photographers. If your favourites are not here in my edit I'm sure you'll find them in the book.
"With a single-mindedness and tenacity which can only be compared to Penelope's faith in the return of her husband Odysseus, Abe's "hungry eyes" pursued the goal of photographing photographers for generations. In the course of over thirty years he compiled an ever-growing portrait collection of famous colleagues, 101 of which now appear in his new book."
On December 7th, 2011, the New York Public Library
will be host to a discussion between Frajndlich; Henry Adams, author of the introductory text; and Duane Michals, one of the photographers featured in the book.
aCurator contributor Klaus Pichler
will be signing copies of his new book, 'Fürs Leben gezeichnet' this Wednesday, December 7th 2011 at 7:30 pm at galerie OPEN
, Legiendamm 18-20, 10179 Berlin. As well as some great portraits and detail photos, 'Scarred For Life' includes interviews with prisoners about their tats.
"There was no way of stopping people having tattoos done in prison, not
even back in the 70's when we weren't allowed ink and needles weren't
available. We just made all the stuff ourselves. The colour was made by
cutting a piece off the rubber sole of our prison shoes, burning it and
covering it with a tin bowl which created a layer of soot on top. We
mixed the soot with toothpaste or shampoo. The red colour was made using
brick dust which we scraped off the prison walls. Our needles were
usually sharpened paper clips, pieces of wire or guitar strings." Mr.
J., 57 years
"Traditionally tattooing used to be mainly for people from the prison
scene, nowadays it is trendy everywhere. I'd say if you compare modern
day tattooing to the old tradition, many people just feel very important
nowadays. It never just used to be a tradition, you know, but it was
also a sign of being part of a criminal culture. Everybody who got put
away for a while just had to have some done. Well, you didn't exactly
have to, if you didn't want to do it you didn't do it, but nearly
everyone had some done. Criminals were criminals and they were tattooed.
That was it. We were outsiders and with our tattoos we made a promise
not to join the mainstream." Mr. L., 63 years
All images © Klaus Pichler
Contrary to a news report by Charlotte, North Carolina's WBTV this weekend, Billy Graham is not dead. The 93 year-old reverend is hospitalized with pneumonia. According to Wikipedia, including Obama, Billy Graham has now personally met with twelve US presidents, the same number that Mr Karsh photographed during his career.
Looking through a Google image search
on the rev, you can't deny he's always had pretty amazing hair.Reverend Billy Graham, 1972 © Yousuf Karsh
The cover of the December 5th, 2011 issue of The New Yorker features a bookstore selling more merchandise than books. Notice on the left a row of handbags, one of which is the Yousuf Karsh portrait of Ernest Hemingway. Much purloined over the years, he's been discovered on bottles of rum, T shirts, restaurant menus, and even iPad apps. Long live Ernest Hemingway.
"I expected to meet in the author a composite of the heroes of his novels. Instead, in 1957, at his home Finca Vigía, near Havana, I found a man of peculiar gentleness, the shyest man I ever photographed - a man cruelly battered by life, but seemingly invincible. He was still suffering from the effects of a plane accident that occurred during his fourth safari to Africa. I had gone the evening before to La Floridita, Hemingway's favorite bar, to do my "homework" and sample his favorite concoction, the daiquiri. But one can be overprepared! When, at nine the next morning, Hemingway called from the kitchen, "What will you have to drink?" my reply was, I thought, letter-perfect: "Daiquiri, sir." "Good God, Karsh," Hemingway remonstrated, "at this hour of the day!""