i really don’t like posting two RIP post’s in a row but it must be done. fashion photographer deborah turbeville passed away four days ago in manhattan at the age of 81. the beauty of her work speaks for itself.
“i have an instinct for finding the odd location, the dismissed face, the eerie athmosphere, the oppressive mood…my muses are kafka, dostoyevsky, andree tarkovsky, the list is endless…i like my pictures best when there is a sense of tension, an unfinished narrative,…ambiguity… in these times aesthetic taste is dismissed as irrelevant. well, i am perverse, for that very reason i´m more drawn to it than ever. i have been described as having style, of being a mannered photographer…it´s some people´s quarrel with my work and others´ fascination.”