Journal
Fragments of a creative life
Fashion shoot
A reflection on beauty, discipline, performance, and that strange theater that is Fashion.
Looking back at these photographs i took backstage during the Fashion week, what strikes me most is the presence of the models themselves. They move forward with absolute focus, immersed in their path, seemingly untouched by the noise, the crowd, and the countless phones pointed in their direction.
There is something almost mechanical in the precision of their movements: the posture, the rhythm of the walk, the control of expression. Like beautifully engineered machines, perfectly calibrated for a performance.
New York, 2009
A reflection on beauty, discipline, performance, and that strange theater that is Fashion.
Looking back at these photographs i took backstage during the Fashion week, what strikes me most is the presence of the models themselves. They move forward with absolute focus, immersed in their path, seemingly untouched by the noise, the crowd, and the countless phones pointed in their direction.
There is something almost mechanical in the precision of their movements: the posture, the rhythm of the walk, the control of expression. Like beautifully engineered machines, perfectly calibrated for a performance.
Yet I often find myself wondering, though, is what is really happening behind that mask of composure. Which thoughts occupy their minds as they walk? …. which worries, ambitions, memories, private stories that remain hidden behind the expression they have learned to hold so perfectly?
And then, as soon as the show is over, the illusion dissolves. A quick change backstage, a taxi outside and on to the next runway, where the same thing happens again. The same poise, the same carefully constructed moment of perfection.
Around them, a world of images, status, and appearances unfolds. Yet they seem to pass through it untouched, becoming, for a brief moment, something almost unreal, disciplined, and imperturbable.
