Jo Ann Callis, “Applying Lipstick,” 1976–77

Jo Ann Callis, “Applying Lipstick,” 1976–77


MLS WEEKLY GUEST POST - Photographer Brandy Eve Allen

Self-portrait with Sam, 2001. Brandy Eve Allen.

About Brandy Eve Allen: I grew up in NYC and LA while also having spent time in Torino, Italy.  All of these cities have played a part in my photography, whether it be aesthetics, the relationships I experience or my own personal exploration. I like to shoot what I know and what I’m trying to figure out whether it be with others or with myself.   There’s a focus on intimacy, authenticity and a sense of isolation… along with a glimmer of hope from time to time. I shoot with film and process everything in my kitchen.

See more of her work here: http://brandyevephotography.com/

floortje:

Harry Callahan. 

floortje:

Harry Callahan. 

Forth Bridge 3, digital collage. Lance Glover

Forth Bridge 3, digital collage.
Lance Glover

E.O. Hoppé :: Beatrice Appleyard dancer, England, 1934

E.O. Hoppé :: Beatrice Appleyard dancer, England, 1934

Nude.
Kazimiera Dyakowska, 1960
Nude.
Kazimiera Dyakowska, 1960
Unidentified Sitter, 1932. 
E.O. Hoppe

Unidentified Sitter, 1932.

E.O. Hoppe

kuuchu:

enlaretina:

La pintura hiperrealista de Lee Price.


Desnudos y comida en la bañera.

(via youandiareintertwined)

The Argument with Spring, Jessica Tremp.

The Argument with Spring, Jessica Tremp.

Nettie, Chalmette, Jessica Tremp.

Nettie, Chalmette, Jessica Tremp.

Sin Culpa :: Phillip Dvorak

Sin Culpa :: Phillip Dvorak

Swoon :: Phillip Dvorak

Daredevil [minutelovestory #67]

I took the dare because I’m reckless. People think that recklessness is fearlessness but it’s something my past therapists have defined, in no particular order, as an indicator of narcissism, mood disorder, situational depression, and borderline personality disorder. The good news is that for a very long while, it worked. I was adored by those who couldn’t consider doing what I was doing. I was a demi-deity speeding in a highly polished car with her eyes closed, an archery target with a Red Delicious balanced on my head. A stapling incident left scars that are raised and reluctantly angry and they burn first in the desert’s summer sunlight, but I wear sunscreen now, which is absurd, really, as if I’m protecting myself against the future. This last dare was a naked stroll into West Third’s 7-Eleven at 5 p.m., when drivers pressing on their brakes in stalled traffic couldn’t avoid looking at me. I stopped at Melrose Antique’s front window, admiring a mohair Chesterfield and saw a man in the reflection, watching from a black Volvo. Phantom lines wriggled off his car in the heat and I climbed in when he opened the passenger side door. My therapists would be incredibly proud of my progress.

Love on a Sunday; http://www.jessicatremp.com/








Cristen and Annie; www.stephanievovas.com

Cristen and Annie; www.stephanievovas.com