Riitta Päiväläinen.

“The unavoidable fact that I will never know the actual story and personal histories connected with the clothes arouses my curiosity. The clothes remain silent, withholding their secrets. Little by little, personal histories are absorbed into the collective history.”








Finnish photographer Riitta Päiväläinen uses discarded clothing from second-hand shops and flea markets to carry silent, unknown stories and histories.  By freezing the garment or letting the wind fill it with air, she is able to create a sculptural space, which reminds her of its former user. 

via Farewell Kingdom

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Nishe.

Nishe creates photographs that are softer than kittens and prettier than spring.
They truly melt your heart.

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a little more about Nishe.

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Tim Walker, Story Teller.

Tim Walker creates images that dreams are made of, the beautiful things that bloom in his mind have recently been published in his new book, which I have really struggled to keep to myself. So grab yourself a cup of tea, make yourself a blanket fort and get in to the spirit of these wonderful images.

Now that you're all excited, here's a little more to look forward to, the

Story Teller Exhibition. 

Isn't it just lovely? 

These are a few of my new and old favourites, what are yours?

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Anna Ådén.

I want to vicariously live though all of Anna's photographs, they are perfection.

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Entomology.

“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.” 

John Keats

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Twin Fawns.

I came upon twin fawns in the display case of a mom and pop toy and science store in Kansas City, Missouri. It took me two years to win the trust of the shop owner and save the money to buy them. A taxidermist spotted a dead deer by the side of the road. He stopped to properly dispose of the body and realized she was pregnant. He opened her and found near full-term twin fawns, he removed and preserved them.

Deer rarely have twins and the taxidermist retained the uterine gesture of their bodies. I built them a vitrine with a light blue base. Their prematurity exaggerates the delicacy of an incredibly sweet thing. The points of their hooves, the length of their lashes, the spots of their hides, nose to small nose in an ur-cartoonish realism … Viewers’ eyes trick them into believing the fawns are breathing. The tragedy of beauty is its transience.

The twins live forever in their own demise. They are sleeping beauties.They have been muses since I first saw them … We dress death in lilies and bronze the names of our dead sons on walls. We erect altars of toys and hold candlelight vigils to express hope. My twin fawns sleep endlessly on their baby blue block in my studio. The twins never opened their eyes yet their wondrous fatality evokes an acceptable alternative to death.
— Peregrine Honig.

Mariam Sitchinava.

"This project expresses my desire of depicting women's inner colour pallete alongside with their beautifullness with the help  of flora. Thirteen Georgian girls aging 27 to 23 had a freedom of making their own crowns."

Mariam Sitchinava.

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