PHOTOGRAPHER: Peter Van Alphen
DIRECTOR: Gracie Otto @ Ralffilms
D.O.P & EDITOR: Edward Triglone
STYLIST: Emma Kalfus
A look into expression of self through dance for Edition N°9, IDENTITY. Gracie Otto follows French Caribbean ballerina and model, Ines Joseph, and captures what has represented and defined her since she was a child.
Prada polo shirt and shorts
Solid & Striped swimsuit from Pam Pam
Memories of place, object, texture and colour, of cherished possessions and rituals of dressing. Within an environment of familiarity, the series explores conscious recollection, both observed and experienced.
Simultaneous narratives collide in Baird’s reflection on the experience of coexistence. If a picture tells a thousand words, how many more does it take to tell the tale of the individual?
The Australian weekend away is, for many, dotted with memories of bare feet, bare bodies and balmy summer nights. With his affection for surf culture, photographer Tim Swallow heads south with model Jessica Strother and a half packed back of breezy summer separates.
In his most personal point of view, Photographer Tim Ashton captures the kind of intimacy that extends beyond two people, in a beautiful collection of pictures of his family.
In questions of art and commerce, the words of 17th century French philosopher, Joseph Joubert still ring true: “Ask the young, they know everything”.
Elon Musk has affirmed his belief in the possibility (albeit one in billions) that what we know of life is more Mario Kart than Charles Darwin, that we are but pawns in one monumental video game...
Summer skin, kissed by sunlight and the delicate luminescence of sweat, tempting us to a place less travelled and a time more pure. A destination bound wardrobe of vintage inspired prints and textures - fluid, feminine and forever in demand.
Denim where people were not. Shot last month, mid lockdown, on location at what would ordinarily be Sydney's busiest thoroughfares.
Once, summer meant endless feverish days bookended by the briefest winks of velvet night; a humming cicada song over a metronomic percussion of ice cubes against sweating glass; salt waves that washed overhead like a pulse and the echo of heat from every side and from below.
