Ingrid Gaigher
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A friend dying in AIDS. The 1980s when no one had known about it, and when it killed; no more so in than in NYC (well, and is San Fransisco). "In the early 80s, HIV made its grisly entrance, killing several people in Nan’s circle of friends. She captured their last breaths in a series of striking photos." This haunting image... By Nan Goldin.

A friend dying in AIDS. The 1980s when no one had known about it, and when it killed; no more so in than in NYC (well, and is San Fransisco). "In the early 80s, HIV made its grisly entrance, killing several people in Nan’s circle of friends. She captured their last breaths in a series of striking photos." This haunting image... By Nan Goldin.

Extreme contour lowkey studio shot - probably shot with 2 small strobes near the ground slightly behind model + 1 overhead focused source lighting chicks, shoulders & inner arm tips. Processed via levels control to preserve smooth grey shades & getting "pure-black" every where needed...

Imaginar que posso fugir é utopia, Gritar na surdez da esquizofrenia, Subestima o predador a sua presa, E debocha da tua caça abatida. Texto: Marcelo H. Zacarelli - Do poema: Átrio da Demência

Perhaps a common initial reaction to the sculptural work of artist Francesco Albano is fright.  It isn’t entirely clear what is in front of us, but it seems human and and it seems wrong.  Alb…

Perhaps a common initial reaction to the sculptural work of artist Francesco Albano is fright. It isn’t entirely clear what is in front of us, but it seems human and and it seems wrong. Alb…