WHO CAN STOP NEIL KRUG?

Regardless of the hype surrounding Neil Krug at the moment, I’m happy to continue discussing his work. Like most of you, I came across his photos on Flickr. Seeing them for the first time is the strangest feeling. I was immediately fascinated by the triumphantly combined narratives: fashion, styling, art, unbelievable plots and sensationalist twists all shot in a sixties/seventies style. His pictures are lavish and dramatically engaging readings of cinematic scenes, which manage to capture beautifully the essence of the stories, ranging from Western to New Age. His photos evoke perfectly his ideology. He seems to believe that the important basis of photography is the result of the tension created between the traditional forms of a work and the photographer's struggle with them, punctuating his imagery with cinematic references and colours typical of Polaroid photography.
Spectacle and stylistic unity are paramount.
His work truly deserve recognition.

I’ve recently developed a sort of callous indifference towards the torrent of style/fashion bloggers that are furtively infiltrating my daily blog routine. I’m over the so-called fashion bloggers who merely post pictures of themselves in various “cool” outfits and overexcited sentences consisting essentially of the words “rad”, “sick”, “like” and “awesome”. The prospect of looking at more blogs of this kind is about as appealing as going to Top Shop on a Saturday afternoon! It is clear to me that only a few girls are capable of perfectly mastering the art of outfit posts, always managing to express in full their passion and involvement, showing us incredibly convincing and individual adaptations of fashion as it is seen on the catwalks and magazines. Their commanding strength comes from their extraordinary fashion knowledge and their concoctions of inspiring clothes, photography, settings, unique style and beauty. Starting from today, I will try to overlook the legion of particularly unappealing style bloggers and continue to let Jane, Rumi and The Glamourai cast their magic spell over me.

All pictures courtesy of Neil Krug