Guest Post from Image Source
By John O’Reilly
Tibor and Maira Kalman’s (un)Fashion book was like a special edition of the Colors magazine he used to edit. A curated work of visual anthropology it shines a light on the everyday design of non-designers.
(un)Fashion, Tibor and Maira Kalman, Booth Clibborn, 2000. Family in Gobi desert, Mongolia. Gueorgui Pinkhassov /Magnum
When designer Tibor Kalman died in 1999, he left a legacy of deeply influential work that was significant as much for its cast of mind as it was for its design. Currently the notion of the designer is expanding, from the producer of ‘design thinking’ to the idea of the designer as storyteller. The latter being somewhat disputed by graphic designer Hamish Muir (founder of 8VO) in a recent Tweet.
Guest Blog Post by Image Source
James Friedman’s photographic series, Pleasures and Terrors of Kissing, feels like an encyclopedia or taxonomy of kissing, or the document created by an ethnographer – passionate, affectionate, oblivious. Shot in black and white, the series enables the viewer to focus on the stillness of the kiss – the awkwardness of the bystander faced with this bubble in space hints at a little bit of social chaos injected by the public display of private passion (‘where to look?’).
Lips are the border of inside and outside, and in the latter part of the 20th Century ‘the kiss’ has been celebrated in photography as a public window on a private emotion – think of the couple in Robert Doisneau’s Kiss By The Hotel De Ville. Or Alfred Eisenstaedt’s image of the sailor kissing the woman in the white dress in Times Square on V-J Day. It’s the ultimate ‘anti-social’ image, not in the sense of being destructive, but an image of two people recoiling from the social world, into their world, whose pleasure and terror is not the exclusion of every other human being, it’s more profound than simply exclusion – in the pleasure of the kiss no one else exists. And because kissing is done with eyes closed, it’s a feeling that is almost unrepresentable, that can’t be said, and only seen in the photograph.
Photographer James Friedman, Pleasures and Terrors of Kissing, #701