Posts tagged ‘photography’

September 6, 2010

Beauty is everywhere.

And although we’re barraged  with an obscene amount of catalogs we never requested/wanted/heard of (seriously, it’s out of control), the Anthropologie catalog always puts a smile on my face. Not just because I love the clothes (although lately they’ve looked cheap and scratchy), but because they travel around the world for great photography.

When my little sister and I were kids, we’d stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom (getting ready for school or brushing our teeth, whatever) and shout, “Delia’s!” and strike a pose we’d seen from the Delia’s catalog. I couldn’t find a photo of our favorite pose, but we liked this one too:

Thank goodness catalogs have evolved since then! Now I get to see things like this come out of my mailbox:

Stunning, isn’t it? Sooo much nicer than those Delia’s catalogs of the 90s, which were usually shot in a studio. But the one thing that kills me is Anthro doesn’t print any info on their shooting locations in their magazines. Why not?! So I started googling.

According to, this photo was shot at a ranch just outside Buenos Aires in Argentina. And not just any ranch–the home of Juan Martín Zavaleta, one of the country’s top polo players. “He was kind enough to let us use [his trophies] and to treat them rather irreverently,” creative director Trevor Lunn told StyleList.

Knowing this makes me fall in love with Anthropologie even more. It just adds something to the photos. I think I’ll keep tabs on Anthro photo shoot locations from now on, so check back next time you get a catalog in the mail!

I’ll leave you with one more photo from this month’s Anthropologie catalog, and this one proves that you don’t have to go far from home to get a great shot. This one was taken on the street in Brooklyn:

Beauty really is everywhere.

August 15, 2010

America in color, 1939-1943

Going to town on a Sunday afternoon in Greene County, Georgia, 1941.

I saw this link to the Denver Post’s photo blog on Facebook this morning and have been enraptured for the past 20 minutes. These 70 images, by photographers of the Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information, are some of the only color photographs taken of the effects of the Depression on America’s rural and small town populations. The photographs are the property of the Library of Congress and were included in a 2006 exhibit Bound for Glory: America in Color.

And I am in awe. These photos look like they could have been taken yesterday, with a cast in costumes and with props. The only things I know about how this period looked come from the movies–and these images are so much realer than that. The clothes never quite fit, the hair is not quite so coiffed. And makeup? Nonexistent. You really do see some hard faces here. I can’t even imagine what this life was like.

This is my favorite.

Distributing surplus commodities in St. Johns, Arizona, October 1940.

I’m not sure how the woman (the only one dressed in white and bathed in sunlight) happened to be the only one looking at the camera. I feel like she knows something no one else knows.

And replace the English with French in this next image and it would look like a street in France today.

Grand Grocery Company in Lincoln, Nebraska, 1942.

Switchman throwing a switch at Chicago and Northwest Railway Company's Proviso yard. Chicago, Illinois, April 1943.

Marine glider at Page Field. Parris Island, South Carolina, May 1942.

You really MUST check out the rest of these images on the Denver Post’s blog. Enjoy!

June 26, 2010

Ciao Venezia!

Heading into Venice by train.

Poor little blog…I’ve neglected you for a week! And I meant to post this last night, but Ms. Anna offered margaritas, and I got a little distracted. So here we are, back with our regularly scheduled blog post, sans wedding photos. (Although I’m sure there will be more of that soon enough.)

Back to Italy! Our last stop: Venice. We were really looking forward to seeing this city. Everyone said it was going to be our favorite stop. An old city built on water with absolutely no roads? Fascinating! But to be honest, Venice must have lost some of its old charm. Someone tried to sell us cheap “Venetian” glass–made in China–or fake Louis Vuitton bags–also made in China–on EVERY corner. And for the city that is known for its risotto, you had to order at least two portions before they would even make it. As someone with celiac disease, who can’t eat pasta, that’s a pretty big deal. Thank goodness we didn’t have that problem in Rome or Florence…I would have starved.

But Venice truly was beautiful. Here’s the proof:

This guy looks a little grumpy.

We happened to be walking by as these guys rolled out this vintage racing gondola out of storage. It was awesome to see how they got this thing into the water.

According to old Venezian tradition, newly married couples put locks on bridges throughout the city, then throw the keys into the canal. Of course, we forgot ours. :( But congrats to D & T, whoever you are!

And I just love this incredible clock in piazza San Marco, even if it chimed a few minutes before the hour. Look at the colors!

And I love this view inside the church of San Marco–an entire church covered in gold mosaics. You aren’t supposed to take photos here…whoops! One of our local guides mentioned that Venice really doesn’t have museums–their churches serve as museums (and you have to pay to go into most). On our last day, we stumbled into Chiesa Santa Lucia: the church of Saint Lucy. Little did we know that the mummified body of Santa Lucia was right up on the altar, in a plexiglass display case, right next to the gift shop. Her face was covered with a gold mask, but what was left of her hands and feet were clearly visible. We didn’t take any shots of that.

But of course, one of our favorite things about Venice (and Italy in general) was the dogs.

That’s enough for now. I’m off to repot my calamondine orange tree (which I was supposed to do ages ago, but due to the lack of modern planters, I’m doing this today), watch a little soccer, and then head off to a cookout. Ciao!