Week 35 – Christo and Jeanne-Claude

When we were looking for creative people for our #SiPgoes53 adventure a colorful image of pink islands jumped to my mind, and I added Christo to the list. It was early eighties when I saw an image that made an impression on me. I must have been 12 or thirteen years old, and saw this image in one of those glossy photographique magazines that were laying around our house all the time.
How cool was it to wrap islands with pink plastic fabrique.

Surrounded Islands, Biscayne Bay, Greater Miami, Florida, 1980-83
Photo: Wolfgang Volz
© 1983 Christo
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Me Too

When Vesa posted his view on online identities and hiding behind an artistic identity he touched upon a most interesting subject. A subject that obviously resonates with most of us as the comments were instant. Mike added his story (a completely different angle, traumatizing the Balakov family with LEGO images for generations to come) and I can only add my own, different angle to it as well. Continue reading “Me Too”

The Toy Photographer of Dreams

We all have our favourites among the toyphotographers out there. I wrote earlier about Michael Paul Smith’s wonderful miniature automobile photography, I’m a big fan. Now I’d like to say a few words about a photographer who is quite different to Michael Paul Smith. One of my big favourites: Leah Minium. You might already know her work, though, she’s got quite a few followers on her Instagram feed.

Among some personal photographs there are a lot of toys in Leah’s Instagram feed, you can spot some Star Wars action figures here and there, maybe a teddy bear or those tiny little people figures that, if I guess right, come from miniature railroads. And a dinosaur for those who know to appreciate these things.

Leah’s photos have a subdued colour scheme, they are heavily edited, yet very delicate in the end. There is a dreamy and haunting quality to her feed, it’s a world of it’s own, parallel to ours. It is kind of nostalgic too, like watching someone else’s memories and feeling uncertain whether they’re your own after all. From another life, perhaps? It’s quite uncanny, really.

Posted with permission from Leah Minium.

About Leah Minium, links to her work.