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  • Best of the Best: Francesca Woodman

    written by basterda on 2011-12-02 in #lifestyle
    Best of the Best: Francesca Woodman

    "Things looked funny because my pictures depend on an emotional state... I know this is true and I thought about this for a long time. Somehow it made me feel very, very good." – Francesca Woodman

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  • Ellen Rogers: Instilled with Lustre and Wonder

    written by basterda on 2011-04-22 in #lifestyle
    Ellen Rogers: Instilled with Lustre and Wonder

    Ellen Rogers' timeless fashion photographs emanate alluring beauty and subtle seduction. They portray dream and grace and they transport you in another era of aura and solitude. She breathes and lives in her darkroom. She is an artist of analogue photography.

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  • A Prologue to Ellen Rogers' Sepulchral Series

    written by basterda on 2011-04-26 in #news
    A Prologue to Ellen Rogers' Sepulchral Series

    If you adored our recent feature interview with Ellen Rogers, you will definitely be enamored with her upcoming monthly contribution for the Lomographic community. Let us accompany her and delve into her coemeterium as she shares with us the inner pulchritude of her works.

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  • Tree

    shared by thecheekyscamp on 2012-05-29

    Kodak Aerochrome, Orange Filter, Rated at 320 ISO, C-41 Dev

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  • #14345276

    shared by lazybuddha on 2011-09-27

    As I spent more time with her, my love for her grew, matched only by her apathy for me. But I didn't care, she was special and she made me feel special. She was popular in a way I could never have imagined. Just walking on grass felt like being on the red carpet and people came to my home day and night. I flattered myself it was me that drew them but I knew deep down they only sought a glimpse of her. She imbued even the most mundane with a surreal beauty and I envied her...envied her and loved her.

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  • #14345259

    shared by lazybuddha on 2011-09-27

    As I spent more time with her, my love for her grew, matched only by her apathy for me. But I didn't care, she was special and she made me feel special. She was popular in a way I could never have imagined. Just walking on grass felt like being on the red carpet and people came to my home day and night. I flattered myself it was me that drew them but I knew deep down they only sought a glimpse of her. She imbued even the most mundane with a surreal beauty and I envied her...envied her and loved her.

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  • #14397926

    shared by lazybuddha on 2011-10-04

    I felt like I knew her now, at least as well as one could. She was sensitive yet easy to be with, not the fickle, high maintenance girl I'd imagined. She always forgave my clumsiness. I understood that she had others, she gave her love so freely, so innocently, that I couldn't be jealous. I was happy to visit them and try and catch a glimpse of her. After all I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that she was as transient as life itself, and when she was gone, she would be gone forever.

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