Excuse me ma'am, where ever did you find those delightful chartreuse
leopard print leggings with black lace accents and jingle bells adorning
the waste band?
Oh, these old things? I've had them forever...
Sooo...is this what we refer to as an individual sense of style, or is style reserved for attributes of sixty year old jazz musicians and haute couture? I like to think the former is the more accurate description. The dynamic nature of style draws us in, speaks to us, and allows us to decide whether to wrap up in it or kick it to the curb. Without style (insert cringe here) there is no style (insert moody sax chord here) It is a culmination of qualities that draw in the viewer, listener, wearer, etc. Chartreuse leopard pants lady probably feels just as sassy in her leggings as I feel in my little purple dress. Go figure.
All that being said, when discussing photography, my favorite examples are what I would call striking. There is something about them that makes me want to literally consume the qualities they possess, to somehow digest them and regurgitate their essence in my own work. Here are some examples:
I love the bottles, I love the crates, i love the color, I love that the photographer has chosen an angle which allows a light, dark and midtone gray to provide the backdrop.
Two words: wall. paper.Two more words: yay for off center!...oh wait that was four...
Love the lighting and the camera position.
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