It happens

Hello, Karl.

I'll begin with the question: do you believe in coincidences? Seems like they surround me everywhere and sometimes it looks like someone's tips in an uknown game.

Today I've been looking through Jose Ortega y Gasset's book and I remembered Philippe Starck. If the first one used to say that art is elitist for its nature, then the second had happily put the art of design on mass-production wheels. Ta-dah! Art of good-living came closer to anonymous consumer. But that doesn't matter.

Why haven't been I surprised when few hours later I met a pleased Starck's physiognomy in the book of Helmut Newton's photographs? Among the naked women, mannequins and pubic hair Starck looked just like his objects.

What do you think about Newton? Isn't he outstanding? I doubt you can find any other photographer, whose works would contain so much of pure naked sex. And what about his shoes-heels-and-other-stuff fetishes? Freud would get insanely thrilled.

What do you think of when taking photos? I've seen some of your works... I wonder, how much do Lagerfeld photographs cost?

Good night!

photos by helmut newton. (c) temple.edu