MulletProof
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^ I won't bore this thread with my whole essay on that subject you're touching on but no! I don't think a person that has no input, craft, vocabulary, etc., just enough money to buy an expensive camera and free time to consider himself a "photographer", should be celebrated just for being published in a sea of people who have been published repeatedly. No way. I refuse to reduce my expectations to mere charity. These are sad times for fashion stories but they're not that sad!
I don't think the problem was ever that Mikael Jansson or Sims were on their 700th assignment, but the repetitive work, the way virtually anyone stepping into these corporations like CN (from Sims to Vanderperre) were quickly reduced to pure commercial photography with nothing to say and their aesthetic was exploited, diluted and eroded until they became a cliché of themselves, so naturally readers will quickly get fed up and who could blame them. But I think people still want to be moved by fashion imagery that is extraordinary in every sense of the word and that is able to communicate something about either the era we're in or what floats above that (timelessness) in a way that is inviting, that at the very least makes the garments they feature mildly desirable and in the best case, makes you want to daydream or renew your love for sartorial expression with each story. What I see above is the opposite, I honestly want nothing to do with any of these clothes and if the dilemma is same ol' + suffocated by conventions versus new + too thirsty to bother getting around conventions... the reader could do himself a favor by looking elsewhere.
I don't think the problem was ever that Mikael Jansson or Sims were on their 700th assignment, but the repetitive work, the way virtually anyone stepping into these corporations like CN (from Sims to Vanderperre) were quickly reduced to pure commercial photography with nothing to say and their aesthetic was exploited, diluted and eroded until they became a cliché of themselves, so naturally readers will quickly get fed up and who could blame them. But I think people still want to be moved by fashion imagery that is extraordinary in every sense of the word and that is able to communicate something about either the era we're in or what floats above that (timelessness) in a way that is inviting, that at the very least makes the garments they feature mildly desirable and in the best case, makes you want to daydream or renew your love for sartorial expression with each story. What I see above is the opposite, I honestly want nothing to do with any of these clothes and if the dilemma is same ol' + suffocated by conventions versus new + too thirsty to bother getting around conventions... the reader could do himself a favor by looking elsewhere.