Showing posts with label portraits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label portraits. Show all posts

Monday, November 5, 2012

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Marriage

Marriage (Film Portrait Collage) X, John Stezaker, 2006

Monday, April 4, 2011

Portrait of Bald Man from Rear

Cellulose negative in loose files, portrait of bald man from rear, location unknown. New South Wales Police Dept. [click image to enlarge]

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Antonietta Gonzales


Portrait of Antonietta Gonzales, Lavinia Fontana, circa 1595

The text on the paper reads in translation: ’Don Pietro, a wild man discovered in the Canary Islands, was conveyed to his most serene highness Henry the king of France, and from there came to his Excellency the Duke of Parma. From whom [came] I, Antonietta, and now I can be found nearby at the court of the Lady Isabella Pallavicina, the honorable Marchesa of Soragna.’

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Caroline Blackwood by Walker Evans




Caroline Blackwood, Walker Evans, c 1957-58 (most likely in New York)

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Francis Bacon by Lucian Freud 1957


Francis Bacon, Lucian Freud, 1956-57 (oil and charcoal on canvas, 35.5 x 35.5 cm)

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Three Studies for Self-Portrait 1976


Three Studies for Self-Portrait, Francis Bacon, 1976

Francis Bacon by Jane Bown 1985


Francis Bacon, Jane Bown, 1985

Jane Bown talks about what it was like photographing the artist Francis Bacon in his London studio,
in The Guardian, October 10, 2008.

Francis Bacon by Jane Bown 1985


Francis Bacon, Jane Bown, 1985

Monday, January 10, 2011

Cecil Beaton by Francis Bacon


Cecil Beaton in Group Portrait with Friends, about a portrait Francis Bacon painted of him in 1960; cited by Simon Ofield in his essay
Cecil Beaton: Designs on Francis Bacon (p. 33). A short while after it was finished Bacon destroyed the painting. Ofield writes:

Bacon rang Beaton and explained that he did not want him to have a painting he did not like. Beaton wrote in his diary that evening that
he was sorry the canvas was ‘destroyed and that there is no visible result from all those delightful, interesting and rare mornings’.