Friday, March 25, 2011

The Divine Miss Rampling


There are so many photos of Charlotte Rampling in a sexual context. I don't see her that way, rather I see her as a highly refined woman, interesting, wise, intelligent. I have always found her eyes to be her most memorable feature, don't you think? Piercing and razor sharp, as I would imagine her wit and intelligence.




image via


Le Figaro Madame Madame recently asked Catherine Deneuve and other actresses what their definitition of being a Saint Laurent's woman. Here is Charlotte Rampling's answer:



What's your idea of feminity?
A Saint Laurent tuxedo with a very beautiful jewel on your jacket. High heels and your favourite perfume.
According to you, what's the "Saint Laurent woman"?
She knows that allure accounts for everything. She knows that she needs to understand how to be in her body and in her mind. After that, she just needs to be dressed...in Saint Laurent of course!
Are you a Saint Laurent's woman?
I am from times to times, since I am 20 years-old, a Saint Laurent's woman.
A woman should never leave home without...
...her mobile, her makeup powder, her lipstick, her debit card, her keys, because she needs to go back home at some point.
What's the height of elegance?
My mother.



On Being an Angel


Autobiographical photos of the great Francesca Woodman, certainly a woman before her time...




















It Must be Time for Lunch Now-1979 (Woodman was 21 years old here)


Francesca Woodman, American photographer, born April 3, 1958, in Denver, Colorado, to well-known artists George Woodman and Betty WoodmanWoodman attended public school in Boulder, Colorado, between 1963 and 1971 except for second grade in Italy. Her on and off travels to Italy would result in her being fluent in Italian. She began high school in 1972 at the private Massachusetts boarding school Abbot Academy, where she began to develop her photographic skills. 
Beginning in 1975, Woodman attended the Rhode Island School of Design and graduated in 1978. She moved to New York City in 1979 and tried to make a life as a photographer, to no avail.
In late 1980 Woodman became depressed due to her work and to a broken relationship. On January 19, 1981, she committed suicide by jumping out a loft window in New York. An acquaintance wrote, 


"things had been bad, there had been therapy, things had gotten better, guard had been let down."


Woodman would have turned 53 this coming April 3 had she lived. One can only wonder what she could have accomplished in her 53 years after going over her body of work that exists today...