In a new project called “I’m Not A Look-Alike!”, Canadian photographer François Brunelle brought together unrelated strangers who could be twins. He invited these pairs of dopplesträngers (I’m coining that term by the way) to his studio and photographed them together. These pictures are kind of blowing my mind. Click through to see more people who totally look like they should be related but aren’t. [Design Taxi]
There’s no such thing as “too perfect” in the age of Photoshop. Reconstruct eyes, mouths, noses, cheekbones, entire faces? Turn real, blemished human skin into smooth sculpted porcelain? Make full thighs slender, small breasts large, protruding bellies flat? Well, if you can do it, then why not? We’re so accustomed to the image of widespread flawlessness that permeates our pop culture-consumed social climate that our own physical errs seem, frankly, unnatural. If we could apply digital image-altering tools to our flesh-and-bone beings, would we ― and how? “Photoshop in Real Life,” a photo series by Hungarian artist Flóra Borsi, uses satire to explore the darker implications of vanity insofar as we vie to alter ourselves to meet unattainable standards. Check out the rest of the photos after the jump, and more of Flora’s work at her Facebook page. [PetaPixel] Keep reading »
Meet Dave Engledow and his daughter Alice Bee. When Alice was born, Engledow wanted to document her life and their relationship in a unique way, so he started taking these elaborate photos with her, in which he’s depicted as the anti-World’s Best Dad. They are hilarious, sweet, and such a fantastic tribute to their relationship that Alice will be able to treasure as an adult. Check out tons more of his photos on Fotoblur and donate to his Kickstarter here.
When photographer Julia Kozerski lost 160 pounds following her wedding in 2009, her weight loss journey culminated in a beautiful–and heartbreaking–nude portrait series called “Half,” which explored the emotional repercussions of losing half of your self. But in addition to these striking artworks, Kozerski was also documenting the process in a more casual, intimate way: in the dressing room with her iPhone. She didn’t plan to share these photos with anyone (she took them to map her progress), but I’m really glad she changed her mind. The pictures aren’t aesthetically perfect, they’re just real, and it’s fascinating to see an honest illustration of someone in the process of transforming their body in such a radical way. For Kozerski, these quick iPhone shots are intense reminders of a confusing time: “I recall the thrills of trying on smaller sizes and the satisfaction of feeling more attractive, even sexy,” she told NPR. “More so, I remember the devastation of not recognizing the person reflected back to me in the mirror.” See all the photos on Kozerski’s website.
When astrophysicist Carl Sagan said, “We’re made of star stuff,” he was speaking about the fact that human beings are quite literally composed of elements that were forged within the cores of stars that went supernova. “Some part of our being knows this is where we came from,” he posited, “because the cosmos is also within us.” Photographer Ignacio Torres wanted to illustrate this amazing concept, so he used glitter, dust, and dramatic lighting to produce a series of photos like this one, which “suggest [a] celestial creation.” Check out more of his stunning images, presented in GIF form, on his website. [Scientific American]
I am much too obsessed with Paris for my own good, especially considering that I’ve never been there. I’m enamored of the idea of it, so when I do eventually go (and, by God, I will), there is a decent chance that I will be hideously disappointed. With that in mind, I’m significantly less interested in purchasing tickets to Paris than I am in purchasing photography books that portray it as idealistically as I do in my head. Why go all the way there just to be let down when I can sit right here and just pretend that I’m there and it’s awesome? Paris, Portrait of a City, “the true family album of all Parisians,” is just the glossy 544-page photo book I need to sustain my delusions, and with its chronological layout spanning photographers from Daguerre to Cartier-Bresson, it’s a solid lesson in European history, too. We’ll always have Paris, after all. [$69.99, Taschen]