Ah, I think he's ready to start doing photojournalism, sorry story-telling, in India.
I guess he wanted to play with the "larger than life" idea... in any case, it would have been cruel to ask anyone to go out in public dressed in the Chanel gear on p.261. What would Coco have thought? I think she'd have swallowed her cigarette in shock.
At least by the time he got to p.347 his technique was better (although since it's sequenced by designer rather than date...)
By the headdress, I'd have guessed North America... Never thought the day would come I'd volunteer help to PL, but here goes: Pete, baby, next time you wanna drop in a figure from the past - or future - do make her edges a bit blurred; it goes with the hurry in which she finds herself, and moderates (oops!) the obvious signs of scissors, real or virtual. That'll be two hunded bucks, please.
;-)
Rob
P.S.
Many years ago I bought and still have, a book called
Sirens of Costasmeralda (sic) by Marco Glaviano, a very accomplished Sicilian photographer who made it big in the States in the fashion and magazine world. This was the second
Sirens book... I bought it for two reasons: I had worked in Sardinia a couple of times; I saw some pics from his original
Sirens (but not the book itself), a filmic shoot, and therefore expected something wonderful. The something wonderful turned out to be spotting the same cloud formations cloned into parts of different pages. It was a digital shoot. The women? I didn't have hysterically brilliant luck from Sardinia either. It wasn't the girls I chose. One I used in Mallorca, too, so she's excused blame, and the other was a very attractive Swede (Mona) working in London, but the weather betrayed us both. Shooting Kodachrome through a light Nikon A filter didn't cut it, theory aside. Dismal remains pretty dismal, and filter colour is, well, filter colour. But spray from enraged sea looks cool. As does watching lightning hit the sea just outside the hotel.