And now Peter Lindbergh has bitten the dust.
I have no idea what happened, of course, but I wonder if he knew it was coming soon?
Looking at his latest work, which you can find on petelindbergh.com, gives me the impression that he had reached a new level of photographic peacefulness in his work; there's a sort of gentleness that I don't remember seeing so clearly, almost as if love is coming straight into and out of that camera.
Have a look at the Numero shoot of this year, with Birgit Kos:
http://www.peterlindbergh.com/stories/174Pictures that could have had an entirely different projection -with the same light/location/clothes - are softly expressed, which was not always his way. Of course I could be projecting my own mind and hindsight here, but I think it's more than that at work. I think he knew; yes, I think so; I think he was making a last, gentle, visual statement of sorts.
Rob
P.S.
Went out and did something unusual: bought British Vogue, perhaps his last issue, unless something else has been shot and sits at the printers waiting to come out. Funny thing: I don't really want to open it.
