From the beautiful Locher’s collection and with a zillion thanks to Michael.
Posted in Blog,Seductive things,Shoes
From the beautiful Locher’s collection and with a zillion thanks to Michael.
Posted in Blog,Seductive things,Shoes
Laura Gonzalez is an artist and writer. Her recent practice encompasses film, dance, photography and text, and her work has been exhibited and published in the UK, Spain and Portugal. She has spoken at numerous conferences and events, including the Museum for the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York, the Medical Museum in Copenhagen, College Arts Association and the Association for the Psychoanalysis of Culture and Society. When she is not following Freud, Lacan and Marx’s footsteps with her camera, she lectures postgraduate students at the Glasgow School of Art.
Her doctoral project, completed in 2010, investigated psychoanalytic approaches to making and understanding objects of seduction, including an examination of parallels between artistic and analytic practices, a study of Manolo Blahnik’s shoes as objects of desire, a disturbing encounter with Marcel Duchamp’s last work, and the creation of a psychoanalytically inspired Discourse of the Artefact, a framework enabling the circulation of questions and answers through a relational approach to artworks.She is currently immersed in an interdisciplinary project exploring knowledge and the body of the hysteric.
Silly me, where are the shoes?
Lovely thoughts and photographs but then again it’s not surprising in light of your artist’s spirit. This particular woman reminds me so much of the “femme fatale” that occurs frequently in the Pre-Raphaelites’ works. The pose, the thinly veiled senusality and the shallow background smacks of Rossetti’s “Fazio’s Mistress”. Interestingly enough, had this been presented as a painting in Rossetti’s (or Burne-Jones’) time, it would have been a sensational scandal. Thanks
I think you have it. It is all about the scandalous: the hair, the cheeks, the background, the smile, the embroidery in the garments and then… the words. What words… what true words…