Fashion photography is not known for its adherence to reality but there are times when it can all feel a touch too straight-forward. The harsh snapshot grittiness, the slick airbrushed fantasies – all tricks of the trade used to the point where they feel familiar. We travel from point A to point B on a linear path that creates either a hackneyed story or an vaguely persuasive advertisement. Editorially there is very little to comprehend beyond the basics of who shot, who styled and who modeled. Rarely is the viewer asked to go further – to take their own thoughts and feelings and apply them to the subjects at hand.
Carlotta Manaigo‘s pictures require a bit of contemplation. Their beauty often relies on the juxtaposition of two seemingly unrelated images. A blurry shot of branches and Simon Nessman in profile, a blossoming field and the delicate face of Giedre Dukauskaite, the wildness of nature set against the fragility of youth.
How you read these pictures depends wholly on how you interpret these combinations but even without the pairings the pictures have a hazy, indistinct quality. From the soft focus, ethreal style of the shots themselves to the often inscrutable expressions on the faces of the subjects – each picture takes you to a place that is hard to explain let alone describe.