The last month or so I have been completely and utterly enamoured. Not with a recipe or kitchen tool. Not even with a item of clothing or piece of music, but with the personal photographic work of Brian Ferry.
There is something very quiet..and restful about Brian’s work. Whether shots of his breakfast at home or plates of food at the eateries and events he visits there is a reflective nature that has me completely captivated. I find my eyes transfixed and my mind wandering; populating the missing elements of his pictures with my memories and daydreams.
It’s not simply because he is a New Yorker living in London, while myself a Londoner in New York, connects to the aesthetics of his pictures through a literal familiarity. But rather there is an intangible quality that gives the work an inexplicable ‘more’ that is felt rather than seen. Tomatoes topped with coarse pepper on bread on a picnic table, pork pie slices, raspberries in yoghurt, cafe tables and Colemans mustard. Simple things in nature, but different through Brian’s eye.
all images by brian ferry