My post on Simen Johan got me thinking about the photograohy of Jill Greenberg. You undoubtedly have seen her work in the glossy pages of virtually every hip magazine on the market today or on a local billboard near you. While I respect her stylish take on the people you want to know these days, it is her fine art that really gets me. In particular, her 2001 series of monkey portraits just slays me. Each one conveys such extreme personality that I find myself considering adding one of these fellows to my menagerie of pets. I know, I know, that means diapers and the potential to have my face ripped off after years of happy cohabitation but really, look at these guys (and please enjoy the names of each – so fitting and funny). Maybe I should just stick to the photographs…
Haughty:
Oy Vey:Mala Centerfold:
Dude: