by I was watching the movie Rebecca last night and I was struck for the millionth time by the answer to Joan Fontain’s question “What was Rebecca really like?” And Farley answers, “I suppose she was the most beautiful creature I ever saw.” Even as a child, before I ever heard the word feminism, I remember thinking, what the hell kind of answer is that?? She didn’t ask what she looked like. That answer doesn’t tell you anything about Rebecca and what she was like. It enraged me. It still bugs me.
I took this picture on my way back from Phoenicia the other day. It was around sunset and New York looked like a city of gold. Between the lighting and the soft focus of shooting through a bus window, my photograph looks more like a painting. A Hopper-esque painting. Or maybe more Maxfield Parrish. But look at this, it’s a photograph! There are no special effects, no post-production manipulation besides lightening the exposure a little. I want to make a poster out of it.
Maybe David Hockney? Paintings, not photos, that is.
Or, perhaps Hopper’s late work – Office in a Small City?
But I think it’s fantastic without any comparison. A true Stacy Horn.
Awww, thank you! I can’t really take credit, so much of that was due to happy accidents.