Elodie Hunting

I don’t know who Elodie Hunting is. I love the name. And I’d like to say, publicly, “Welcome to Pixels, Elodie.” I love your name … it rhymes with melody. Someone else may have pointed that out sometime in your life; I’m guessing here.

Elodie sent in another image similar to this one. Both caught me by surprise – they are very bold, obviously, almost meant to shock. But they are subversive in that she didn’t take these in the easy direction, say to high contrast black-and-white: instead she lets warm skin tones shine through the scarf; she holds the detail of the folds and creases of the soft and translucent material to suggest bondage gear; the ornamentation on the crown of the headpiece suggesting a spinster’s shawl at church on Sunday. And the bra strap – I love that Elodie goes against another convention by having the woman fully clothed: this is not erotica in the normal sense, another jolt. This picture is … a conflagration of style and impulses, textures and form. It’s almost like American Gothic meets Butow Maler.

And then, of course, we are left with the woman. She sits, mute  (passively or defiantly?) as we gaze at her. Are her eyes open? If she could speak, what would she say?

Simply incredible, Elodie.

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