Ellen Von Unwerth has it all going on. Sexy, saucy and sensual, her photographs are the only kind I can imagine blutacked to the dressing room mirrors of the Victoria's Secret angels, as a stedfast monochrome pin-up of inspiration. Forget the slut and sleaze of the Playboy mag, Von Unwerth captures the naughtiest sides of girls with enough flesh to get tongues wagging and enough class to affix them between the glossy ads of Vogue. In my opinion, it's rare to capture eroticism in fashion photography that isn't goodytwoshoed or cliched; Von Unwerth gets straight down to the gristle of the shoot, and her photographs are an utter joy to peruse. I honestly can't remember what sparked this post, I think I probably saw something about Von Unwerth on my home-from-homepage, a.k.a Vogue.com, and got looking at her pictures again. I've been a fan for a long time, but never really appreciated how much she had contributed to not only the fashion world, but the film and music industry. Her talents have clearly affected all walks of life. But so seems the blessing of being under the scrutiny of a high definition lens. Before the camera was clasped firmly between her facile fingers, Von Unwerth modelled, and years of being a subject has grafted her into quite the photography master. How wunderbar.
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