Foam Party
Guy Bourdin and I
Hasselblad Heaven
Domestic bliss
Patti Smith

I love this nude portrait of Patti Smith, shot by Robert Mapplethorpe in 1976.
Pull me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel when I'm in your hands
Take my hand come undercover
They can't hurt you now,
Can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Vintage Matt
To Corinne Day

One of my favourite British photographers died on Saturday. I have a revered respect for Day for fiercely fighting against commercial trends and remaining true to her vision of the craft and still maintaining a very sucsessful career. Credited with discovering Kate Moss and creating the "waif" look that changed British fashion, Corinne Day was, a decade ago, one of the world's most influential photographers.
But she turned her back on the airbrushed glossiness of magazines, complaining "they're stale, just about sex and glamour, when there are other elements of beauty." Despite shooting covers for Vogue and influencing catwalk couture, Day grew disenchanted by commercial success. She said she "aspired to reportage" and started producing more intimate, sometimes brutal, portraits of her friends and the un-orchestrated minutiae of their everyday lives.
Such is Day's compulsion to catch every human experience on camera, that when she herself was diagnosed with a brain tumour, she made sure her boyfriend recorded her entire hospital experience. He only did it, he said, "to take her mind off what was happening".
She says, "Photography is getting as close as you can to real life, showing us things we don't normally see. These are people's most intimate moments, and sometimes intimacy is sad."
This is a sad day.