Dana Moreno López - Self Portraits - Not Selfies
Tuesday, November 04, 2014
Dana Moreno López - Self Portrait 2014 |
Hacia 1859
el hombre que para el terror y la gloria sería Billy the Kid nació en un
conventillo subterráneo de Nueva York. Dicen que lo parió un fatigado vientre
irlandés, pero se crió entre negros. En ese caos de catinga y de motas gozó el
primado que conceden las pecas y una crencha rojiza.
El Asesino desinteresado Bill Harrigan
Jorge Luís Borges
Another female
photographer who currently may be one of the most revered art photographers,
Cindy Sherman, has only taken self–portraits.
Sometime around 2001 I
became friends with Dana Moreno López. I discovered her in a passionate essay
on how to be a model for an on line Spanish site. We have emailed each other
since and I have written about her here and here. She also wrote this for me.
Since we met on line
Dana has sent me countless photographs of herself. Many have been beautiful
nudes. We have had constant differences of opinion as she sometimes deprecates the
fact that I am a commercial photographer or a magazine photographer with an
editorial bent. I once made the mistake of openly criticizing one of her posted
images on facebook. I was crucified by a long string of Spanish photographers,
makeup artists and her friends. I had crossed the line that is most important
in facebook and that is that the world is rosy, we like everything, and to
never post anything re Palestinians/Israelis. Any advice in facebook has to be flat
design square posters in cyan telling you to love thy neighbour. I did not apologize as
I felt that the photograph that had been posted put Dana in very bad light. Since
then I have seen hundreds of pictures of her. Some, a few, feature photographs
taken underwater, by Teco Pablo Salto-Weis, that are truly very nice. The rest seem to be pseudo fashion
poses of yesteryear where Dana looks into the horizon while wearing swirly
clothes.
Dana Moreno López - Self Portrait 2014 |
I long to see more
pictures showing hands, and using much more dramatic lighting. But I am
satisfied with this latest string of self-portraits and I can only dream that
if I pointed my camera at her I just might take a photograph that is almost as
good.