Dmitri Kasterine: Felicity and Anna

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Felicity and Anna

As we were chatting about my temporary studio—the potting shed at the Garrison Institute that was probably once a carriage house, I looked towards the place where I wanted my subjects to stand. A toad sat there. We stared at him for half a minute and he then lazily hopped on to the bricks and disappeared under one. He did not reappear so we got on with the photography.

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PinkhamsterOctober 21, 2011 at 2:33 PM
Maybe it was Antonin R. Toad.
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John GreeneOctober 27, 2011 at 12:05 AM
I like this one very much. The same complimentary head and expression harmony that made those two in 'Massage Therapy' so endearing works just as well here too. The way the daughter is nestled in her mothers arms against her lap as well, pictures a sense of togetherness I simply can't imagine described adequately merely in words. Against the harsh austerity of the bricks and gray wall (creepy dark shadow on the right notwithstanding), these two absolutely shine. Really nice.
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ERDOctober 28, 2011 at 8:11 PM
I think it looks like a painting with Felicity and Anna superimposed in the middle. Love the layered leg, arm and arm.
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From the photographer

I started this blog in December 2008. At the time I did not know if I would enjoy it or not, and whether I would get any response to it. I am enjoying it and people have responded. I made a silent pledge at the outset not to say much about my artistic intentions or the composition of the photograph. I would just talk about what led up to taking the picture and what it was like doing it.

The discipline is actually not a strain for me, because I do not desire, and really have never been capable of discussing my intentions, artistic or otherwise. My wanting to take a photograph appears as fast as a bolt and without warning when I spot the subject. I then take it or not, depending on how brave, awake, or fumbling I am with the camera. I enjoy exploring, looking for things that stop me, or frighten me. To fear to take a picture usually means you want to take it.

dmitri@kasterine.com

Biography

Born in England in 1932, I started out as a properly brought up young gentleman with an English mother and White Russian father. He fought wars all his adult life and died in a car accident in the North of England at the age of forty-seven.

Photography came to me at aged eleven, photographing birds at the bird feeder my mother put up outside the kitchen window. After the acute disappointment of the birds being minute specs in the picture, I did cows in the fields around us in Kent.

After the wine trade, Lloyd’s, racing cars, selling cars and flying aeroplanes to Australia, I became a photographer. I photographed my friend’s engagements and their weddings. I worked for magazines and advertising agencies.

I was sent to Los Angeles to photograph Mick Jagger, returned to England via New York where I met Salvador Dali in the elevator at the St. Regis Hotel. Thence started my interest in living here. Three or four years later I moved to America, remarried and lived happily ever after.

Dmitri Kasterine

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Felicity and Anna

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