Είκοσι χρόνια φωτογραφίας μόδας. Archaeology of Elegance: 1980-2000 Twenty Years of Fashion Photography

Archeology of Elegance is an exceptional and dynamic collection of 200 superb photographs by sixty-two of today's most acclaimed photographers from Robert Mapplethorpe to Peter Lindbergh, Miles Aldridge, Herb Ritts, Ellen von Unwerth, Nick Knight, David Lachapelle and Jean-Baptiste Mondino, presenting fashion photography as art. 

  

  

  

   

   

  

      

   

    

During the past twenty years, there is no question that fashion photography has become a driving force for new directions in fashion, design and cosmetics and a vital source of ideas for the visual arts and design–manifesting itself in forms as diverse as punk rock, glamour or high-tech futurism. 

According to culture critic Ulf Poschardt, fashion photography has become the new, almost self-sufficient leitmedia of international culture, a culture that is expressed increasingly in visual terms. As seen in Archeology of Elegance, this once commercial and functional craft has become, without question, an art form in itself.

Roots Manuva, Movements

Lyrics:

I bring you tents and girth to this homegrown range

Bona fide what you hear, tis the sound of pain

But pain leads to gain so we dare not stagnate

We elevate to that next state, motion divine

Glisten like crystal ball and stand tall

With this knowledge and overstanding

Enterprise landing, bringing dem new brands of buff

Yes, we come proper with potency

Ain't no blood in my body, it's liquid soul in my vein

I dance on a thin line of sane and deranged

And it's all criss once I get neatly in the cipher

Chat like pickney to the piper that pied

As this natural mystic blows through the air

These lessons of life become crystal clear

Precision of my vision is ital

Separating sharks from the blessed is vital

Now I can smell a rat coming from a mile round the corner

One time I bored ya, twice you can't couf

No, we won't stop rebuke thee

You satanics, you fools can't recruit me

Not now while there's

[Chorus]

Movements fi make, typhoons grew

Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through

Movements fi make, typhoons grew

Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right

I'll slap the bacon out your mouth, dance upon your sarnie

Rolling with Jah bredren dem, God-blessed army

How the hell you gon stop this tide from steady coming

Run and catch in tune with the elements

At speed we proceed, traction for action

Hot 125, government goons get dashed to the side

Too big to slide now, though they try to disguise

I can still recognize devilworks when I see it

Weakheart disciples keep weakheart friends

Always had a hate for what their weakhearts defend

They fiend for that crack, ain't no one to tax

We might run home and smoke a brown bag of seed

Best believe that these times is treacherous

And I know not how else I'm supposed to act

But stand close to culture roots-fi

See me getting deft with that two-step shuffle

Haggling others who for the cause

Reigning with that roots type terror

Freaking at your weakhearty era but

We build, move and prove that we don't suffer fools.