^slippers by Bona DragI can't wait to do this when I retire my ballet slippers this May.
After the birth of his daughter Jack Radcliffe (like most parents) felt moved to document her growth. His photos aren't limited to the typical first bike ride and her first holidays spent swathed in crinoline dresses. He wanted to see everything. He wanted to remember Alison sulking with Siouxse Sioux-esque eye make and even documented the first time he caught her smoking. He wasn't afraid to capture her after she'd shaved her head. Or if he was afraid he used photography to confront those moments when being a parent was a little scary. My own mother would have kept a hat on me had I ever shorn my own hair off. But Radcliffe was interested in the journey his daughter embarked on finding herself. Unlike a usual family photo album Radcliffe sought the truth of her emotional growth into an adult.
After hearing few mentions of Laura Marling over the past year I decided to look her up. I was immidiatly swept into a world of haunting tales and got out my guitar to learn some of her songs. In my favorite so far, "Night Terror", the insturments weave a ghost story but the lyrics are relateable. You can feel her helplessness and determination in a situation that any of us may face: wanting to protect someone you care for but finding yourself helpless as well.
Is he a man or a ghost? I don't know. But he certainly looks out of this world.