#gavin evans

[ralphfiennes-only]

Ralph Fiennes shot by Gavin Evans for Elle magazine, 1992.

[lascitasdelashoras]

David Bowie por Gavin Evans

[voguefashion]

Bryan Ferry photographed by Gavin Evans, 1994.

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Find the Word Tag

tagged a million years ago by @oh-no-another-idea to find the words fierce, alarm, only, and remark! thank!

these are from That Boy, That Girl

cw: panic attack

fierce tough strong:

[Dodgeball is] not an easy sport to play when you’re so slow. And maybe the other students have it out for you because of that, or because it’s the only safe place to push you around, but. “You’re supposed to hit people in dodgeball!” they’d say. Maybe you’re being paranoid, but it seems like the other team cheers a little louder when you get tagged out. But. And it’s the hugest but ever. Jack is in your class. He hadn’t been there yesterday, but he had said he just started, so maybe he was doing paperwork or something. But he’s fast and he has a strong arm and he’s even on your team! “Kandi, to your right!” he shouts.

alarm:

You’re halfway down the thirty-something long list, and all you need in total is three judges! You have one, so you’re a third of the way there! So close, Kandi! You can do it! You drag your finger down the notebook page to find your spot. Four more. Ten percent of your list. You’ve got this. The next name is Chef Benitez from Sugartrout. Super fancy fine dining you and Gavin could never hope to afford. The chef will probably be too busy for you. You shoot a glance over at the alarm clock on the corner of the desk. 4:03. Maybe the dinner shift hasn’t started yet? You can always leave a message.

only:

“Okay, lovebirds, break it up!” Gavin calls. Jack jerks his hands away from you like you’ve burned him. You lower your own hands and glare over your shoulder. “Mind your own business!” you shout back. “Your business is my business!" He’s mostly joking, but when you look back at Jack’s face, he’s gone pale, like he was horrified that someone might think he likes you. You wilt a little. “Don’t listen to Gavin,” you murmur. You look very carefully at Jack’s left shoulder. “He’s just being dumb. I know nobody would like me like that.” It’s the only thing you can think of to say to let Jack off the hook without calling him out. “Don’t say that.” He looks pained, like someone’s just punched him in the stomach. “I’m sure there are plenty of people who--”

remark comment:

“She has an anxiety disorder,” Gavin says gently. He softly rubs his hand up and down your lower arm as you try to regulate your breathing. He doesn’t elaborate and Jack doesn’t ask him to. Instead, Jack asks, “Would it help or make it worse if I hug you?” He pauses, seems to reconsider. Your brow pulls down. “Do you even want me to hug you?” You glance from Jack to Gavin and back again, as if asking for permission, and Gavin says, “Up to you, Kandi. Your body, your decisions.” You nod, and Jack takes the three steps that separate you and pulls you into a hug. You collapse against him, but by now your breathing has mostly gone back to normal with just one hiccupping breath every now and then. Jack doesn’t comment on your shaking hands curled in the back of his shirt. He doesn’t tell you everything’s okay. He just holds you, gently but surely, like he was always meant to be there.

tagging @winterandwords @revenantlore @loopyhoopywrites @willtheweaver to find the words soft, tree, guess, and yellow!

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

Mi piacerebbe pensare che alcuni dei miei fan si procurino dei libri, dei dischi che loro sanno io amo, dei film oscuri, delle opere di pittura, delle sculture. E' un piacere per me, perché è così che io sono cresciuto, guardando quello che i miei idoli amavano. Allora, sì, così, loro hanno accesso a me e io in qualche modo a loro. E' questa la cultura: questa trasmissione individuale molto semplice, ma che si passa in modo radicale, perché, una volta che una frase, un pensiero ti ha attraversato, non si è più la stessa persona. Non ci sono strade di ritorno con la cultura. Non si è più quello che si era.

David Bowie

Ph Gavin Evans, David Bowie, Open Edition, 2023

[ki-bowie]

David Bowie - 1995 - ph by Gavin Evans

[soupy-sales2004]

He put his hand in his pocket like a watch hawker reaching under his overcoat and pulled out a jewel case. Face-to-face, eye-to-eye, he held the box under my nose, undid the clasp and lifted the lid. A pair of sapphire blue contacts lenses stared back. Bowie was revered for his vision and foresight. He knew my work and knew I would see the subtle yet profound effect of this disguise; rendering his trademark eyes normal. I would be the first to shoot him wearing them; this would be a first for the both of us.

In 2005 I received a request from David for a print. I presumed it would be one of the flattering images from The Session. To my astonishment he chose my favourite image, one where he appears lost and vulnerable. For me this image of Bowie was different from the rest, it was intimate and touching – the antithesis of the star shot. I felt a connection by his acknowledgement of this image; we were on the same page. The print hung in his Manhattan office, and in 2012 Bowie instructed the portrait to be on the cover and the final page of the V&A Bowie Is book. And there you have it, the portrait – two personalities in the frame; David and me.

– David Bowie, 1995, © Gavin Evans | Source

[getmejones]

©  Gavin Evans, 1995