There are things that you can handle. There are things that you canâ€™t. And then thereâ€™s Marla Singer.
Marlaâ€™s punk-pop-meets-magic-realism is something you donâ€™t come across very often. Creativity with its roots in childhood, a love of fashion and art studies. Marla delivers imagery that scorches the eye of even the most seasoned hipster. Her years in Paris are reflected in her work. Bohemian streets are seen in her images, as vivid and wild as ever.
She takes a lot of time on retouch, but she shoots quickly. Itâ€™s a matter of technique that you canâ€™t handle. And yet, however donâ€™t-fuck-with-me or oozing with street credibility Marlaâ€™s images are, the other side is always present. Girlishness â€“ and to some extent even innocence â€“ penetrates her style.
So, my son, go in peace â€“ but thou shall not forget these imagesâ€¦