Once again we celebrate the anniversary of the death of photographer David Hamilton, to whom Max owes much.
Max used to regularly show his pictures to the grand master of light and both worked on new methods to improve the style of romantic photography.
The following pictures have been shot in the beautiful South of France on real genuine film, the same way and with the same camera David used in the 1970’s.
Our special thanks go to Bilits, Stella and Yuna, who where fantastic models with the perfect feeling for the scene.
The text and poem below the pictures were provided by Olivier Mathieu.
They match perfectly with the pictures of Max and honour David Hamilton
Please click on the image to enlarge.
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David Hamilton starb am 25. November 2016. Wir werden Ihn nicht vergessen. Er war der große Meister des größten Geheimnisses, des weiblichen Geheimnisses. Hier ist ein Gedicht für David Hamilton und über das weibliche Mysterium.
David Hamilton est mort le 25 novembre 2016. Nous sommes quelques-uns à ne pas l’oublier. Il fut le grand maître du plus grand des mystères, le mystère féminin. Voici un poème pour David Hamilton et sur le mystère féminin.
David Hamilton died on November 25, 2016. We will not forget him. He was the great master of the greatest of mysteries, the feminine mystery. Here is a poem for David Hamilton and about the feminine mystery.
David Hamilton è morto il 25 novembre 2016. Alcuni di noi non lo dimenticano. Era il grande maestro del più grande dei misteri, il mistero femminile. Ecco una poesia per David Hamilton e sul mistero femminile.
Le mystère, infini, cède ou échappe en l’une
Ou l’autre, et se reforme: ainsi, quête d’exil.
Qu’il s’éloigne ou se donne au soleil, à la lune,
C’était moi, le mystère: aussi m’en souvient-il.
Telle fut ma recherche: amoureux des prisons,
Amant de liberté, poète ivre d’images,
Funambule fendant l’orage outre horizon
Et la boucle est bouclée, à la fin le naufrage.
Peut-être n’y eut-il ici aucun mystère
Autre que celui peint derrière mes paupières.
Au sein du temps donné, combien de moments ronds?
Combien de leurs échos chanteront les colombes?
Combien gésiront morts, étendus sous leurs tombes?
Sous leurs tombes, combien étendus gésiront?
The mystery, infinite, gives way or escapes in one of them.
Or the other, and reformed: thus, a quest for exile.
Whether he moves away or gives himself to the sun, to the moon,
I was the mystery: that’s why I remember it.
That was my search: prison lovers,
Lover of freedom, poet drunk with images,
Tightrope walker splitting the thunderstorm beyond the horizon
And the loop is closed, in the end the shipwreck.
Perhaps there was no mystery here.
Other than the one painted behind my eyelids.
Within a given time, how many round moments?
How many of their echoes will the doves sing?
How many will lie dead under their graves?
As always the pictures in the video and on our site are available in different sizes and strictly limited to 300 copies.
Each picture is autographed by the Max Stolzenberg himself, titled and dry stamped to ensure originality.
Some of the pictures have not been published before and it is still possible to get hold of the number 1 of 300 prints.
Pictures can be ordered here.
Just let Bilitis know which picture you want to buy and which size you want and she will arrange everything for you.
Prices and sizes can be found on our shop page.
We also highly recommend to visit sour atelier. Here you can convince yourself of the high quality, painting like, pictures and the wonderful workmanship of our limited prints.
Max uses only analog cameras and genuine film for his artwork!
