“Twelve” by Greg Kadel for Let’s Panic Magazine #4, 2018

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Posted Jan 16, 2018

Daphne Groeneveld breaks through the fourth wall in this compelling tale of art and access by Greg Kadel for Let’s Panic Magazine #4, 2018. Art displays in the most fantastical ways as we watch the story unfold. We are able to see the evolution of the female animal appear. With an exquisite mix of avant-garde application and natural expression, this editorial evokes a kind of neo-natural approach to artistic exposure. Kadel captures our imagination with his unique use of In Your Face Photography. Getting up-close and personal isn’t just a trick used to pull you into the image, it’s an action taken to break down the fourth wall that stands between you and your audience. He dances so close to the line we feel our bodies breaking through the dimensional space. His ability to bring us in while still giving his models freedom to move, is a craft he has truly mastered. And that eloquent offering allows us to explore a new way to view. Here we are able to see first hand the value of that momentum reaching it’s potential.

Paul Cavaco uses the dimensions of designs as a point of connection between chaos and couture. There is no break between the bond of the seer and that of the seen. Art and fashion fuse together making this a tale of two truths told in one. Cora Emmanuel manage to maintain power through the primitive use of her unparalleled profile. Kadel snaps her from the back giving us a taste of her fine face. Wearing tones of silence, Issa Lish and Annie Tice stand out in a sea of black and white. Their makeup is the done/undone look, with features that speak naked chic. Malgosia Bela sneaks into the mix wearing a wild combination of leather/knit. Ice, blue eye-shadow makes an appearance, as the piece is zipped up over her mouth, showing only a hint of her side profile. Evocatively dressed each image injects a sense of spirit sent into overdrive. Alek Wek has some fun with high fashion, wearing plastic boobs with a bra to match. The so called ~ breast plate ~ is done in a pinkish tone, making the look strangely compelling.

Daphne blasts onto the page in a riotous rage, falling somewhere between a haute couture clown and a decadent Dracula. The look redefines extreme, with avant-garde makeup matched with natural hair. This combination is nothing less than divine. The palate of her skin plays against the icy blue/white of her fur coat, as a powdered hue tints her brows and a cream base covers her face. Black circles the orbital area giving the illusion of a sunken surround, while blood, red lips look naturally unnatural. And then we move forth into the subtle silence of Guinevere van Seenus. Her bare skin is interrupted as strikes of straight lines pass over her naked eyes. Charcoal marks make quite an impression as high design insight drama. Fulvia Farolfi matches the mania of Yuka Mannami’s hair with the boldness of her beauty. Jagged cuts create a masterpiece, as magenta, blue, pink and blonde pieces are placed in-between her natural dew. Ward Stegerhoek builds up wigs of wonder as he stacks layers of multi-colored hair. Done to perfection, coiffure is crafted to match the cosmetics with circus like appeal.

Next we are graced with the beauty of Bhumika Arora. The intensity is driven by the fact that we never see her eyes open. Her poetic features are shown in the shadows as her long, faux lashes are tinted in white. Leaving us with the exotic beauty of Sora Choi, under one eye she weeps crystal tears and the other we see drawings of graphic dimension. Usually an editorial highlights one aspect of physical artistry, hair or makeup. Here, we have a creative blend that brings both sides to the proverbial table. Stegerhoek creates coiffured enhancements that don’t just keep up they compel. Natasa Vojnovic puts this concept to the test with a dew that dares to go outside the lines. Her long, blond locks have been replaced by a short wig shorned into another dimension. Kirsten Owen ends with a bang – literally – as the front of her hair falls over her face sending a message of strength. Distinction is seen through the eyes of despair as we watch the blue of her eyes pierce through the air.