Posted on November 9, 2008 - Filed Under | Leave a Comment
All photographs were taken by my father when he was a naval officer during WW II. In the last two pictures, he is both the photographer and the man in the suit cupping the breast in the painting. His voyeurism extended to me, his daughter, as evidenced in my film.
This is my mother. My father – the voyeur, the bon vivant, the hedonist, the gastronome – what can I say, it’s obvious why he liked her. She positioned herself as a mere object. In spite of that, I do love these calendar shots. I have such mixed emotions. I love the gorgeous vintage photography but it stirs up so much rage towards my father and his objectification.