Graham Reid | | 1 min read
For the life of me I can't remember any of the details of this collage other than I was presented with about half a dozen albums by women jazz singers . . . and all of them presented themselves in a kind of sultry come-hither imagery.
I get the idea of "if you got it, flaunt it" and that women get to decide exactly how they want to present themselves, but . . .
I never really thought Diana Krall for example needed to go the whole steamy route, she was a damn fine singer and songwriter.
I doubt Tony Bennet chose to sing with her because he thought she looked good in a negligé.
There is a piece at Elsewhere somewhere about a jazz singer who -- and I guess it is her -- is photographed naked from behind on stage before an empty hall and she is holding a guitar.
Nice arse and so on, however the woman concerned wasn't a guitarist but a pianist, and I am guessing she never went on stage naked either.
So this collage just imploded a bunch of images of women . . . and the carnivorous Pitcher Plant is there because . . . well it'll be as obvious to you as they were being.
Some while back I wrote a whole column about how women present themselves on album covers and posters with particular reference to that "naked" pianist.
It was Melody Gardot and this was her cover.
Make up your own mind on whether this adds or detracts from how seriously we should take her talents.
For other Art by Elsewhere go here.