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Magazine: Doingbird #13Photographer: Danko SteinerModel: Natasa Vojnovic

Magazine: Doingbird #13
Photographer: Danko Steiner
Model: Natasa Vojnovic


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Cal Lane

Lane is intrigued by contrasts in feminine and male conventions, and uses her welding torch to cut doilies and baroque patterns into mundane objects such as wheel barrows, I-beams, dumpsters and shovels.  These objects, once relied upon for their durability, are transformed via oxyacetylene torch into delicate and decorative skeletons.

Cal Lane

Lane is intrigued by contrasts in feminine and male conventions, and uses her welding torch to cut doilies and baroque patterns into mundane objects such as wheel barrows, I-beams, dumpsters and shovels. These objects, once relied upon for their durability, are transformed via oxyacetylene torch into delicate and decorative skeletons.


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Coming Up Roses
Harper’s Bazaar, February 2007
Photographer: Sølve Sundsbø
Gown by Alexander McQueen

Coming Up Roses
Harper’s Bazaar, February 2007
Photographer: Sølve Sundsbø
Gown by Alexander McQueen


Dream and MagicVogue Italia August 2007 Photographer: Tim WalkerModel: Stella Tennant

Dream and Magic
Vogue Italia August 2007

Photographer: Tim Walker
Model: Stella Tennant


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 Atonement

 Atonement

an afternoonThe notes of a song, picked out singlyon a piano. The hands mistaking. The eyesmoving among the objects presented to them.Picking and choosing. Testing the qualitiesof a certain kind of vision: single, flat,unpenetrating. Things are so simple, it seems to say. You never know, she says,you hardly ever know. Once I was happy.

Halvard Johnson

an afternoon
The notes of a song, picked out singly
on a piano. The hands mistaking. The eyes
moving among the objects presented to them.
Picking and choosing. Testing the qualities
of a certain kind of vision: single, flat,
unpenetrating. Things are so simple, it
seems to say. You never know, she says,
you hardly ever know. Once I was happy.

Halvard Johnson