Roses are the most operatic creatures in anyone’s garden. They require their own stage and demand exquisite attention—woe betide the rudely grasping hand. Budding daintily, they swell and burst forth in thrilling coloratura. Erotic suffusion is also in their repertoire: the pale-pink petals of an ancient alba rose inspired the name cuisses de nymphe émue, often translated for delicate ears as “thighs of a blushing nymph.” Perhaps no other flower has been so adored by artists. One thinks of the poets Robert Burns and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, photographers Edward Steichen and Irving Penn, and the painter Georgia O’Keeffe. By now, however, this lingering on genus Rosa carries the peril of sentimentality. Which makes photographer Nick Knight’s show “Roses from My Garden”—first exhibited last summer at Oxfordshire’s Albion Barn, and now on view at Waddesdon Manor, in Buckinghamshire, through October—even more glorious.
Knight, whose only tattoo is a rose, prefers to be called an “image maker,” befitting his restless technical and imaginative explorations. His rose images are billed as still lifes, but there is nothing still about them, just as there has never been a still moment in Knight’s lauded commercial and editorial fashion work. He started his career in the late 1970s, shooting pictures for a book called Skinhead,and went on to produce influential advertising campaigns with Tom Ford, Calvin Klein, and Yves Saint Laurent. Knight continues to collaborate creatively—he’s lately worked on several projects with Kanye West. And the video he made with John Galliano for Maison Margiela, it’s a mesmerizing, supersaturated acid trip, filmed in negative, and all about the movement and play and delight of light.