Haughty poses, arched brows, balletic leaps—the tropes of fashion photography have populated the pages of magazines for a century. All that drama and aspirational hoo-ha often comes at the expense of intimacy. The artificiality is the image.
In that way, Pamela Hanson isn’t a fashion photographer with a capital F. You may regard her pictures as something that would seem right at home in your own album, if you were exceptionally lovely, lived in Paris, New York City, Saint-Tropez, or some equally charmed spot, and if you had a command of light and composition. In other words, Hanson makes it look easy.
