People questioned me on my views on Mario Testino‘s new book. Just so everyone knows:
I don’t dislike Testino, I actually think he’s very nice, a nice person.
I don’t dislike Rio, I actually think it’s one of the most beautiful places on earth.
I don’t dislike hot people, I actually need to have a look at beauty to strengthen my resolve sometimes.
The usual view of Rio
What I do dislike, though, is cliché. Rio has so exhaustively been shown as the land of the sexy that it just bores me to be faced with yet another batch of its people sexiness.
I truly expected more from MaRio de Janeiro Testino.
As Miranda Pristley once said: My God, I live on hope. On hope for novelty.
My French neighbors are currently on a visit here in the country. It was more than lovely to see them again and I especially appreciated the fact that we more than once got drunk with plenty of caipirinhas during lunch.
We had a nice time here in the city, but then they had to continue the tour while I had to stay and study and work. They are now exploring Rio.
Although I love the city and its magic, I’m not so fond of the people there. They are so open and so outgoing it almost shocks me. Yes, they do have a reputation for being hot, but we know how it usually goes: the prettier and hotter, the dumber and shallower (forgive me for the cliché).
Following the same train of thought, I’ve recently taken a look at Mario Testino‘s new photography book, MaRio de Janeiro Testino (Taschen, 2009). Although it’s really nice to look at the pictures and to notice and enjoy the view of those people’s sexiness, that’s about where it ends, just it where it begins.
Of course I love beauty, but there’s got to be more.
For everyone who does not care about this, just have fun and display this one much-too-shown side of the city in a nice little spot on your coffee table.