Senta Simond at Foam
The familiar tango of artist and model plays overhead at any figurative photography show, especially when the two are of opposite sexes, or attracted to the sex of the other. The one behind the camera aches to be seen as a brilliant artist by the one before it, who in turn wants to feel reborn as the vision of the former. They dance around each other until exhaustion flattens them both.
Swoon, click. Sex, click. Spoon, click.
That narrative ran out of words before it could reach Senta Simond, the Geneva-born photographer whose latest work – a photography book titled Rayon Vert – lays bare the strength, softness, and clarity of the undirected woman. The new exhibition of her work, Foam 3h: Senta Simond – Rayon Vert runs September 7 through October 28 at Foam.
Simond’s work is gentle to look at, but brutally honest at the same time. It’s as though she’s captured the je ne sais quoi of French women and – in true French fashion – made no big deal about her discovery.
“Of course we knew this,” her photographs seem to say. “We’ve known all along. You mean to say you’re just finding out now? Ah, coucou, what a poor, ignorant thing you are.”
The viewer’s attention is drawn easily to the forms of light and shadow, but there’s another party in this threesome: a nude, rust-kissed pink, as plush and inviting as the coveted southernmost anatomy of the models. The photographs work in harmony, impossibly aware of each other, yet incapable of caring any less about sharing space.
We’ve assembled a select few favorites from this effortlessly sexy show and encourage you to get to know Simond’s work. You just might learn something.