There is a reason I am so attracted to performers. Their ability to express that innermost, human condition on a stage never ceases to dazzle me. The vulnerability it takes to get up there, lights-a-blazing – and belt out a song, a monologue, a performance of any kind for that matter is nothing short of brave. Carla Lippis is one of those performers whose heart rests solidly on her sleeve. The madness, the melancholy – it’s all there in a sixties style bad gal rumble.
Over the last few months, we have caught up in New York, London and back in Adelaide. I knew I had to bring her into my new studio to shoot before she once again boarded the plane to jettison off to her dreams with musician husband Geoff. The two of them are a candle burning, only getting brighter and brighter as they traverse, what can be, the tough road. But I believe what will be, will be. When you have something that pulls you forth, reaching out from your very gut that you must share with the world, the people will listen.
Below are a selection of the images we took together. In the studio, behind the scenes or on the street – my photographs of performers are a direct collaboration between myself and them, translated through the lens with some sexy lighting. Carla darling, you turned it on.