Rayne Tupelo (self-portrait)
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You really ought to be following image maker/model Rayne Tupelo if you aren’t already.
Her modeling work exemplifies an unusual comfortable-in-her-skin explicitness you don’t often see.
As comely and edgy as her modeling work is, for me it takes a back seat to her images. Her experience before the camera almost certainly defines how she operates behind it. She shoots models with varying body types and while she does not demanding the same level of openness from them that she expects of herself, her portraits are shot through and through a precocious acceptance of/respect for vulnerability and beauty.
If I could ever get up the courage to photograph complete strangers (or you know, get behind a camera again for that matter), although I’m a fan of Cam Damage, Nettie Harris and Kara Neko, I’d want to work with Ms. Tupelo.
