Love and photography

The photographs that I like are those that speak about love. I like the pictures where couples go kissing. No, I'm not a voyeur woman, but I like to talk about love, although during this time I find myself single.

The image that struck me most during these years was the last photograph of John Lennon alive. Annie Leibovitz was the apartment of John and Yoko Ono on December 8, 1980. She’s working for Rolling Stone magazine. Hours after the photo shoot, John was killed by Mark David Chapman, his admirer, who shot him four times. Finally, Rolling Stone published on January 22, 1981 that it would cover the story. In other words, the love story of John and Yoko would be a posthumous tribute to the feelings of the musician.

I can’t help feeling chills looking at that photo. It's a special feeling because it was the last photo of John Lennon alive. When I look in my head sounds like "Imagine" and I want to cry. Photography is so strong, I tremble when I remember or see. In addition, I’m excited the contrast is between the naked body of John and Yoko's fully clothed body. No matter what Yoko has represented in the life of The Beatles. I can only feel the love that is like to see the photo.

The same happens when I read the biography of Annie Leibovitz. She was partner Susan Sontag, a great essayist whom I like and I read in college. But she died in 2004. Annie was once his love affair with Susan was romantic, so Sontag's departure was difficult for her. Annie has three children through a surrogate mother. She turned 61, but it looks radiant and your photos are still wonderful.

That's why I like love stories. Not only the typical coming out on television. I like true stories of love, surviving at the death and the grief of losing a loved one. The photograph bears witness to these words. A picture can make me cry all day.