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The past decade has seen a well-deserved revival of interest in the books of travel writer Patrick Leigh Fermor. Now it's time that his wife, Joan Leigh Fermor (1912-2003), gets her due--as one of the greatest photographers of her generation. In her lifetime, Leigh Fermor was hailed--and hired--by John Betjemen and Cyril Connelly, and she was recognized as a powerful recorder of the London Blitz. But the true scale of her achievement was only realized after her death, when a treasure trove of photographs was discovered documenting the landscape and culture of Greece between 1945 and 1960. Through Leigh Fermor's fundamentally democratic lens, we meet Cretan shepherds, Meteoran monastics, and Macedonian bear tamers. She brings the same intimate eye to architecture, while showing just as much facility in the panoramas of landscape--all clearly animated by a love of Greece. This book, drawn from a collection of five thousand images held by the National Library of Scotland, offers our first chance to see Leigh Fermor for what she was: a twentieth-century master.… (plus d'informations)
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For years Joan stood in the shadow of her much more famous husband Patrick Leigh Fermor. Hus accounts of travelling around the Caribbean, his World War two exploits and his 'great trudge' across pre-war Europe are well known. Thankfully Joan is now getting some attention. Her biography by Simon Fenwick is well worth reading for greater insight into her own life.
One of the things that she was most famous for before the war was her photographs, most notably of the London blitz and architectural photos. After separating from her husband, she headed out to Egypt and it was there that she met Paddy. After the war then ended up in Kardamyli, in the Mani, where they put down roots and eventually built their own home there. She never gave up the photography though, and this book drawn is from an unknown treasure trove of photos that was discovered after her death.
It is quite a special collection that Olivia Stewart & Ian Collins have drawn together. In here are photos of Paddy and the people that were in their circle of friends, but there is a much richer seam of life that she has captured from Greece. In here she has captured the buildings and people that inhabit the landscapes in a series of beautifully composed images. Even though these are a curated selection from an archive of 5000 images, she is a photography of some talent. Each of the images have some element that captures the eye, the people, the places or just the energy from the subject matter. The second part of the books is a biography of her and her work, not as comprehensive as Simon Fenwick's book, as you'd expect, but this is about the photos and shows her mastery of the subject. This beautiful book is essential for any fan of Patrick Leigh Fermor. ( )
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The Aegean is seldom a bare expanse of sea. Islands float on the horizon as faint and immaterially as smoke and their outlines harden as the shortening distance enlarges them into the contours of sleepy dragons half submerged that slowly stretch their limbs and change shape until their towering concavities heave high above the ship, suspending their white villages and their battlements overhead. The breeze carries the smell of thyme over the bulwarks and the goat-flocks, scattered on the ledges of precipices like the quadrapeds in cave-paintings, fill the air with their jangling bells.
- Patrick Leigh Fermor, Remote Archipelago
A spell of peace lives in the ruins of ancient Greek temples. As the traveller leans back among the fallen capitals and allows the hours to pass, it empties the mind of troubling thoughts and anxieties and slowly refills it, like a vessel that has been drained and scoured, with a quiet ecstasy. Nearly all that has happened fades to a limbo of shadows and insignificance and is painlessly replaced by an intimation of radiance, simplicity and calm which unties all knots and solves all riddles and seems to murmur a benevolent and unimperious suggestion that the whole of life, if it were allowed to unfold without hindrance or compulsion or search for alien solutions, might be limitlessly happy.
- Patrick Leigh Fermor, Mani
The ribs of caiques assemble above the froth of shavings like whales' skeletons. Humorous, sardonic, self-reliant men live there, lean from their war with the elements, ready to share their wine with any stranger. At nightfall they assemble under the branches outside the single ramshackle taverna. Now and then, after a good catch, if musicians are handy, one of them performs a slow and solitary dance for his own pleasure, and then rejoins the singing and the talk...The expression is wary, energetic, amused and friendly and their demeanour is a marine compound of masculinity, independence and easy-going dignity.
- Patrick Leigh Fermor, Roumeli
Yet truth, like love and sleep, resents Approaches that are too intense
- W. H. Auden, New Year Letter, transcribed by Joan into her journal
The good marriage is rather one in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude and shows him this greatest trust that he has to confer. A togetherness of two human beings is an impossibility and, where it does seem to exist, a limitation, a mutual compromise which robs one side or both sides of their fullest freedom and development.
- Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet, transcribed by Joan into her journal
When we are dead, some Hunting-boy will pass And find a stone half-hidden by the tall grass And grey with age: but having seen that stone (Which was your image), ride more slowly on.
- Hilaire Belloc, The Statue, transcribed by Joan into her journal
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The past decade has seen a well-deserved revival of interest in the books of travel writer Patrick Leigh Fermor. Now it's time that his wife, Joan Leigh Fermor (1912-2003), gets her due--as one of the greatest photographers of her generation. In her lifetime, Leigh Fermor was hailed--and hired--by John Betjemen and Cyril Connelly, and she was recognized as a powerful recorder of the London Blitz. But the true scale of her achievement was only realized after her death, when a treasure trove of photographs was discovered documenting the landscape and culture of Greece between 1945 and 1960. Through Leigh Fermor's fundamentally democratic lens, we meet Cretan shepherds, Meteoran monastics, and Macedonian bear tamers. She brings the same intimate eye to architecture, while showing just as much facility in the panoramas of landscape--all clearly animated by a love of Greece. This book, drawn from a collection of five thousand images held by the National Library of Scotland, offers our first chance to see Leigh Fermor for what she was: a twentieth-century master.
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One of the things that she was most famous for before the war was her photographs, most notably of the London blitz and architectural photos. After separating from her husband, she headed out to Egypt and it was there that she met Paddy. After the war then ended up in Kardamyli, in the Mani, where they put down roots and eventually built their own home there. She never gave up the photography though, and this book drawn is from an unknown treasure trove of photos that was discovered after her death.
It is quite a special collection that Olivia Stewart & Ian Collins have drawn together. In here are photos of Paddy and the people that were in their circle of friends, but there is a much richer seam of life that she has captured from Greece. In here she has captured the buildings and people that inhabit the landscapes in a series of beautifully composed images. Even though these are a curated selection from an archive of 5000 images, she is a photography of some talent. Each of the images have some element that captures the eye, the people, the places or just the energy from the subject matter. The second part of the books is a biography of her and her work, not as comprehensive as Simon Fenwick's book, as you'd expect, but this is about the photos and shows her mastery of the subject. This beautiful book is essential for any fan of Patrick Leigh Fermor. (