So says David Leddick in the forward of John Casado's new self-titled volume. From page one of this sexy and alluring volume one can easily see that John Casado is no Helmut Newton, nor does he probably wish to be. His images are marked by a distinct dream-like quality that reminds me more of the early work of Henry Fox Talbot or the motion studies of Edward Muybridge. Only this time John Casado replaces the calculated processes of the afore mentioned masters and instead pulls his subjects from the dark corners of human imagination.
John Casado himself writes, 'I had to find a way to express both the symbolic darkness and the inherent purity and grace of the naked body. Today, nothing about the body is sacred anymore. What is left is the mystery of how people interpret the figure for themselves and the symbols they attach to it.' It seems his efforts have paid off and then some.
Limited to a print run of only 1,000 signed copies this is one collector's item the serious lover of the nude should snatch up as quickly as possible. With a price tag of only $48 you would be hard pressed to find a limited edition publication of such high quality for a cheaper cost.
