When I look at your photographs, I feel joy.
I feel I don’t have to put on a mask. I can just be.
When I look at women in your photographs, I sense how loved they are. They’re wholesome, warm, intelligent, and always sophisticated. And that love, that pure state in which they appear in front of the viewer in your images, it’s infectious. One can’t help but love these women, too.
You tapped into something beyond lights, sets and makeup. You’ve inspired thousands of young photographers around the globe, which makes me hopeful that your magic didn’t die with you.
Rest In Peace, Peter Lindbergh.
Peter Lindbergh, 1944 – 2019