LIPS By Laura Fitzpatrick
This photo is from my close-up London projects.
It amazing how different something can look and feel the closer you move in.
I love how the close-up on John Keats lips has a POP ART feel and how red his lips are. If you didn't know this close-up was a man you may think it was a woman with red lipstick on.
The Romantic poet John Keats (1795-1821) studied to become an apothecary (the forerunner of a general practitioner) at Guy's from 1815 to 1816.
Lectures he attended included the principles and practice of surgery by the famous surgeon Sir Astley Cooper, later a member of the Council of King's. Ironically this medical training made Keats a good nurse to his brother Tom who died of tuberculosis, leading to Keats's own death from the disease at the age of 25.
Keats's desire to become a poet led him to abandon medicine soon after he completed his training. His 'Ode to a Nightingale' recalls:
The weariness, the fever and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs,
Where youth grows spectre-thin, and dies.
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LIPS By Laura Fitzpatrick
This photo is from my close-up London projects.
It amazing how different something can look and feel the closer you move in.
I love how the close-up on John Keats lips has a POP ART feel and how red his lips are. If you didn't know this close-up was a man you may think it was a woman with red lipstick on.
The Romantic poet John Keats (1795-1821) studied to become an apothecary (the forerunner of a general practitioner) at Guy's from 1815 to 1816.
Lectures he attended included the principles and practice of surgery by the famous surgeon Sir Astley Cooper, later a member of the Council of King's. Ironically this medical training made Keats a good nurse to his brother Tom who died of tuberculosis, leading to Keats's own death from the disease at the age of 25.
Keats's desire to become a poet led him to abandon medicine soon after he completed his training. His 'Ode to a Nightingale' recalls:
The weariness, the fever and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs,
Where youth grows spectre-thin, and dies.
A NEW WAY TO SEE THIS AMAZING CITY
REFLECTIONS OF LONDON
Laura Fitzpatrick Urban Photographer LONDON
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