If you have ever met Fredric Johansson in person, you will be mesmerized at his personal style. He is a walking advertisement for Oak NYC. And, once you realize that his wardrobe IS his personal style, you are, then, lost in those deep blue ocean eyes framed by a blonde mop top and exquisite cheekbones. Yes, there is a deity among us. But, this one has the most cutting sense of humor. And, Fredric is as smart as a whip. Once I overheard a conversation of his where he flipped from talking about modeling to the global economy and how it was affecting Brazil. WTF?
So, on Sweden’s last full night in The City, he allowed me to photograph him one more time. I had an ambitious idea of having him ‘America’d’ out. So, I had a flag painted on his face; styled him from head to toe denim topped off with a huge cowboy hat. I wanted to use cowboy boots. But, I found combat boots to be the most fitting given our time in the present. How very American, I thought. Sweden became my new version of America lost; My sentimental dream of a foreigner making his way in NYC to find success; A Warholian Lonesome Cowboy or Midnight Cowboy (cuz we shot in Central Park at 2am).
I love when I can find that connection with my camera to any person. It is magic. And, you photograph or paint or weld or sculpt, you understand what I mean when you find that moment. And, Mr. Johansson went on my crazy journey: jumping, laughing, lurking, crying or whatever I asked, he delivered. Thanks Sweden for your time; And, continued success. Go rock Paris and Milan.
Styling by me of course. And, the make-up was done the great Michael Gwaltney (he did the concept and make-up in 30 minutes). Thanks to Mr. Bonaparte at Next. You rock too.