Lukasz Wierzbowski

I’ve written before that in a world full of Urban Outfitters aspirants, Lukasz Wierzbowski’s work is singular; his best images lack the affected melancholy and commodified hipsterism common to that sort of photography. Whether contorted or unambiguously direct, his figures at times remind me of Egon Schiele and other fin de siècle expressionists who similarly punctured bourgeois pretensions by asserting something slightly unseemly just beneath the superficially lovely. Lucas Wierzbowski on flickr