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Blake Wood's photographs of the great Amy Winehouse are far from revelatory, says SUSAN DARLINGTON
Amy Winehouse performs during the Oxegen Festival 2008 at the Punchestown Racecourse, Naas, County Kildare, Ireland
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RON JACOBS recommends an important book that enhances the oppositional theories put forth by Fanon and, in doing so, remakes psychology itself
Amy Winehouse
by Blake Wood
(Taschen, RRP £30)
AMY WINEHOUSE was as well-known for her image as her music when she died in 2011. In this book Blake Wood's aim is to present “the person, not the persona” with these previously unseen photographs of a woman who is nearly unrecognisable when stripped of her rats’ nest beehive and elaborate winged eyeliner.
Aspiring photographer Wood and the Back to Black musician met and became friends in 2008, at a time when she was being hounded by the media and battling with addiction. He hung out with her in London, where they spent time doing handicrafts and making pillowcases out of old T-shirts, giving him the opportunity to catch the singer at her most unguarded and intimate moments.
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