Welcome to Heimat. An enchanted trip through Bavaria with Ellen von Unwerth.
Ellen von Unwerth’s puckish humor pervades the pages of Heimat, an enchanted tour around Bavaria. The renowned fashion and music photographer revisits her childhood homeland to shoot a posse of gorgeous girls out for fun and adventure amid the region’s undulating fields; age-old traditions; and deep, mysterious
Ellen von Unwerth can’t stop laughing. The German photographer, 63, is bouncing around the Taschen gallery in West Hollywood in her sneakers, attempting to talk through the images from her latest exhibition and art book, Heimat.
“So heimat means Fatherland or Motherland or where you were born and where your roots are,” she tells me. “Bavaria is not my heimat, but we wanted to make a parody of the whole Bavarian thing.”
The whole Bavarian thing, apparently, involves supermodels frolicking nude in Alpine meadows, performing suggestive acts with sausages, udders and holy virgins, sledging topless, spanking one another in dirndls and generally enjoying the fecundity and vigour for which the southern German slopes are celebrated. “Oh, ja, it’s very sexual there, even the clothes they push up the bosoms and there are lots and lots of sausages, ha ha ha,” she explains. “But you see so many images that are dark and depressing at the moment. All these sad women being sad! So I figured, let’s show girls having fun and enjoying life.”
Von Unwerth has a peculiar talent for getting famous and beautiful women (Claudia Schiffer, Madonna, Naomi Campbell, Rihanna, Kate Moss) to remove their inhibitions – and frequently their underwear – while retaining control. Her images are often provocatively sexual, but it’s usually her subjects who are doing the provoking. “I always give them something to do,” she confides. “When somebody’s not moving I get bored. I take two pictures and I say: ‘Great, I have it now.’ But I love the body in movement. I like the nude body in movement.”
The fashion world adores her for this. You could tell from the raucous launch party for Heimat, where Arnold Schwarzenegger improbably rubbed shoulders with Yolandi Visser, and most of the models from the shoot ended up jumping in a swimming pool. Von Unwerth’s Instagram feed is also one of the few that make fashion weeks actually look fun. On International Women’s Day, the fashiony corners of Instagram were awash with tributes to her: “You bring fun, sexy, craziness to set. I always enjoy pushing my boundaries, embracing my femininity/sexuality and of course my personality always loud and proud when we work together️,” wrote one model, Alexina Graham. “Ellen von Unwerth’s playful and empowering photos are such a joy to be a part of and I am so happy she is there to represent women in such a male dominated profession!” wrote another, Syrie Moskowitz.
It is clear that everyone had a whole lot of giggles in Bavaria. Von Unwerth motions towards an image of three women topless on a sled: “This model is Miss Russia and she brought a lot of vodka to the shoot. So they were drinking behind my back in the snow.” Von Unwerth is not much given to analysing. When I allude to the “male gaze” she has no idea what I’m talking about. When I find myself grasping for the word “pornography” she shoots back: “Have you ever seen a porno?” Well, one of your pictures does literally depict two people having sex in a hayloft. “It’s more inspired by a B-movie sense of camp. I wouldn’t say porno.” (After our interview, one of her assistants calls me to make sure that I don’t think it’s pornographic.)
Of course, the word I should have reached for was erotic. Or perhaps simply German. “Look at the scandal there was with Janet Jackson over here,” she says referring to the Super Bowl nipple slip of 2004. “It was a boob! It’s something you should be proud of and not hide. Especially if it’s nice. Ha ha ha ha! In Germany it is not like this. Even if you go to a park in Berlin in the summer, everybody is naked and playing frisbee. You would get arrested if you did that in LA.”
Von Unwerth was born in Frankfurt in 1954 and grew up in an orphanage and a succession of foster homes. She has no recollection of her parents and not much inclination to reflect on their absence. “It’s what made my life,” she says. “I was free from influence and I was able to take the best from everywhere. I don’t really have a heimat.” So her heimat is wherever she happens to be? “Exactly.”
She moved to Bavaria aged 16 to join a commune and later went to study in Munich. “On her first day at university someone said: ‘Hey, would you like to do a modelling job?’ And I turned around and never went back to university.” That led to a shoot for the German magazine Bravo, which in turn led to her being signed by Elite models in Paris. “I kind of hated modelling, but somehow I did it for 10 years. I was not really the exhibitionist type. It’s hard psychologically to be a model. And mostly people told me not to move when I was posing. I just wanted to be like the girls in my pictures now.”
It was only in 1986 that she first started taking photographs herself – a boyfriend lent her his camera on a fashion production in Kenya and she ventured into a nearby village to shoot local children. “I came back home and showed them to my friends and they were like: ‘They’re really good, Ellen!’ Because models are supposed to be stupid. I was surprised myself because I wasn’t so interested in photography. I had never learnt how to do it.”
Her images were published in the French magazine Jill, and she went on to shoot for i-D, the Face, Interview and Vogue, in the vein of her greatest influence Helmut Newton. It was a shoot with the then unknown Claudia Schiffer for French Elle in 1988 that made both of their careers. “She was a sweet girl and I didn’t think so much of it, but when I looked at the pictures, I called my husband [music producer Christian Fourteau] and said: ‘Doesn’t she look like Brigitte Bardot? The teeth, the eyes?’ Soon after we did the Guess jeans campaign and it was a jumpstart to my career.” She also discovered Eva Herzigová (“she’s oozing with vitality”) and Nadja Auermann, and shot the infamous 1995 Playboy shoot that announced that Drew Barrymore was no longer the girl from ET. She has remained in demand even though the smartphone era has cheapened the art.
“It’s not special any more to be a photographer,” she says. “Even when I take a picture, everybody stands next to me and takes the same picture. Five minutes later it’s on everyone else’s Instagram and I’m old news – so I’m forced to take pictures on my iPhone too.”
She tells me she can usually tell the difference between a photograph a man has taken and one a woman has taken. “But I find it crazy how women photograph themselves all the time. When I was a girl and looked in the mirror, my stepmother would come in and give me a slap. There was this idea that if you did that, the devil would get in you and steal your personality. Now everyone does this. I ask models sometimes, ‘Do you have to take so many selfies?’ And they say: ‘Only when I take selfies do I get likes.’ It’s sad! Narcissism is so celebrated in our society, sometimes people lose interest in other people.”
Heimat by Ellen von Unwerth, price £650, is published by Taschen as a collector’s edition of 1,500 copies, each numbered and signed by the photographer. For more information, go to taschen.com
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