Helsinki-born photographer Osma Harvilahti is absolutely killing it with his studies in colour, composition and visual abstraction. His images are aestheticised so far to the point that reality takes on an almost sculptural feel.
Osma’s photographs seem familiar, almost as though we have already seen or have taken mental screen shots of these images of every day life - clutter in a lounge room, clothes on a washing line, a plate of fruit. It’s this perfect balance between aesthetic and reality that he has found an almost comforting place for the viewer.
“There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.”