12 years ago
Monday, September 10, 2012
Jean Mohr's photographs
I am haunted by the photographs in this piece, especially the photo of the boy in the Grease t-shirt. The boy, whose age is unknown, though my guess is that he is 9-10 years old, seems wise beyond his years. His stance--hand on his hip, body swayed to one side--and his gaze directly into the camera offers a challenge to the photographer/viewer. "Sure. Take my picture. And don't forget me because I won't forget you. Or this place. Or what has happened to my country." The Grease t-shirt is wrapped in unintentional symbolism and irony. Likely the shirt was provided by aid workers in the refuge camp he lives in. Did aid workers understand the symbolism of a young refuge boy wearing such a symbol of western culture and dominance? Did the boy wear the shirt as an act of defiance, to usurp that western dominance and pervert it with his own act of defiance? I wonder what happened to this boy. Is he still alive? Does he live in the west? These are the questions that haunt me, that have haunted me for ten years, and that will continue to do so until I can find the answers I seek.
Here's a link to a blog post about Jean Mohr's photos in this essay. It is from the blog I cite below as one of my favorites.
http://www.stonesoferasmus.com/2006/09/jean-mohrs-photographs-of-boys-in-after.html#more
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Miss Peregrine's pictures
I will be first to admit that Ransom Riggs is only a mediocre writer. Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children is only a mediocre novel. So what really attracts me to this text are the pictures and the role they played in the book's origins. I love the idea of taking "real" photographs and crafting a story around/about them. The visual image communicates so much, but we don't always take the time to "hear" it, nor do we take the time to consider the impact the image has on us.
The image that I love best is probably the least peculiar photo, that of Abe and Emma lying on the blanket. It is such a real moment. You can see the adoration Emma feels, and the disconnectedness of Abe. The photo could tell a thousand stories, but the fact that the woman loves the man more than he loves her is unmistakeable.
I like all the other photos and I wonder about the photographer who spent so much time in a dark room manipulating them. What was their original purpose? audience? How did they find their way into flea markets and the hands of collectors? What other his/stories could they tell?
The image that I love best is probably the least peculiar photo, that of Abe and Emma lying on the blanket. It is such a real moment. You can see the adoration Emma feels, and the disconnectedness of Abe. The photo could tell a thousand stories, but the fact that the woman loves the man more than he loves her is unmistakeable.
I like all the other photos and I wonder about the photographer who spent so much time in a dark room manipulating them. What was their original purpose? audience? How did they find their way into flea markets and the hands of collectors? What other his/stories could they tell?
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