Josef Koudelka. France. Paris. 1980.
Part one of an interview with Koudelka at NYT's Lens Blog
no prob, more time for me to see all the previous photos.Macrology wrote: ↑Sat Feb 29, 2020 5:02 pmBy the way, sorry I've been rather sporadic about posting. I've been writing/producing/designing a play and the past few months (the last couple weeks in particular) have been hectic. The show kicked off a few days ago, so things should get back to normal soon. I have a wedding to attend this weekend, then I should get back to more or less daily posting.
.Koudelka, from a brief intro to Exiles wrote:I once met a great guy, a Yugoslavian gypsy. We became friends. One day he told me, "Josef, you've traveled for so many years, never stopped; you've seen lots of people and countries, all sorts of places. Tell me which place is the best. Where would you like to stay?" I didn't say anything. Just as I was about to leave, he asked again. I didn't want to answer him, but he kept on insisting. Finally he said, "You know, I've figured it out! You don't want to answer because you still haven't found the best place. You travel because you're still trying to find it."
"My friend," I replied, "you've got it all wrong. I'm desperately trying not to find that place."
.I was profoundly struck by the power, darkness and tenderness of these images, the more so as they were hand-coloured by the traditional technique used before the invention of colour film - they were adorned with a whole array of outmoded junk, lace, garlands of flowers, sunshades, mirrors with heavy gilt frames, painted screens, ballet shoes, straw hats, etc. These faded knick-knacks, worn by creatures almost invariably young - child, adolescents - recall a genre much in vogue in the sixteenth century, especially in the Low Countries, the vanitas. This was a still life using symbolic objects to evoke the rapid passage of time and the insignificance of the things of this world: skulls, snuffed-out candles, hourglasses, dried flowers.