Introduce a favourite photograph

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I think this thread got eaten by technical problems, so here goes again. Introduce a favourite photograph. Here's one of mine:

I first saw this photograph when I was working in a public library in the early 1980’s.

We were disposing of old stock and a copy of Riefenstahls “Last of the Nuba” and “People of Kau” were in the pile. I was immediately captivated by this picture, which is on the cover of “People of Kau” and took the books home. I still have them.

Later, at college, I began to learn more about Riefenstahl and although my pleasure in this picture (and both the books) hasn’t diminished things have become a bit more complicated.

So why did this image work it’s magic on me? The easy things first, I think. Riefenstahl used Agfa colour slide film, which had a particular range of warm and muted colours that were attractive and distinctive. My own early experiments with photography were conducted with Agfa CT18 colour slide film and (Kodachrome aside) I think it’s one of the finest colour films ever made. It’s also worth mentioning that this whole series of pictures was made with a Leica rangefinder camera, a device more than capable of getting the most from the Agfa film and with a charisma all its own. I own one love using it.

Secondly, this is a beautiful image of a beautiful face. The make up and paint designs add a strong sense of otherness. This is a beautiful stranger but is no empty anthropological record shot. The sitter has an expression that invites empathy. He’s been caught in a pensive moment, which has given him dignity and a chance for viewers to think “however strange, he’s a bit like us”. I’m only human – how could I not be interested?

Which is where the deeper thinking begins for me. When Riefenstahl went to Africa to photograph her lost people, she was trying to get as far from her history as she could. I don’t think she succeeded.

She was one of the greatest artists of the 20th century and like many of her era and nationality she was totally compromised by her encounter with National Socialism. In every way she was a lucky woman – she escaped with her life and was able to pick up her career very successfully. Only her reputation was badly damaged. The tag of Nazi propagandist followed her through most of her life and she was judged accordingly, if sometimes unfairly.

So what was she up to here? And how conscious were her intentions?

Her two greatest works (the films “Triumph of the Will” and “Olympia”) showed the world clearly where her interests and those of Nazism coincided. Ideas of physical perfection, warrior nobility, victory of the strongest and politics as spectacle abound in both films.

They’re still present in her Nuba and Kau photographs. Essentially the question (uncomfortable one for the viewer who loves these pictures) is: was she a racist? Are we enjoying a rerun of the “noble savage” mythology and could these pictures be perverted into “evidence” of racial inferiority?

Nothing I have read about her suggests that she was a racist. She was never a member of the Nazi party and initially turned down the commission for “Triumph of the Will”. Hitler more or less had to order her to do it. “Olympia” was commissioned by the international Olympic committee and its production was obstructed at every turn by the propaganda ministry under Goebbels. Only when it was released did he realise how it could be exploited to further the Nazi cause. There is no evidence that she took part in or supported racist persecutions and mass murder under the Nazis.

So I think we can clear her of being a Nazi. But she was still a good old-fashioned imperialist. Her pictures of the Kau and the Nuba, however warm and sympathetic, have much in common with the imperialist passion to collect, preserve and catalogue the cultures they dominated, founded in a belief that western (white) culture was “better”.

Indeed, this very act of organising cultures according to western ideals became a means of domination in itself. This project has left us with little idea of what the Nuba and the Kau thought of her and her activities.

So the discomfort remains. Riefenstahl was a product of her breeding and her times. She turned this raw material into great art while failing to accept any responsibility for the way her work could be exploited for evil ends. The ghosts of that failure haunt all these pictures and should haunt their viewers too.
 

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I think this thread got eaten by technical problems, so here goes again ...

Yup. Some very thoughtful and detailed replies disappeared. Too bad.
 
Yes, some good things went poof.

I'll offer up this this image:
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Now, I'm sure that many of you have seen this image, probably many times. In certain ways, it's iconic. Yet, it's also an interesting story in itself.

The day, June 13, 1948, was the 25th anniversary of the opening of Yankee stadium. "The House that Ruth Built". That day the Yankees were holding the cerimony to retire Ruth's number. The New York Herald-Tribune's regular sports photographer had called in sick that day so they sent the 33 year old former copy boy named Nat Fein who usually photographed the "human interest stories". He arrived early and was stunned to see just how sick Ruth really was at that time. Later at the cerimony, the Regular Sports Photographers all wanted to get a shot of his reactions to the cheering crowds, but Fein felt that his haggard looking face wasn't what people wanted to see. Since the story was about Ruth's number 3 being retired, he decided to focus on that. Since the only place the number was visible was from behind, that's where he stood with his personal Speed Graphic (that his mother had needed 3 co-signers to get the $90 loan for). And unlike the Regular Sports Photographers, he shot using the available light rather than using a flashbulb.

Ruth was dead 2 months and 3 days later. Fein's shot became, in 1949, the first sports photo to win a Pulitzer. For us, it's a good lesson in how to think outside the lines.

If you'd like more detail, there is an excellent article in the July 2006 issue of the Smithsonian magazine.

William
 
I was looking for the thread too. I may be wrong, but I think it may have been deleted by Jorge for going against the posting guidelines in the FAQ.

Rule No. 6 - No Public Posting of Copyright Material
6) You will not upload, attach or post any material you are not the creator and/or copyright holder of. It is however acceptable to post links to publically accessible material.


So before I retype my post to the old thread about my favorite, I'd like to see if this goes poof too.
 
In my post, I used an image URL to a copy on the George Eastman House website. Is that an acceptable practice, joe?

William
 
I apologise to anyone who read a far better-written version of this yesterday. It was lost along with many other posts.

To say that this is my “favourite” photograph would be grotesque - like saying “King Lear” is a “nice” play - yet it is a photograph that awes me: “Grief” AKA “Russia, 1942”
by Dmitri Baltermants.

I think that only the German master Matthias Grunwald has depicted hopeless misery more graphically, and perhaps only Goya the madness of war.

The photograph depicts the discovery of a minor atrocity at Kersh in the Crimeam, in 1942. The original contact sheet survives and we can folow the photographer as he walks along the road, drawn towards a distant group, and finally discovers this.

Several things strike me. Baltermants maintains a certain distance from his subject. He has stopped exactly where we would stop, at what one might call the point of recognition, when the full nature of the scene is revealed. There is no attempt at cheap exploitation or emotion. He thrusts no camera in the face of the wretched woman caught in an instant of heart-rending recognition. His subjects retain immense human dignity, but they are also utterly alone. No-one looks at anyone else, bar the two women who have found their dead. The loneliness of grief is overwhelming.

Baltermants was no stranger to Christian symbolism, which constantly informs his work. Here I think we find echo of the Pieta - the traditional depiction of the Virgin mourning the dead Christ or perhaps a inverse resurrection, where the living are found dead - yet I cannot help but notice the strange shadow in the pool: one might think the corpse of the dead man was rising towards his widow. Most of all, I think of the words of St Matthew’s Gospel - “In Rama there was a voice heard, lamentation and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not”. The photograph is perhaps best seen as a counterpart to Baltermants “Road To War”, which makes the connection with Calvary explicit.

Finally, what impresses me is what this photograph is not. It is not a call to revenge, it promises no triumphs, It pictures despair, not anger. and simply says “this is so. this is what people do”. For that reason I rather regret the overly burnt-in sky. I can see why it was done - but I think it adds a touch of lurid theatricality which may distance the viewer from the reality it depicts.

I believe this image is uncopyrighted.

Ian
 

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One of my favorite photographs is from Robert Frank's The Americans. His photos, in general, reward thoughtful appreciation.

An example of Frank's black humor directed at politics, I find this photo taken at an Adlai Stevenson campaign rally simply amazing. The tuba (?) covering the head of the central figure is a play at the mindlessness and facelessness of politics. The two other cropped figures alongside him are equally faceless. The flags above him appear like cartoonish balloons with strings.

Brilliant.
 
I have many favorite images, but this is one image that someday I hope to own for myself. This was the first image that I saw as a young photographer, "Windowsill Daydreaming", by Minor White, where I realized that a photograph can represent something other then just the thing itself. That somehow, it can be transcendant of reality, be representational of feeling. It still raises the hairs on the back of my neck every time I see it.
 
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http://www.masters-of-photography.com/images/full/smith/smith_minimata.jpg

W. Eugene Smith
Tomoko Uemura in Her Bath
Minamata, 1972

The pieta of photography.

IMO among the greatest pictures ever taken. Maybe the greatest.

It is so intimate and sensitive that you can just feel the love the mother has for her child, regardless of her handicaps. It's just heart wrenching and I'll admit that it made me teary eyed the first time I saw it full size.
 
http://www.singergallery.com/assets/managed/photos/WES-007.jpg

W. Eugene Smith
Tomoko Uemura in Her Bath
Minamata, 1972

The pieta of photography.

IMO among the greatest pictures ever taken. Maybe the greatest.

It is so intimate and sensitive that you can just feel the love the mother has for her child, regardless of her handicaps. It's just heart wrenching and I'll admit that it made me teary eyed the first time I saw it full size. The jpeg doesn't do it justice.
 
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