Showing posts with label Martine Franck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Martine Franck. Show all posts

Friday, July 3, 2009

(Don't) strike a pose


Untitled, San Francisco, July 2007.



Henri Cartier-Bresson, shown here in a 1992 photograph by his wife Martine Franck, didn't like posed portraiture; he detested them. He said he would infinitely prefer to look at ID pictures displayed outside passport photo studios than look at a contrived portrait. "At least there is on these faces something that raises a question, a simple factual testimony."

Cartier-Bresson retired from doing reportage in 1970, but continued to take portraits of people he admired. He shot his portraits the same way he shot pictures on the street: quickly, discreetly, unobserved, without artifice. He avoided posing his subjects as much as possible, even the ones that he shot for magazine assignments. When asked to photograph Frederic and Irène Joliot-Curie in 1944, he shot their picture as soon as they opened the door. "It wasn't very polite," Cartier-Bresson said, but the piercing gazes of the Curies with their hands clasped naturally against their bodies could not have been captured any other way.

Cartier-Bresson described his shooting style as a "quick bite of a mosquito." But for Truman Capote, whom he photographed in 1947, he was a dragonfly, "a frantic dragonfly ... Leica glued to his eye ... doing his clickety-clicks with a joyous intensity and religious fervor that filled his whole being."

His frenetic approach usually meant getting the business of shooting done as quickly as possible: "A portrait is like a courtesy visit of fifteen or twenty minutes. You can't disturb people longer than that..." He preferred to spend the rest of the time enjoying the company of his subjects. Or their silences. Of his visit to Matisse in 1944, he said: "I sat in a corner and didn't move; we didn't speak to each other. It was as if we didn't exist." His 1971 meeting with Ezra Pound in Venice was equally wordless, a long silence "that seemed to last for hours."

Cartier-Bresson had an aversion to photographing actors because their professional instinct is to pose for the camera. These portraits of Marilyn Monroe (1960) and French actress Isabelle Huppert (1994) are notable exceptions. Monroe was photographed on the set of the 1961 film The Misfits. Huppert, on the other hand, was a favorite of Cartier-Bresson's: "I was aware that he saw something in me that I didn't reconize," she said. "He seizes a moment that is captured by a movement; that's why he's right to do things quickly."

In the age of elaborately manufactured image-making, Cartier-Bresson's portraits may appear unremarkable for their lack of high-concept artistry. His portraits of Jean-Paul Sartre (1946) and Simone de Beauvoir (1947), lovers and twin pillars of French existential philosophy, are mere snapshots; Albert Camus' 1945 portrait is slightly out of focus.

Cartier-Bresson will not dispute this; he does not care for image-making or deliberateness. "Above all, I look for inner silence," he said. "I seek to translate the personality and not the expression."

Drawing, not photography, was the first love of Cartier-Bresson. In the course of his career, he photographed the greatest painters and sculptors of his time, artists whom he admired. Comparing photography and drawing, he said that "If in making a portrait, you hope to capture the inner silence of a willing victim ... with a pencil portrait, it is the draughtsman who must possess an inner silence."


Francis Bacon (1971)

Pierre Bonnard (1943)

Marcel Duchamp (1968)

Marc Chagall (1952), Georges Rouault (1944)

Joan Miró (1953), Alberto Giacometti (1961)

Georges Braque (1958)

Coco Chanel (1964), Colette and her housekeeper (1952)

William Faulkner (1947), Carson McCullers (1946)

Pablo Neruda (1971), Carl Gustav Jung (1959)

Martine Franck (1975)

Luchino Visconti (1961), Roberto Rossellini (1960)

Edith Piaf (1946)

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

LOL :-)


The Lascivious Centurion, San Francisco, May 2007.

Photographer Elliott Erwitt wrote, "Making people laugh is one of the highest achievements you can make. And when you can make someone laugh and cry, as Chaplin does, now that's the highest of all possible achievements. I don't know that I aim for it, but I recognize it as the supreme goal."



A photographer oftentimes creates humor by juxtaposing incongruous objects through clever composition. When a sphinx appears to carry a car on its back, as it does here, that's funny. Or when a nun from the Vatican appears to shield your eyes from a scandalous movie poster, as in the Bruno Barbey picture here, the horror on her face is funny too. Comedy, intentional or not, comes from unlikely places. This confessional scene in Poland, also by Erwitt, may all be about remorse-ridden piety, but Catholics will not be able to resist smiling at the ridiculousness of this familiar scene.

The boy in this Martine Franck photo is a Tibetan Buddhist reincarnated lama who entered the monastery at the age of five. Franck snapped the picture just as a pigeon landed on the head of the boy's tutor, creating a comic and poignant moment that probably comes as close as a photograph can get to Erwitt's "supreme goal."

An image can be shockingly unexpected that our first impulse upon seeing it is to laugh. Is that a naked man on Brooklyn Bridge? Is that man having lunch on the fire escape? In his underwear? Like they say in chatspeak, omg. What are these ballerinas doing leaping around --- a hot dog stand? Is that really James Dean having his haircut in plain view? Our reaction would be the same as that of the woman passing by: omg.

Garry Winogrand liked to go to the zoo to take pictures. But when you're confronted by a couple wearing identical checkerboard shirts standing next to a man with a box over his head, why bother with the animals?

Ah, human comedy.

Elliott Erwitt, Las Vegas, 1954.
Elliott Erwitt, Pasadena, 1963.
Elliott Erwitt, East Hampton, 1983.
Elliott Erwitt, Hollywood, FL, 1962.
Bruno Barbey, From The Italians.
Elliott Erwitt, Poland, 1964.
Martine Franck, Nepal, 1996.
Richard Kalvar, NYC, 1969.
Chien Chi-Chang, NYC, 1998.
André Kertész, Ballet, 1938.
Dennis Stock, NYC, 1955.
Garry Winogrand, NYC, 1962.