Dispatch from Cudjoe Key . . .

by Mark Power in Uncategorized

Yes, it is cold today in Florida…and windy; even the birds are blown about in the impossibly blue sky. If your only sense was sight you’d think it was delightfully warm; the wind-blown palms sparkle in the  sun as if it were 80 degrees out instead of 57.  But at least two hardy souls refuse to believe the evidence of their senses.


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One of the attractions of a beach vacation is adapting yourself to that that strange environment known as a  beach house. As with most other beach houses I have inhabited from New Jersey to Florida, our genial host makes an aggressive attempt to whip us into leisure-time frenzy. There is a sign saying the Tiki lounge ( our kitchen) is serving various tropical drinks. A plastic parrot advises  us to forget about work. An extravagantly  be-hatted girl urges us to be nice or go home. 

 

 

 

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But the predominant theme is Piscean:


 

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Finned creatures of every garish color and shape swim through every room, inhabiting  every depth from floor to ceiling. These are the fish of our dreams – or should I say nightmares? – which bear little resemblance to actual denizens of the deep.

 

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Living in this beach house is like being underwater in a aquarium designed by Walt Disney, an aquarium that for a while strangely smelled of pine-sol.

 

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And if it isn’t fish, it is palm trees -palms on the chairs, on the shower curtains and occasionally on the walls.

 

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But still no match for the real thing…

 

 

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More to come …

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Getting Away

by Mark Power in amusements

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I’m going to give the blog a bit of a rest while I drag my cold-wracked body off to Key West for a much needed R&R.

It has been a miserable Winter here in Washington, a succession of  dull gray days with temperatures conistently below freezing, a monotony only matched by grim newspaper articles detailing how many millions are out of work and facing foreclosure.  The only excitement in these dreary days was the inauguration which we saw on TV feeling some warmth from  watching the Obamas do the foxtrot in their cool outfits.

 

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The Obamas…NOT! But rather a happy couple in Fort Myers, Florida

  Actually our destination isn’t Key West but Cudjoe Key, an island or two before you get to Key West. What can I tell you about Cudjoe Key before I arrive there? Not much because in past trips I only drove through Cudjoe on the way to Key West.  But here are a few stats to ponder: 

Cudjoe has a  population of about  1700 although I’m sure the number in season will probably double or triple. There are various explanation for the name of the Key but one I prefer is that it is named after Cudjoe  (a common West African name) a runaway slave who lived on the island in the 19th century. Not many African-Americans have followed his example; the last census says there are only 67 black people on the island. Perhaps they have all decamped to Key West which has a thriving black community.


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This is James Chapman, a life-long resident of Key West, a purveyor of curious objects which fill his front yard all the way into the living room. He is aptly named as in England an itinerant peddler of goods was called a chapman in the old days.  He also is a mine of  information about Keys history, particularly the history of the African-American community. 

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Mr. Chapman’s front yard, Key West

I’m sure I will see Mr Chapman again on this trip because he graciously allows parking in his side yard which is very convenient when visiting a nearby popular restaurant, the Blue Heaven in Key West.

 

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The front porch of the Blue Heaven. Photo courtesy of the restaurant.

 

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Reviving ourselves at the Blue Heaven 

 

Leaving now…

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Hopefully to see this

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 and this!

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More later, assuming they have internet on the Keys

 

A Christmas Rant

by Mark Power in On Photography ...

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Christmas Day, 2008, detail.    Mark L. Power. Camera settings too numerous to list. Right click on image  then choose “open image in new window” to see entire picture.

The above was taken with a Christmas present to myself, a new Panasonic LX3 digital camera.

It has a nice wide-angle lens from Leica, the menu controls, while numerous and deep, are fairly accessible, or more importantly, seem intuitive, at least the ones that count, and the fast lens and the camera stabilization is a boon to one that often shoots in low light levels. My one major complaint is it offers too many choices.

I am speaking as a professional who has owned numerous analog cameras, from 35mm to 11×14 view and many in between. Each of those cameras and their lenses offered a certain optical look, a  way of rendering reality, and the search was to find a look that fit your vision  best, or less grandly, with the way you saw the world. The learning curve, once you were past the basics of photography, was fairly simple. With the help of a light meter, you would set a shutter/fstop combination and that, along with trying different lenses, was about all you needed to determine whether the camera fit your style.

But in the digital world the engineers have taken over and provided camera refinements to a level that is close to insanity.   The LX3 is the seventh digital camera I have owned. I currently use two; the Sony A350 and the LX3. Each camera was successively more complex but not necessarily better – I still like many pictures I took with my first digital camera the Fuji MX-700 which had all of 1.5 million pixels. In terms of features, it was pretty much point-n-shoot.  Now I have the LX3 and of course it out performs the Fuji in almost every respect except pocketability.

I can accept the choice of three viewfinder formats, the multiple perspectives a zoom lens offers,  the choice of five light metering methods, a number of autofocus choices, the five or so flash settings , a number of  sensitivity settings, numerous white balance combinations, a choice of resolutions, as well as a number of automatic settings, all of which is pretty standard on most digital cameras. I’ve come to accept this complexity as the price of progress.

But with the LX3 that’s just the beginning. You’re then confronted with ‘scenes’, 24 in all, each which presets color balances and fstop/shutter/focus combinations to match certain situations ranging from landscapes  to face detection to “starry night” – in each, the camera becomes the photographer and maybe that’s fine for someone starting out although I think if you use these automated assists you are going to substitute the camera for your eyes and not learn very much.

Yes, I can skip the scene settings which I’ve done on previous cameras but there’s always the nagging questions for the curious.  I wonder what  ”pets” would do for portraits of human beings? Make them look hairier? How about ‘soft skin’ for a mountain range?   So you end up trying all the possible combinations which exponentially are many more than 24. And once you’re past that exhausting task, the LX3  is just getting warmed up. You’re also confronted with ‘modes’ , six in color ( plus three black-and-white ), all of which offer different color and contrast combinations. Each of these modes has adjustable contrast, sharpness, noise levels and saturation ranges. When will it end?

Of course, I could just set the camera on ‘program’ or ‘auto’ and these decisions would be made for me  and I could just go on my merry way taking pictures. But I am an artist, not an automaton and as a professional I have to investigate the combinations that work best for my vision and that means testing them all to see which ones I don’t want and which ones I will only use once in a blue moon. ( A hasty look at the ‘scenes’ – no, there’s no ‘blue moon’ setting although I’m sure that’s on some engineer’s drawing board.)  Another exhausting round of testing and by then another camera will come along with some feature I’m demented enough to think I need and the merry-go-round starts up again.

 

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In the good old days if you bought  a camera and put it through its paces, you could be secure in the knowledge that its tempting replacement wouldn’t be along for a number of years  and by that time your machine of choice would fit like an old shoe. Nowadays you hardly have time to try on a shoe before a new style comes along that you’re deluded enough you think you need. I owned the LX3′s predecessor, the LX2 for less than two years before thinking I had to have the improvements the new camera offered.

But that’s it: LX4, you can come and go, I’ve had it. But what about the LX5 which is rumored to have an  ‘inner vision’ setting? Well…

There’s more discussion of one of the LX3′s peculiarities on Mike’s  THE ONLINE PHOTOGRAPHER site for December 6.

http://theonlinephotographer.typepad.com/the_online_photographer/blog_index.html

Oh, yes, I almost forgot -

Happy New Year, everybody!


Three Peruvians: Chambi, Alejos, Meinel

by Mark Power in On Photography ...


Is there something special about the rarified Andean air that influences the visions of three special photographers from Peru? They are Martin Chambi, Baldomero Alejos and Javier Silva-Meinel,  and the correspondences between them are striking.

Chambi was from Cuzco and Alejos from Ayachuco, both over ten thousand feet in altitude. But then you have Javier Silva-Meinel who is from Lima at sea level  so maybe  this theory has to be tempered with the observation that the Hispanic-indian culture that permeates the air in Peru is as important as altitude.

Chambi was himself an Indian; Alejos consistently photographed the Indian culture of Ayachuco and Meinel, the modern photographer in this trio, has spent much time photographing the indians of the Amazon basin, not a surprising choice when you consider half the Peruvian population is of Indian descent. First, there were the Incas conquered by the conquistadores and their descendents  the  Quechuan Indians , and the  Aymara, both of the Andean Highlands, and then the 40 or so tribes of the lowland Amazon region, the subject of much of Meinel’s work.  And one mustn’t forget the Hispanic side of this culture: deeply Catholic, reserved and brooding: qualities of light that permeates each of the photographers’ work.

 

 

 

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Martin Chambi: 1891-1973

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Chambi’s magic pulses through his photographs, 
the unmistakable magic that distinguishes him from all the photographers with 
whom critics have wanted to compare him, from August Sander and Nadar to Edward Weston, Ansel Adams, Irving Penn, to Abraham Guillen himself.  Mario Vargas Llosa

Outside of Latin America, Martin Chambi is the best known of the three, specially since his exhibition at the Mueum of Modern art in New York in 1979.

A working commercial photographer, his studio in Cuzco was well-known in Peru and still exists today under the supervision of his grandchildren.

Martín Chambi’s images laid bare the social complexity of the Andes. Those images place us in the heart of highland feudalism, in the haciendas of the large landholders, with their servants and concubines, in the colonial processions of contrite and drunken throngs. Chambi’s photographs capture it all: the weddings, fiestas, and first communions of the well-to-do; the drunkenness and poverty of the poor along with the public events shared by both. That is why, surely without intending it, Chambi became in effect the symbolic photographer of his race, transforming the telluric voice of Andean man, his millenary melancholy, his eternal neglect, his quintessentially Peruvian, human, Vallejo-like pain into the truly universal. One day Chambi will be recognized as one of the most coherent and profound creators photography has given this century. Amanda Hopinkson, From the book, “Martin Chambi 55″


I have long been fascinated by that curious sub-genre, the Group Photograph and one of its masters is certainly  Martin Chambi.

 

 

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Fiesta of the Guardia Civil, Sacsayhuaman, Cuzco,1930.

 

I’m sorry these photos aren’t  a little larger and I know there are even more dramatic examples of this man’s  wizardry with groups. Satisfactory examples of all three of photographers are hard to find online so we go with what we can. He is almost unique in his use of deep space in his group photographs and like most of his images they are bathed in that Chambi light, dark and infused with a terrible beauty that characterizes many a Chambi photograph.

 

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Wedding of Don Julio Gadea, Prefect of Cuzco, 1930

Look at this justly famous 1930 photograph, for example; it looks like the wedding party is emerging from the deepest depths of the earth. I imagine Don Julio and his young bride have long since returned to those depths but here they are, frozen in time, on the pages of books and hanging on the walls of museums.

 

 

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This man, an indian giant, was photographed by Chambi many times. It is easy to believe that Diane Arbus at some point came across this picture. If not, it is one of those fortuitous examples of  images bypassing their makers and  speaking to one another directly:

 

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Diane Arbus, Jewish Giant, 1968

 

Baldomero Alejos: 1902-1976

Alejos is the least known of  the three Peruvians  – again outside of Latin America and maybe inside as well –  and I only became acquainted with his work through the publication of a printing-on-demand book from Blurb.com.

Baldomero Alejos was also a commercial photographer who worked in Ayacucho most of his life, a city once known as a centre of Indian culture, now unfortunately more famed as the home of the Shining Path, Peru’s Maoist guerilla group.

One speculates he must have been familiar with the work of his better known contemporary, Martin Chambi, and a look at his work in this book confirms that impression. It will be up to some future historian to figure out whether the influence was reciproal or one-sided.

Alejos’s group photographs have many of the Chambi trademarks: deep space and the dark light. But this beautiful image is an exception: here the light is bright and luminous. And what an interesting way to compose a group shot so that the environment becomes predominant, making the point that it’s the hospital, the institution, not the people, who is the real subject of this beautiful image.

 

 

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This by the way, is the cover of the book, available from www.blurb.com. The text is in German and English so if you speak German you’re probably in good shape but the English is somewhat stilted, as if generated by an automatic translator.

 

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This Alejos photograph of a Peruvian nun illustrates another thing both Chambi and Alejos had in common  and that’s the use of natural light studios. The north light, combined with the light of a high altitude, gives both men’s photographs their reserved, somber character.

I remember reading somewhere that Irving Penn , another master of north light, borrowed Chambi’s studio’s when he was in Peru and I wonder if he didn’t borrow a bit from his imagery as well.

 

 

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The depth of feeling in both Peruvians’ work is extraordinary. I wish I had more to add of Alejos’ imges but so little is available of his work, and despite Chambi’s two books that’s true of his oeuvre as well. Relatively few Chambi pictures have been published, a small part of his archives, and when you consider the Alejos archives consist of over 60,000 images – well, all you can say is,  photo historians get to work!

 

Javier Silva-Meinel, b. 1949

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Javier Silva-Meinel is becoming better known these days after several New York shows and a Guggenheim Fellowship for his work about Andean ritual practices. Much of his work has  been in with Indian tribes in the Amazon Basin.

His work is distinctly different from his predecessors in that he’s not a documentarian, more a Magic Realist, with a stress on the symbolic and the mythic,  firmly in line with the writing of Gabriel Garcia Marquez and the photography of other Magic Realists such as the Mexican photographer, Flor Garduno.  Yet resemblances with  Chambi and Alejos are many:  the use of north light,  a deep religiosity, a passion for Indian culture.

 

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I am lucky enough to own a print of this beautiful Indian woman with piranha fish pressed to her eyes.  Lately, fish has been some thing of an obsession with Meinel and rightly so since it must reflect the impact fish have had among the culture of the Indian tribes who live along the Amazon.

 

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Meinel is sixty years old next year and it is time for some museum curator to take a trip south of the border and give this wonderful photographer a North American museum show with a definitive catalog. And while he or she is at it, they should take a longer look at Peru’s other marvelous photographers, Martin Chambi and  Baldomero Alejos.

 

 

 

Halsman revisited

by Mark Power in On Photography ...

You might remember I did a post ( August 25th) on “odd books”and one of them was a collaboration between Phillipe Halsman and Salvadore Dali called  ”Dali’s Mustache”.

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It’s a curious phenomenon which probably has been given the dignity of a scientific name, that when your attention is called to something, no matter how obscure that something might be, the universe suddenly seems alive with multiple references to that which was previously unnoticed.  This phenomenon is usually explained by the fact that because you have sensitized yourself to that whatever it may be,  you are suddenly aware of its presence; it was there all along but you were plodding along, head down, so you missed it.

Be as that may, since I posted that notice, Philippe Halsman seems to be everywhere, making a mockery of my declaration in the previous post: ” Philippe Halsman, in the 40s and 50s a famous magazine photographer, has seen his star dim…”   Maybe Halsman’s star was in the heavens all along and I just didn’t look up.  In any event, shortly after that post I came across this from the Associated Press:

Relatives of one of the world’s most famous portrait photographers have sued a Manhattan gallery, saying it lost valuable photographs created with Spanish surrealist master Salvador Dali. A daughter and two grandchildren of the late Philippe Halsman say in a lawsuit 41 of the works created by Halsman and Dali were reported stolen in April 2007.The works were among dozens delivered to the Howard Greenberg Gallery in 2003 and 2004. The federal court lawsuit demands $684,000 in damages…

I’ll try to keep track of the resolution of this lawsuit which evidently involves some of those images I derided in my previous post. And not long after, my attention was called to the fact that one of  Halsman’s grandchildren, Oliver Halsman Rosenberg, ( I don’t know if he’s part of the shenanigans above)  has brought out his own Halsman book. “Unknown Halsman “,  which Amazon describes as ” a uniquely designed and sequenced monograph that is both colorful and spirited…hand illustrated by Oliver Halsman Rosenberg in a unique brush font that is inspired by Japanese calligraphy and hand-made zines. Contributing to the…intimate feel of this publication are the use of yellow throughout the book, inspired by a wall in Halsman’s former photo studio; the blue floral endpapers, which were taken from the fabric of Halsman’s couch; and the use of a typewriter font …”

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I haven’t seen a copy of the book but judging from the promotional copy above  and the cover it may well emphasize the master’s frivolous side. In other words, there were two Halsmans embodied in the same man: the Serious Artist and the Joker.

When I was a young photographer,  you didn’t see much frivolity connected with the name of Phillip Halsman. It was the serious Halsman who was everywhere with his ingenious portrait photography of many  a celebrity; the Annie Leibovitz of his day, you might say.  In 1958, Popular Photography named him one of the “World’s Ten Greatest Photographers” and  the artcylopedia notes “For three decades, from the Forties to the Seventies, Philippe Halsman’s fascinating portraits of celebrities, intellectuals and politicians have been published in the most significant magazines … Life published his portraits on 101 covers, a record for any artist.”  Along along with Richard Avedon, Irving Penn, Arnold Newman and Karsh, he was considered one of the the masters of photographic portraiture.

To quote the master himself,  ”This fascination with the human face has never left me. Every face I see seems to hide and sometimes, fleetingly, to reveal the mystery of another human being. Capturing this revelation became the goal and passion of my life.”

For example:

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The young Marlon Brando and the elderly Georgia O’Keefe by Philippe Halsman

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No frivolity here, certainly. And one of Halsman’s most celebrated portraits was of none other than his companion in jokery, Salvadore Dali, called “Dali Atomicus”:

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One must applaud this prodigious and yes serious effort to capture the essence of the Dali imagination which in those pre-Photoshop days entailed the tossing of a number of cats in the air.  ”Six hours and twenty-eight throws later, the result satisfied my striving for perfection,” wrote Halsman without noting how many times he had to throw the Surrealist master into the air, “My assistants and I were wet, dirty, and near complete exhaustion…” A “striving for perfection” that if made today probably would inspire the animal rights people to storm his studio, littered as it was with water, broken furniture, and feline remains.

I poke fun but “Dali Atomicus” remains a tour-de-force, in no way diminished by the fact that these days it all could be done in a computer. But there’s  the other face of Janus, the goofy face, and Salvadore Dali was often the collaborator in that aspect of  Halsman’s art:


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“Mystery” in other words often gave way to buffoonery, especially late in his career with the publication of his “Jump Book” which featured celebrities leaping into the air and shortly afterwards came that odd little book with Dali.

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Nowadays the portraits that were so influential in my youth don’t appear to interest today’s photographers who seem less impressed with virtuosic feats of camera art.  Perhaps Halsman’s frivolities might paradoxically appear to be more contemporary; a more relevant entrance point to the master’s work for those raised on the ironic goofiness of Youtube videos.