OLTRE IL MURO: ARTE e FOTOGRAFIA

MISS ARIANNA – TRADITIONAL CUSTOM TATTOOING

2012-02-28T08:00:00.001+01:00

My name is Arianna and I was born in Rimini, a beautiful Italian City on the coast of Adriatic Sea. I have very strong bonds with my land, and I’d never change it with anything else.My shop is called SKINWEAR – it is a big studio in the heart of downtown Rimini. It is not a “street shop”, as we decided to open it in an apartment of an 1700’s old palace .Since I was a child I was always drawing, even though I never attended to any Art Schools. A few members of my family are good at it, therefore I think I have inherited this skill from them.I am not interested in painting and everything I draw becomes a tattoo or a flash.10 years ago, Rimini already had a good amount of tattoo shops, but no-one was looking for an apprentice. Only my Trusted Tattooist, – the same person who later on became my Mentor -, only he noticed my sincere interest. My presence at his studio was constant, but never overwhelming though. I felt I was in the right place, and I liked to help around, even without anyone asking me. At the end, after a little more than one year, I was accepted as apprentice, because of my efforts and my enthusiasm. It was a great experience, fundamental to my growth as an artist and I will always be grateful to my mentor for it.I understood then, that this could become my profession.
Especially during the toughest moments – it has been 2 years before I could take the machine for tattooing in my own hands ! Before that, I was doing everything else from washing the tubes to mopping the floors…everything else but tattooing !After 3 years I left “home” and started working for another tattooist closer to my house. I owe him a lot too: with him I became more and more familiar with everything and I had the chance to manage the studio during Summer Time.
After having learnt the basics, I opened my first Street Shop and I had it for almost 3 years. During that time I never stopped learning, and even now I always think there is “room for improvement” in my art.
At the beginning it was not very easy, especially here in Rimini. Most of the people viewed a tattoist merely as a person who would execute all their requests, even the craziest ones. As time went by, however I can say that things had changed for the better, and I succeed in gaining the trust of my clients and their friends, either from the city or from cities nearby. People know I am a tattooist, they show me the subject that they want and I draw it. People know my style and seek me for it.
Of course I also work on people who just want a “flash”, however our clients are mainly the recurrent ones , people who know of me and my style and with whom I was able to create great relationships.
“Traditional is my favourite tattoo style maybe ‘cause it’s like me: direct , clear and solid. It has a strenght and a stability not easy to find in others styles. It’s a real tattoo!!! With traditional you can to express everything and it’s perfect with words of love or war….i love this romantic side of tattoo!” Arianna.
It’s with no doubt the style that satisfy me the most: both technically and grafically.The reference points for my draws aren’t books about art or stuffs like that. I take my inspirations from books of simbology, anatomy, ethology , illustrations of 1700-1800 and by talking with some peoples outside tattoo world.

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missarianna.com

IL BRONX DI CHRIS ARNADE

2012-02-27T15:00:00.001+01:00

Wall Street sta parlando delle foto apparse sul New York Times scattate da un manager di Citigroup e della sua passione di fotografare e documentare le storie di prostitute nel Bronx. Chris Arnade, 46 anni, spende un sacco del proprio tempo libero nelle strade con la sua fotocamera per scattare foto non solo di prostitute, ma anche di tossicodipendenti e di persone senza fissa dimora. Egli racconta anche le loro storie che di solito scrive sotto ogni foto, "I post storie della gente sono come le raccontano a me. Io non sono un giornalista. Io non cerco di verificare, basta ascoltare."

Vanessa: Hunts Point, Bronx

Vanessa, thirty-five, had three children with an abusive husband. She "lost her mind, started doing heroin," after losing the children, who were taken away and given to her mother. The drugs led to homelessness and prostitution. She grew up on Arthur Avenue in the Bronx, but now spends her time in Hunts Point, "trying to survive everyday. Just doing whatever it takes."

She was standing on the cold street corner looking for business, wearing only flip flops and smoking with her two friends. When I asked her how she wanted to be described, Mary Alice jumped in and said "She's the sweetest woman I know. She will give you the shirt off her back, if she has one on."

Clarence: Hunts Point, Bronx

The "Junkyard" is a vacant lot on an otherwise industrial side street in Hunts Point. Its where many of the local addicts spend their time, gossiping and smoking. They bring their carts filled with what they can collect to sell to the adjacent scrap metal shops.

Its where I found Clarence, who has lived for fourty years in Hunts Point since moving from North Carolina as a teenager.

I spoke with Clarence, a former truck driver, for a long time. He told me all that his addiction has wrought: job loss, homelessness, health problems. Never once did he sound angry, bitter, or depressed.

Prince: Hunts Point, Bronx

In the awful weather, a windy cold rain, Prince was pulling an old air conditioner down the dark street. Homeless since being released from jail (two and half years for dealing), he spends the night collecting scrap metal and old pallets that he cashes in before sunrise. He uses the money mostly for heroin, an addiction that has landed him in prison three times.

From the Virgin Islands but raised in the Bronx, he is the oldest of seventeen children. He was molested by a neighbor as a child, something he is only now understanding.

Despite the weather and his condition, he was upbeat, polite, and engaging. When I asked him how he wanted to be described he said "Don't just talk about the bad stuff. I graduated from High School and plan on finishing college."

Cynthia: Hunts Point, Bronx

Cynthia, forty six, starting working as a prostitute at the age of thirteen. She turned to the streets after battling her single mother in Brooklyn. "I didn't want to listen to her. She didn't give me any time." Cynthia is now the mother of fifteen children, eleven of whom are still alive. Her "baby" is sixteen, her oldest child thirty.

We talked about the child prostitutes in Hunts Point now. She told me "Hunts Point isn't what it used to be, when the girls would stick together. Then came crack and heroin, that fucked up everything. A girl out there at that age. She got no choice. It ain't right."

Cynthia was strung out, agitated and slurring. When I asked her how she wanted to be described she looked me in the eye, thought for a second, then said "An honest person. Thats what I am. An honest person."

Supreme and Obama: Hunts Point, Bronx

Supreme saw me taking pictures and asked to be photographed with his dog Obama (yes Obama). I asked him why he was giving the camera the finger, he said "Thats for people judging who I am." I said "Who are you?" He said "A doped up junkie"
I told him I post the pictures online and write a short description, he said "I ain't mind people knowing what I do or who I am. Its me." Supreme and I chatted awhile more; despite the finger he was happy to talk.

Diane on Christmas eve: Hunts Point, Bronx

I was worried I would not see Diane again, the police having nastily chased both of us away last time we talked. When we did run into each other, she apologized before I could, and suggested we finish taking pictures.
Seeing her in the cold, waiting for customers in the parking lot of a 7-11 at the end of Christmas Eve, got to me. The caustic attitude of the police before ("why would you want to photograph that ugly thing") and the indifference of the johns was too much. I took her picture, all the while feeling like crap.
Fill up on pump 7, three powerballs and a match five, Camel lights, and ten minutes with the hooker outside.

Henry: Mott Haven, Bronx

I was walking the dreary long stretch beneath the Bruckner Expressway taking pictures. Henry and I eyed each other, then he shuffled up to me and asked to have his picture taken.
Disarmingly well spoken I asked him what he was doing "I am a panhandler sir." I asked him how long he's been homeless. "Since I got addicted to coke, about twenty years ago. I was a high school english teacher in Harlem, clean, then my mother passed and left me some money. I blew it on coke. I lost my job, my family, everything."

Mary Alice: Hunts Point, Bronx

'I got into hookin late, when I was thirty one. Developed a bad dope problem, lost my job, needed money. I once had a pimp, but no more. Pimp stands for "Put in my pocket," they just rip you off.'
I asked her how she wanted to be described 'I am an African american women, half Jamaican, mother of two wonderful children. I fell on hard times, but do what I got to do.'

Mr Bishop: Hunts Point, Bronx

Chris Bishop was drinking in front of a liquor store when we met. A resident in the local homeless shelter he told me the following.
At the age of thirteen, Chris killed his father, stabbing him with a knife after a childhood of abuse. He spent the next eighteen years in correctional facilities. 'When he was drunk and mad he would hold me out the apartment window and threaten to drop me to the street, eight floors below. He beat me and my mother all the time. I have been drinking ever since. To forget.'
When I asked how he wanted to be described, his eyes teared up and he said "I am human, like everyone else."

Luis: Hunts Point, Bronx

I call him Luis, but I am not sure. Luis is unable to do more than mutter a few words, often breaking down in tears. He refuses to go to the local shelter or Methadone clinic, sleeping instead in various spots, spending his waking hours bumming cigarettes and panhandling in front of bodegas.
I worry that my pictures put a happy face on addiction. Photos cannot capture the pain, suffering, and destruction wrought by heroin, crack or in this case whiskey. Sometimes it requires smoking a cigarette with a sobbing incoherent drunk to truly remind you what loneliness and addiction can do.

Eshete with Venice and Damascus: Cobble Hill Brooklyn

After I brought two cans of the super finest cat food..
· The "Cat man" of Columbia St in Cobble hill. The cats are named Unique, Special, To fast, Congo, Vienna , Rico (Puerto), Addis Abeba, and Damascus. I think I got em all. Now living in Manhattan, Eshete rides his bike over the bridge every day to feed the cats.

Taco Man outside Scorpion

Scorpion Bar; yellow and Red, on Roosevelt ave in Queens.

Takeesha again: Hunts Point, Bronx

It was around midnight when I ran into Takeesha, who was high. The police were out in force; Princess was arrested earlier in the day. Takeesha thanked me for the first picture and wanted to talk about her past:
She said her mother was a prostitute and an addict, whose pimp put Takeesha out on the streets at twelve. Takeesha had her first child at 13, the result of being raped. "I had a lot of bad experiences. I used to be with pimps. I got cigarette burns on my body. (They) beat me with hangers. They used to punish me, put me in closets with rats."
She came to Hunts Point in 1988, and that's when she started using heroin. She used to be on methadone, but she got kicked off Medicaid, the result of some missed paper work. When I asked her why she didn't walk to Mott Haven and fix it she said, with tears in her eyes "This place is so bad and evil. It's like so simple to walk across the bridge, but it's like you can't go across, you understand? This place is evil. It's possessed. It's evil. I been here a long time. There are bad spirits here...I have seen good people. I have seen people that have family, jobs, and they come here and they get dug in, and two weeks later they living in a cardboard box."

Prince Again: Hunts Point, Bronx

This weekend was very cold, nights in the teens. The police were involved in a city-wide crackdown on prostitution, called "Operation Losing Proposition," so Hunts Point was relatively quiet. I did run into Prince, looking for scrap metal.
Over a few cigarettes we talked. He asked me for advice. I suggested rehab, but he explained how he had two outstanding warrants, issued for failure to appear in court, so he could not check himself in. One citation was for being in a playground without a child (it's where he sleeps), the other for public urination. "That's how they keep us down, small tickets. They know we won't be able to show up."

Rafael: Hunts Point, Bronx

Rafael is a resident of the group home/methadone clinic in Hunts point. He was sitting outside of a school bus depot, a location he said was good for watching the world.
He has been in the Bronx for over forty years, having immigrated from Guatemala. Of Japanese decent he is fluent in English, Spanish, and Japanese.

Supreme Again: Hunts Point, Bronx

It took me a long while to locate Supreme, I wanted to give him a copy of the first picture I took of him. Everyone in Hunts point knew him, but not where he stayed. When I eventually found him, at the "junkyard". When he saw that I had brought a copy of his first photo, Supreme and Obama, he gave me a big bear hug. Always engaging, stylish, and proud he insisted on many more pictures.
Since this picture he has had major surgery (infected hernia), landing in Lincoln hospital for weeks. Prior to surgery he was living on the streets, all his possessions in a cart, which where taken away. He also lost his dog Obama, taken to a shelter.

Felicia: Bushwick, Brooklyn

Felicia owns the building where MIke Tyson keeps his pigeons. I have been a few times to photograph the birds and Mike's friends. Felicia is always out front sitting in her chair talking to the neighbors.
Super friendly she always keeps me chatting. This time I asked to take her picture and she said "I ain't famous like Mike or his friends, why me?" Because of your smile!

Maria: Mott Haven, Bronx

She saw the pictures I was returning to a few folks in the neighborhood and shyly asked if I would take hers. How could I pass by an outfit like that!
Our language differences made for a short conversation; I got her name and that she loves to salsa.

Big D: Red Hook, Brooklyn

My walks often take my through Red Hook, where I have seen Big D many times, pushing his cart filled with cans, bottles and plastic. Tonight we ended up on the same bench resting our legs. His voice was striking, a deep baritone. I asked him if he ever sang, and he said "to myself all the time." I asked him what artists and he said "Barry White" then gave me a huge smile.......

Takeesha again: Hunts Point, Bronx

Takeesha lives in a small house in the shadow of the elevated expressway, on a busy corner. I had come just after sunset to give her housemate Lisa a picture I had taken.
The road was filled with truckers, some returning home, others heading out. Both girls would shout out to cars and trucks, one's familiar to them. Various men shuffled into the house, heads held low, stooped, hands jammed into coat pockets.

All images © Chris Arnade

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NIGER DI MANUEL VILCHES BENÍTEZ

2012-02-27T08:00:00.000+01:00

Vilches Manuel, è nato in Andalusia in una piccola città della Costa del Sol, Estepona, Malaga nel 1960. Vive a Ubrique dal 1970 all'ombra di due parchi naturali, la Sierra de Grazalema e Los Alcornocales.
È nel 1990, durante un viaggio, che inizia a fotografare le diverse realtà e culture. Da allora inizia un tour emozionante in paesi diversi. Le sue fotografie spaziano dalla splendida Petra al pianto di un bambino all'interno dell'Africa. Studioso autodidatta cerca di creare in tutte le immagini un'atmosfera di realtà, e mostrare una vita naturale, senza drammi o esagerazione. Nei suoi ritratti si scopre la relazione tra i suoi personaggi e sè stesso, basandosi su un forte senso di comunicazione, poiché la sua natura lo ha reso affabile e ben accettato dai popoli e dalle varie etnie con cui ha convissuto. La fotografia non è un fine, è un mezzo per avvicinare le persone e arricchirsi come persone e questo è ciò che dà senso al suo lavoro.
Nello stesso anno è iniziato l'attacco all'Iraq, ha viaggiato in Siria e il risultato del suo viaggio è la mostra "Ti presterò i miei occhi", un lavoro che mette in evidenza le differenze culturali tra i popoli e la necessità di un mondo di diversità. I popoli a contatto si arricchiscono a vicenda e aprono le loro menti.
Nel 2005 ha viaggiato in Yemen e percorrendo il territorio nazionale, attraverso il deserto da Ramlat a Sabatayn, fino alle belle montagne di de Jabel an-Nabi Shu`ayb ha fotografato paesaggi spettacolari. Di questo viaggio sono i ritratti di donne yemenite. Così è nata la sua seconda mostra, "Lo Yemen, uno sguardo al passato"
Nel settembre 2006, si è recato in Niger per fotografare il gruppo etnico dei Peul-Bororo. Ha convissuto con loro nei loro campi ed è stato invitato alle rappresentazioni della loro festa Gerewol.
È partito da Agadez per andare nel deserto del Tenere in cerca della carovane del sale e ha vissuto per 11 giorni con i Tuareg del deserto. Dalla sua esperienza di viaggio è nata la sua terza mostra, "L'acqua della vita". Questa mostra fu aperta a Madrid e la raccolta fondi servì per aiutare le vittime dello tsunami in Sri Lanka.
Nel 2007 va a vivere in Mali con i Bozo risalendo le rive del fiume Niger da Mopti a Timbuktu, dove visita e vive con i discendenti andalusi della famiglia Kati, famosa per la loro biblioteca. Segue la Falla de Bandiagara e vive con i Dogon adattandosi alle loro ancestrali forme di vita. Da qui la sua mostra seguente, "Mali, Geografia Umana"
In Burkina Faso 2008-2009-2010 viaggia non solo per visitare il paese, (il fotografo Manuel è presidente della Associazione Dubabu) le sue fotografie servono per sovvenzionare progetti di sostegno umanitario intrapreso in Africa. 2009 Mostra: Burkina Faso, Il paese degli uomini di integrità. 2009 Il Comitato di Redazione del Centro Provinciale di Malaga ha pubblicato il suo libro di fotografie: "Africa, un continente Sguardi"
È nel gennaio 2011 che si inizia la "Scuola per Bantogodó". Questo progetto ambizioso vuole costruire una scuola secondaria nel villaggio di Bantogodó, Burkina Faso, per 256 bambini che hanno difficoltà di accesso all'istruzione secondaria. Ha sempre legato la parola solidarietà al suo lavoro fotografico.

Pastor Peul

"NIGER" Niñas Peul Bororo

"NIGER" Pastor Peul

"NIGER" Chica Peul

"NIGER" Hombres Peul

"Níger" Madre Peul Bororo

"Níger" La Bella Karima

"Níger" Mujer Bororo

"Níger" Peul con Sombrero

"Níger" Mercado de ganado Peul

All images © Manuel Vilches Benítez

http://www.mvilches.es/

SUFFRAGETTE SURVEILLANCE, 1913

2012-02-26T08:00:00.000+01:00

‘In 1912, Scotland Yard detectives bought their first camera, to covertly photograph suffragettes. The pictures were compiled into ID sheets for officers on the ground.’'
Nel 1912, gli investigatori di Scotland Yard comprarono la loro prima macchina fotografica e cominciarono a fotografare di nascosto le suffragette. Le immagini sono state raccolte in fogli di ID per gli ufficiali operanti sul territorio. '- BBC

1 - Margaret Scott

2 - Olive Leared (nee Hockin)

3 - Margaret McFarlane

4 - Mary Wyan (Mary Ellen Taylor)

5 - Annie Bell

6 - Jane Short

7 - Gertrude Mary Ansell

8 - Maud Brindley

9 - Verity Oates

11 - Mary Raleigh Richardson

12 - May Dennis (neˆe Lenton)

13 - Kitty Marion (Katherina Maria Schafer)

14 - Lillian Forrester

15 - Miss Johansen

16 - Clara Giveen

17 - Jennie Baines

18 - Miriam Pratt

“Quando Evelyn Manesta, una delle suffragette di Manchester, si rifiutò di posare per una foto, una guardia la trattenne a forza davanti alla macchina fotografica.

Ma quando la fotografia di Evelyn Manesta è comparsa, il braccio era stato rimosso. Il fotografo aveva seguito le istruzioni ufficiali: aggiustare la fotografia in modo che fosse meno discutibile.”

10 - Evelyn Manesta

A secretly taken photograph of Suffragettes Evelyn Manesta and Lillian Forrester, Manchester Prison, 1913. The photographer was hiding in a van as the women took exercise in the prison yard

The suffragettes, founded in October 1903, forced a social revolution to give women the vote. Photographs uncovered by the National Archives reveal hidden secrets of how the state spied on what it regarded as a terrorist threat. This first picture shows a suffragette caught in a confrontation with opponents and the police.

All images © National Portrait Gallery, London.

This capsule was curated by Shirley Shin.
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LA CONSTRUCTION DE BRASILIA PAR MARCEL GAUTHEROT

2012-02-25T15:00:00.000+01:00

Il fotografo francese Marcel Gautherot realizzato queste immagini in bianco e nero della costruzione della nuova città di Brasilia, progettata dall’architetto Oscar Niemeyer, in sostituzione di Rio de Janeiro come capitale del Brasile negli anni cinquanta.

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IL MICROCOSMO DI LONDRA, FANTASTICHE STAMPE D`EPOCA

2012-02-25T08:00:00.001+01:00

Microcosmo di Londra

The Microcosm of London, il Microcosmo di Londra e` un libro pubblicato da Rudolph Ackermann (1764-1834) in uscite mensili tra il 1808 e il 1810. Rudolph Ackermann fu un pioniere della litografia e pubblico` le prime stampe a colori della Gran Bretagna. Il libro venne stampato su carta fatta a mano e pressata a caldo. Il backgroung architettonico venne disegnato da Augustus Pugin, mentre le figure vennero disegnate da Thomas Rowlandson.
Nel 1897, Charles Gosse, il primo archivista del Bishopsgate Institute, riusci` a comprare un`edizione del 1809 scritta a mano dei tre volumi del libro “The Microcosm of London” dal venditore di libri Quaritch a Piccadilly. Nell`edizione pero` mancava una stampa che Charles Gosse, riusci` a trovare solo nel 1939, e che gli costo` piu` dei tre volumi comprati nel 1897.
Sfortunatamente i tre volumi vennero rubati negli anni 0ttanta, ma vennero ritrovati grazie all`operazione Bumblebee, che aveva appunto lo scopo di ritrovare pezzi di arte rubati.
Nel libro vengono raffigurate alcune splendide “views” di Londra di quei tempi di cui ve ne proponiamo alcune, cliccate su ciascuna foto per ingrandirle e gustarvi i particolari. Le foto sono state tratte dal Bishopsgate Institute grazie a Spitalfields Life Blog.

Pillory, la gogna a Charing Cross, dove venivano inflitte punizioni pubbliche

Incendio scoppiato a Londra nel 1791 ai mulini Albion, che si trovavano presso il Blackfriars Bridge, il ponte dei frati neri

Il mercato di Coven Garden

The House of Common, nel Palazzo di Westminster

Royal Academy di Londra fonte

Billingsgate Market, il mercato del pesce a Billingsgate, nell`est di Londra, tutt`ora il piu` grande mercato del pesce del Regno Unito.

Leadenhall Market, ora e` un mercato coperto nella City di Londra, esattamente in Gracechurch Street.

Bartholomew Fair, era una fiera che si svolgeva il 24 di agosto all`interno del convento di San Bartolomeo. La fiera continuo` anche dopo la chiusura del convento. La fiera era registrata come un evento che durava tre giorni e invece proseguiva per due settimane.

Christie’s Auction Room. La famosa asta Christie, tutt`ora esistente vedi sito Christie

The College of Physicians. Fu fondato nel 1518 durante il Regno di Enrico VIII e nel 1674 guadagno` il suffisso ”Royal”.fonte

Guildhall. Era il centro del potere della City di Londra. Ora e` la sede della City of London Corporation. In questa stampa viene rappresentata l`esaminazione della bancarotta di un commerciante

Esibizioni nell` Astley’s Amphitheatre, anfiteatro aperto nel 1773 da Philip Astley. La struttura fu distrutta da un incendio nel 1794, ma venne poi ricostruita.

Exhibition Room, Somerset House, tuttora si trova nello Strand, Aldwich.

Royal Cock Pit. Il combattimento dei Galli.

Pass-Room, Bridewell. In quell`epoca, le persone povere che volevano essere trasferite da un posto all`altro nel Regno Unito, venivano confinate per sette giorni, prima di essere mandate nel posto richiesto. Nella stampa e` raffigurata una stanza per donne donne, miserable females.fonte

IL MONDO DEL COTONE VISTO DA HANS PETER JOST

2012-02-24T15:00:00.001+01:00

Cotton worldwide

Das Museum für Alltagskultur, Regional- und Industriegeschichte

12 Feb – 9 Apr 2012

Hans Peter Jost ha documentato con immagini il mondo del cotone dalla produzione alla trasformazione sino all’utilizzo finale nelle varie parti del mondo.

Cotton Indien

Cotton Brasilien

Cotton China

Cotton Mali

Cotton Tanzania

Cotton USA

Cotton Uzbekistan

All images © Hans Peter Jost

www.kreismuseum-peine.de
http://hanspeterjost.com/

LE CANDELE DI ZHANG YIBO

2012-02-24T08:00:00.000+01:00

Zhang Yibo - 张义波
Zhang Yibo è nato nel 1966. Si è laureato presso l'Accademia Centrale di Belle Arti nel 1985.
Mentre studiava arte al college, Yibo è stato sotto la tutela diretta di maestri contemporanei della tradizione classica pittura ad olio (come Wang Yidong, Shangyi Jin, Sun Weimin).
Egli incorpora elementi classici cinesi come costumi d'epoca piena di gioielli e mobili antichi, per impostare lo sfondo dei suoi dipinti tra la fine del 19 ° secolo e inizio del 20esimo secolo,epoca della dinastia Qing.
Durante il suo contatto con i popoli della tribù Miao nel sud-ovest della Cina, Yibo è stato fortemente influenzato dalle loro ricche tradizioni e fal loro semplice stile di vita. Da allora ha inserito queste due caratteristiche culturali nelle sue opere.
Yibo dice: "Mi piace usare colori caldi come il bagliore, è dolce e rilassante, a significare la purezza e la speranza e le zone circostanti scure servono a intensificare l'effetto chiaroscuro, aggiungendo un tocco di mistero."
1985: Assegnato il Premio Incoraggiamento
1986: Ha partecipato a New York Exhibition
1996: Solo Exhibition, Malesia
1998: Mostra "Fuori della Cina", Odon Wagner Gallery, Toronto, Canada
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DOISNEAU, LES HALLES NOSTALGIA

2012-02-23T15:00:00.001+01:00

Robert Doisneau era innamorato del quartiere che circonda le Halles, uno degli “organi vitali urbani” che ha subito più modificazioni nel corso dell’ultimo secolo. Aveva scelto proprio quelle vie brulicanti di mercanti, di trasporti e di merce, per rappresentare il cuore della Parigi lavoratrice. Una città catturata dalle attività quotidiane, meno intellettualistica e più vera di quell’immagine da rivista patinata che troppo spesso la accompagna. Un luogo di operai e di “continui lavori di rifacimento”, crocevia di oggetti e di persone che pulsa nel cuore popolare della rive droite.

L’échaudoir de la rue Sauval, 1968 © Atelier Robert Doisneau

Dal 1933 fino alla sua morte, il celebre fotografo francese vi ha consacrato ben centocinquanta scatti, una parte di quali sono esposti fino al 28 aprile presso la sede del Municipio di Parigi. Il risultato di questa “fedeltà espressiva” lunga più di quarant’anni, è confluito in una mostra intitolata “Doisneau/Paris/Les Halles”, organizzata in partenariato con la RATP, azienda dei trasporti locale, in una sorta di “diario per immagini” che permette di ricostruire la storia recente della zona.

Proprio oggi che Les Halles sono protagoniste di un nuovo piano di ristrutturazione che dovrebbe creare un enorme spazio verde nel pieno centro della capitale francese, ci torna alla mente Doisneau, che con le sue foto si era opposto allo smantellamento dei mercati generali, minacciato negli anni ‘60 e poi progressivamente attuato. L’ironia della sorte e più di mezzo secolo di distanza, legano un grande protagonista della cultura fotografica d’oltralpe, ad uno dei simboli di quella stessa città che seppe descrivere con infinito amore.
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Rue Montorgueil, 1953. © Atelier Robert Doisneau

Pavillon de la viande - Deplanche, 1967. © Atelier Robert Doisneau

Les Halles, la fête, 1968. © Atelier Robert Doisneau

Jean Settour dans sa cave, les Halles, 1979. © Atelier Robert Doisneau

Les Halles, printemps 1964. © Atelier Robert Doisneau

Les Halles la nuit 1967 © Atelier Robert Doisneau

Les oiseaux 1973 © Atelier Robert Doisneau

Les filles au diable, 1933. © Atelier Robert Doisneau

Portrait à la cigarette, 1967. © Atelier Robert Doisneau

Marchande des Halles, 1953. © Atelier Robert Doisneau

Triporteur aux Halles. © Atelier Robert Doisneau

Structure de Baltard, 2 décembre 1968. © Atelier Robert Doisneau

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Cento scatti esposti alla Ono Gallery di Bologna

Bologna - dal 16/02/2012 al 12/04/2012

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Dallo sbarco sulla luna al megaconcerto di Woodstock, alla galleria Ono Contemporanea di Bologna una lunga sequenza di chiaroscuri politici, musicali e cinematografici tra la fine degli anni del boom e l'inizio di quelli di "piombo"