The Peregrine by J.A.Baker

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I was at a dinner last week in Zurich after the opening of the World Press Photo Award exhibition hosted by my friends at Keystone. During the dinner I asked my companions if they had any suggestions for one thing – perhaps a book, a work of art, a musical arrangement –  I should experience in my life that was familiar to them but not to me. I offered The Peregrine by JA Baker.

“From fall to spring, J.A. Baker set out to track the daily comings and goings of a pair of peregrine falcons across the flat fen lands of eastern England. He followed the birds obsessively, observing them in the air and on the ground, in pursuit of their prey, making a kill, eating, and at rest, activities he describes with an extraordinary fusion of precision and poetry. And as he continued his mysterious private quest, his sense of human self slowly dissolved, to be replaced with the alien and implacable consciousness of a hawk. It is this extraordinary metamorphosis, magical and terrifying, that these beautifully written pages record.”

The suggestions I received back were varied, beautiful and thoughtful and included, a 9ft Stewart surfboard, a painting by Leonardo da Vinci, a work of Swiss fiction – more on that list when I have experienced them all.

GK

War/Photography Exhibition at the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston. November 2012

Two very interesting (and flattering)  reviews by Geoff Dyer of Anne Wilkes Tucker’s long awaited curation of war photography at the MFA in Houston later this year.

http://lightbox.time.com/2012/10/16/warphotography-by-geoff-dyer/#11

http://articles.latimes.com/2013/apr/20/entertainment/la-et-cm-war-photography-20130421

Book review: The Meadow – Lifestyle – DNA

I have just read this outstanding investigative book in the murder of 5 western tourists in Kashmir in 1995. It sheds a lot of light on the politics of the region, a terrific resource for those of us interested in Kashmir.

 

Book review: The Meadow – Lifestyle – DNA.

The Invisible Man – Liu Bolin at Fotografiska – Stockholm.

I just spent a few hours at Fotografiska,  substantial new Museum for photography in Stockholm.  If you haven’t seen it yet and have time before September 11th I suggest a visit to Liu Bolin’s “Invisible Man” .

The Invisible Man / Current Exhibitions / The Museum / Startpage – Fotografiska – A meeting point for contemporary photography.

The Mexican Suitcase Exhibition at the International Center of Photography [ICP], New York.

101 poorly illuminated contact sheets on burnt ochre walls is a lot to absorb, but the fanfare that preceded the presentation of the infamous Robert Capa ‘Mexican Suitcase’ at the ICP suggested that the experience would be worth the visit. Indeed it was, but not in the way I anticipated.

In the dark years of World War II when Robert Capa and his left leaning friends left Paris as the Nazis rolled into France, they gave a small suitcase to the Mexican Military Attaché in Vichy France for safe keeping. The suitcase contained three boxes of neatly rolled negatives exposed during the Spanish Civil War in the late 1930‘s . They belonged to photographers Robert Capa, Gerda Taro (Capa’s lover), David ‘Chim’ Seymour and Fred Stein.  After the war the Attaché, a Colonel, returned home where he died a General. In 2006 his heirs returned the small and inconspicuous suitcase of negatives to Capa’s brother Cornell – founder of the ICP in New York.

There has been much speculation that the suitcase would contain answers to questions of veracity and integrity asked of Capa’s work since his death. Perhaps it would contain brilliant and unseen images or at least fill in the gaps of our knowledge about the man we know as the worlds greatest war photographer. So what of the photographs?

Quite frankly they are of greater interest to an academic or a Capa groupie than they are of interest to the either the casual consumer of photography or the chattering photographic classes. Other than the previously published battle images by Capa of the Republican 5th Corps the collection lacks the grace or muscularity evident in Capa’s most famous works, either from Spain or the Normandy landings, and it reveals no previously unseen work of any merit.  What we see is the work of a group of fledgling photographers making early steps and learning the craft. There is little of real interest in the contact sheets, which is presumably why the ICP insisted on printing them so small that they were almost impossible to read, and – note to the curator – the useless hardware store magnifying tool they provided seemed an unnecessary conceit. We weren’t looking at vintage contacts, so they were of no historical interest, they weren’t printed at the size they would originally have been printed so why not make them big enough to read in the first place?

The exhibition was exhausting to regard and added little to the sum of our knowledge about Capa or his illustrious friends. It’s curation was weak but in fairness the material was weak to start with. If we had seen this newly discovered work in the context of the work we know from the Capa oeuvre it would have been more convincing.

But it was worth the visit.

Why? Well it reminds me that this form of photography was born at a time of terrible political repression and the proto war photographers had as their principal objective a desire to smash totalitarianism and Fascism. This was muscular unambiguous advocacy using photography. The work was empathetic certainly, but mostly it was opinionated and angry, and I was left thinking that if they hadn’t used photographs Capa, Taro, Seymour and Stein would have used razors to slash the face of totalitarianism.

I am confronted daily with ambiguous post modern photography that objectifies and banalizes those suffering from injustice produced by photographers who seem to fall over themselves to run away from an opinion. The Mexican Suitcase holds no hidden surprises, no holy grail, but it was gratifying to be reminded of Capa’s clarity of view, even if I had to use binoculars to see it.

Gary Knight
New York
2nd December 2010