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THE MANNEQUINS OF THE STARS
I have always been fascinated by mannequins, especially those with the patina of time, historicized. It is art in its own right, solid holograms as mirrors of societies and mores. Today I present some mannequins from the historical catalog of La Rosa atelier, a famous Italian brand that has been making beautiful mannequins since the 1920s.
One of the characteristics of the house has always been to be inspired by the movie stars of the time. The first 4 photos are from the 1940s collections: I see Veronica Lake, Lauren Bacall, Errol Flynn and Nuto Navarrini.
The other 4 photos are from the 1930s collections. See how the style, hairstyles and the very expression of the faces change. And you have not seen the 1960s and 1970s.
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A SPLENDID DEATH PARTY
This is a photo of Bar Regina, in the 1930s one of the busiest haunts in Savona's main Via Paleocapa. I don't know about you, but I am so struck by these old photographs so rich in detail and crowd, I stop to breathe in an environment that is no longer there, to zoom in on the details (Idrolitina), regretting that some are blurred and will forever remain unknown. I mostly look at the faces of people of the time and long dead. But are they really dead? If I look at the creepy man exactly in the center of the crowd, yes, the one with the spirited eyes who seems to have ended up there by accident, then I get a chill and suddenly the SHINING effect is triggered in my mind.
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Louise, 1931. Web exiles
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Ute Mahler, East Germany, 1975 circa
Sibylle Bergemann, Marisa e Liane , Sellin 1981
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Drams in jail
Art on a prison wall. Manuel de police scientifique. 1911.
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Cthulhu doesn't exist
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combinations and interferences
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The Three Ages of Life
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From the top of Alvaro Siza's great curved apartment building, the eye looking toward East Berlin would have been little if one of its tenants had not "decorated" it with that uncertain graffiti, which has become one of the city's symbols. The inspiration was probably the weeping eye from the movie poster based on Francoise Sagan's novel.
Good morning Sadness, more than yesterday, less than tomorrow
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DOROTHY'S BLACK LIFE
Morning of September 4, 1957, 15-year-old Dorothy Counts is the first black girl admitted to an all-white institution, Harding High School, an exclusive high school in Charlotte, North Carolina.
The reception given to her by the white public is horrendous: snickering, name-calling, spitting, stone-throwing and various trash. The presence of many reporters and photographers inflames the excitement of the white youth but perhaps prevents them from committing far more violent actions, and Dorothy is calm, has no reaction, tries not to betray emotion even though her face is livid.
Along the avenue leading to the entrance the young girl is surrounded by a large crowd of students and onlookers.
The wife of John Z. Warlick, head of the Charlotte White Citizens Council, incites the boys:
Don't let her near the school!
Then she incites the girls: Spit on her, girls, come on, spit!
Dorothy continues to advance. The first stones fly, grazing her, the spitting is not counted. The adults present do not intervene in her defense. The teachers in the classroom ignore her. In the cafeteria, a garbage bucket is emptied on her table.
The racist violence continues at home: anonymous phone calls, threats, her father's car smashed during the night.
The next day, at school, Dorothy finds her locker opened and emptied. Dorothy attends school for only four agonizing days, then her father decides to withdraw her from school.
The family moved far away, to Pennsylvania, and Dorothy continued her studies until she graduated.
It will take fifty years of struggles, racial crimes and social changes to achieve some justice.
In 2006 Dorothy receives an email from a certain Woody Cooper. He was one of the guys who insulted her in her photos and wants to apologize. They meet for lunch and Cooper asks her for forgiveness. She replies: I forgave you a long time ago, this is the opportunity to do something for our children and grandchildren.
So they decide to tell their story, giving many interviews together.
In 2008, Harding High School awarded her an honorary diploma. In all those years Dorothy has always been committed to the civil rights of blacks. Meeting children and young people in schools, Dorothy quotes the words that her father said to her on September 4th many years ago:
Remember everything you were taught. She faces adversity head on. You are not inferior to anyone.
In 2010, Harding High School renamed its library in her honor, an honor rarely given to living people.
The sequence of these incredible photos (some won important awards) illustrate the madness and wickedness of racism, which is certainly not over in the USA and in many countries too.
We are now going back in time, together with civilization and democracy.
Closed in the small bubble of good and kind people, we are letting bullshit chants, intolerance and hatred prevail in our country.
Photos are by Don Sturkey, Douglas Martin and others. Sources: Wikipedia, Charlotteobserver.com, Renato Paone of The Huffington Post
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THE HELPLESS STATUES
Belgian, sixty-three-year-old Patricia Broothaers makes her sculptures. They are lost souls. Their gaze escapes you, freezes, gets lost in distant memories.
Their life is a dream of fog and confused thoughts. What do those creatures alone with themselves dream about? They inhabit uncertainty, slim and resigned silhouettes, mocked humanity, send us back to our awkward childhood, reveal flaws, discomforts, shaken bodies, their faces gaunt, their hands reduced to substance.
Freely adapted from the card of Lucien Rama, art critic, Christine Colon Gallery
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DEATH AND STATUES
During the war, in October 1941, the pro-Nazi Vichy government decreed that statues "without artistic or historical importance" could be torn to pieces by the Germans in order to reuse the metal.
In December, the photographer Pierre Jahan, taking considerable risks, photographed them, piled up in a courtyard in Paris, in the 12th arrondissement, ready to leave for the foundries.
Jean Cocteau was so enthusiastic about those photographs that he decided to publish them in a book, writing the text himself.
Just over a hundred pages, the illustrated volume was published at the end of the war, in 1946, and republished several times. It is one of the most beautiful, saddest and most engaging photographic books ever made, just look at the photos of the dying alligators or the discouragement of the young orphan of the other statues of his family. I don't think it has ever been published in other countries. It can be found online at decent prices. There is also a first edition with a dedication by Cocteau for 1,200 euros.
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Washerwomen 1900 c.a - Celle Ligure (Italy)
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"Mom, I'm a communist!"
"We adopted you."
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The "Mater Dolorosa"
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Imagine making your bed
It's easy if you try
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