Monday, June 29, 2009
Wallpaper-The shit that traps us
Sometime ago I did most of the shots for Wallpaper's City Guide to Kaapstadt. Here are some shots from the project. They said, 'Do it how you want to do it' and they reaped the reward.
Most of the work was shot on 4 by 5 inch colour negative film.
Look at the shot of the Taal Monument-built on dodgy foundations, but a taut translation of the idea of language(Afrikaans) into a form which is supposed to suggest noise.
No, not synaesthesia.
Some of the last shots are for an almost identical commission undertaken for Case da Abitare.
http://www.phaidon.com/Default.aspx/Web/wallpaper-city-guide-9780714847207
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
N1-2
I just returned from the penultimate thrust up the centre of the country. One more trip and I will be done photographing the N1 Highway.
Up 'til now the project has been a touch unresolved, but I think what binds the work is traces of the people for whom the highway is lifeblood. Portraits are in short supply, but the hint of a presence is pre-eminent.
In a couple of instances I have shelved the obvious or pathetic image in favour of that which suggests. It is too easy to yoke up the master narratives which drive the myth of this route and ride rough.
The gentleman whose hair is the same colour as the 'veld'(dry, yellow expanse of grassland) is a fitter-and-turner. He has been jobless for some time and his sister booted him out of the door. My guess is that he has gone hopelessly along this stretch of road in both directions many times, his hopeful thumb a tireless masthead on a sinking ship.
I prefer the shot of his back with pink spine.
The blood is from a human, the wreck and salvage crew worked nearby.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Handbags.
I have often wondered what is in the handbags of the sex workers who line some of the main drags in Cape Town, and other major cities of the world for that matter.
In order to answer the question I hired a transporter van and built a small studio in the back thereof. My assistant Kyle and I purchased some chocolate bars and sodas and drove to where the workers ply their trade.
The title of the work may seem hackneyed, but some of the prostitutes certainly are not.
It seemed to us that they welcomed the opportunity to engage in something unusual. Here were two trim, satisfied young men inviting them to reveal the contents of their handbags for a small amount of cash. This is as opposed to unsatisfied rotund gentlemen in fat pick-ups asking them for far, far more.
It's likely that political correct commentators will question the way in which the bags are shown. If one looks carefully at the hands and the tiny parts of the bag-owners which enter the frame a lot can be read in their subtly scarred forearms and hands. The revealing action also is quite tender I think.
The photography which has appealed to me the most over the years is that which transgresses what has been prohibited before in an intelligent and conscious way.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Take your style!
Last year I travelled to The Ivory Coast, Cameroon, Ghana and Angola. Between my commissioned work I photographed the strongmen of the ports of West Africa.
It's difficult to do this if you are not pushy because power, language and cultural relations are not knowable immediately. My assistant, Laurant, at one point, while translating and smoothing the portrait process, called on the sitters to 'take your style!'.
As soon as the workers understood this they began to fashion their own portraits and own the process and the outcome. I feel that both parties benefitted, and that an exteriority and mode of presentation typical of the general region emerged.
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