Well, this was matter of time. I started working on the sosias project after reading Proust's similarity between Odette and Cefora, back in 2005.
Today I just "discovered" (the most subjective verb with pretensions of objectivity) Stefan Lorant. He even has a biopage on Wikipedia. The foremost genius, from Budapest, as it should be: filmmaker, photographer, editor and a man of images.
There is currently an exhibition in Berlin, curated by Udo Kittelmann, focused on Trier, the guy who designed the covers of his magazine called Lilliput, focused on political satyr. It ran for 162 issues, and the largest collection might be Kittelmann's, who has 142.
The first "parallel" or "yuxtaposition" or "photographic jokes" – as he calls them in a generic way, since he coined no name for it – was one of Rockefeller and an old poor woman. Then he started looking for more, as he was starting a new, independent magazine with few resources but a lot of creativity.
The "idea behind the idea" became "to show how stupid pomposity, how silly self-importance is".
Michael Hallett has written his biography, which I want to get right away. He dubbed him the godfather of photojournalism, but the was more than that: he also invented the photographic sosias (pace Lawrence Weschler).
Entonces mi papá las corrió a las dos. Primero les aguantó todo lo que pudo; pero más tarde ya no pudo aguantarlas más y les dio carrera para la calle. Ellas se fueron para Ayutla o no sé para dónde; pero andan de pirujas. – Juan Rulfo, Es que somos muy pobres
Beyond junk bonds and oil spills, beyond the collapse of Savings and Loans, beyond liquidations and options on futures, beyond basket trading and expanding foreign markets, the Dow Jones industrial average, the Standard & Poor's stock index, mutual funds, commodities, beyond the rising tide of debits and credits, opinion polls, falling currencies, the signs for L. A. Gear and Coca Cola Classic,
the signs for U.S. Steel and General Motors, hi-grade copper, municipal bonds, domestic sugar, beyond fax it and collateral buildups, beyond mergers and acquisitions, leveraged buyouts, hostile takeovers, beyond the official policy on inflation and the consensus on happiness, beyond the national trends in buying and selling, getting and spending, the market stalled and the cost passed on to consumers, beyond the statistical charts on prices, there is something else that drives us, some rage or hunger, some absence smoldering like a childhood fever vaguely remembered or half-perceived, some unprotected desire, greed that is both wound and knife, a failed grief, a lost radiance.
Playboy México publicó este mes el texto en el que narro mi encuentro con Walter Leppers –un alemán que le da la vuelta al mundo en bicicleta– y los días que pasé con él rodando por la ciudad de México.
En 1996, al mudarme al DF, mis compañeros universitarios se burlaban por mi manera de hablar –acento y vocabulario– y por mi forma de vestir (sneakers negros y chanclas: había que usar necesaria y obligatoriamente zapatos de piel). He estado anotando algunas de las palabras que considero típicamente norteñas y que en el DF no se conocen, no se usan o tienen otro significado.
chinola: limpiador de zapatos; procede de una marca gringa, Shinola.
mirruña: algo pequeño
perrón: fregón, padrísimo
calzonudo: valiente o mayor
jale, jalar: trabajar; también: estirar una puerta
It's hard to have a favorite photographer, but after perusing some of the pics of the Brit Chris John DeWitt, I could say that his are my favorites regarding Berlin together with Willy Römer's.
DeWitt's pictures have an eternal beauty, both in black and white and in color. The Berlin pics from the 1980s show the abandoned state of the city, the sadness and its the chilly, indifferent Wall. All this might sound nostalgic today, but life back then wasn't that easy. DeWitt used a lot the red filter to capture the dramatic clouds. He is not only a consummated street photographer, but a witness of the city I love the most and of an era I missed.
"Berlin is a dramatic place, the pivot point of a pretty dramatic century", he writes. Indeed! A city impossible not to fall in love with.
I LOVE that graffito verse on the upper right: Sei schlauer, zerstör die Mauer!
I used to go around this corner for many years, every day
The same here: I crossed this bridge millions of times. One day they closed it and it was substituted by a new one, after many decades. No punks here with dogs asking for money
There have been a few deaths in literature which have been very, very touching.
I just experienced that a couple of minutes ago, as I read how P died in this roman I have been perusing for a few months now. Today's technology makes it even more vivid or authentic. This guy is dying, and his brother sings a spiritual. There I go, and I found it on YouTube. As I am listening to it, I keep reading. Until he dies.