Camera International… Editorial Hiver ’87.
‘The Artist of the Muse’ Jean Paul Goude.
One of the most interesting of postmodernist photographers funded by commerce, the big corporations and in the end even the French government… Camera magazine drew my eye to his work nearly 20 years ago.I started writing this as a tribute to Camera magazine but the more research I did the more I realized that all those years ago Camera had turned me on to an incredible artist, which may be the biggest compliment you could give to an art magazine I guess, Alan Porter the Art editor had an eye for true greatness and brought it to a generations attention…so if this posting seems more about Goude than Camera; it is… but that’s only one of the reasons… the other is the article was the story of a young man with his life’s work in front of him… now Goudes story can be told with interesting hindsight I hope you find it as interesting to read as it was for me to research.
Grace Jones. wikipedia.
Grace Jones was born Grace Mendoza on May 19, 1948, in Spanish Town, Jamaica.
Starting with Island records… where Chris Blackwell had the amazing good taste and foresight to see the explosion of Jamaican music that was growing out of Prince Buster and the Ska blue beat bands... If anyone foresaw the enormous effect Jamaica was going to have on modern rock music it was Blackwell, who set up a recording studio in Jamaica helping develop some of the reggae greats… Like Sly and Robbie.
Grace was a typically powerful Jamaican woman… who emigrated to ‘hip’ New York were she met Goude. Proud. Tough. Beautiful. The gays loved her flamboyant style …she had a series of dance hall hits from her first three albums… ‘Portfolio’… ‘Fame’… ‘Muse’ …becoming a gay icon… a new wave Marlene Dietrich.
At Studio 54 she became Andy Warhol’s muse. He shot a great number of pictures of her… immortalizing her as a fashion icon/ item with his small hand held flash camera which he carried everywhere. He took thousands of ‘snaps’ of the rich and famous New York art and society cognoscenti. Grace was a great favourite at the court of Warhol.
The infamous "Man In the Moon With a Cocaine Spoon’ wikipedia.
releasing ‘Warm Leatherette’ (1980) and ‘Nightclubbing’ (1981).
‘With the change in musical style there also came a dramatic visual make over , created in partnership with stylist Jean – Paul Goude whom she eventually married and had a son with. Jones adopted a severe, androgynous look with square – cut hair and angular padded clothes. The iconic cover photographs of Nightclubbing and, subsequently, Slave to the Rhythm (1985) exemplified this new identity. To this day, Jones is known for her unique look at least as much as she is for her music..’ wikipedia.
Grace Jones in her 1985 Kieth Haring ‘styled’ performance at Paradise Garage, New York.
The character archetype they created together was so successful Grace began being offered iconic movie rolls.
Goude fascinates me because he even took this still photographers vision into film and made it rock there too… many photographers, myself included, made this jump… from stills advertising photographer to commercials director… successfully creating a genre that produced some interesting huge budget t.v. commercials… but most of us never did anything better than what we had already done in stills… whilst Goude’s ideas just seemed to get bigger and bigger and in his case everything had a breathtaking quality of origionality…
Grace Jones Citroen CX Car Advert...
Scary Carrie...
We Love Jean Paul Goude...
All the imaging of Grace the Amazon… Grace the Muse… Grace the black Archetype… is all born out of a creative womb hidden deep inside Goude’s head… it makes a lot of sense that he had a kid with her... David Bailey reckons… ‘you don’t have to sleep with the model… but it helps!’…Goude probably had to sleep with her to really understand her… then he used media to create his own Muse...
Stories that are not just fairytales… Tales of the Greek tragedies for example… they live on and on for a reason… they are lessons in understanding ‘mankind’ …the core identity… Id… Like the story tellers of ancient times who blow everlasting life into mythic characters that are archetypes of the soul. A good analogy in fact for Goudes photography and life.
I want to cover what Camera magazine prophetically wrote about Goude all those years ago.
This article was what turned me on to Goude in the first place… giving me an actual example of how far we can extend the boundaries of our work as photographers.
I could have read the text and regurgitated it myself as a copyright safe section but that would be doing a disservice to Edgar Morin the writer who wrote the piece.
This article and it’s style are a good insight into the literary elegance of creativity in those days.
And one thing Camera always did was to front line the war of ‘is photography art?’
Not only using brilliant design and pictures but the writing too was always way above the stuff you found in other photo magazines which were usually technical manuals with some nudes thrown in… still are… so let the poetry of Morin’s writings wash over you with the pictures…adding an additional ‘focused’ dimension to understanding the mind of the man who created Grace Jones.
Jean Paul Goude. A portfolio. Camera International ‘Ete ’88...
‘What was a figure in a dream becomes a myth. And the living, lying myth becomes destiny and achieves being’
Jean Paul Goude has, on his mother’s side, traces of Queens and Broadway culture in his veins. But he is not a New Yorker solely by ancestry. This also came about by attraction, as it has done for other young French people fascinated by the City of Cities, who since the sixties, have become New Yorkers in New York. But Goude is more New Yorker than the New Yorkers themselves, rooted as they are in their respective neighbourhoods, communities and childhood districts. It is the young arrivals from Europe who dart about between the different New Yorks… Greenwich Village, Harlem, Bronx… mingling and blending into a city of such incredible variety as to be a microcosm of our World. The combined elements making up New York is an incitement to an art characterized by juxtaposition, assemblage, patchwork, chance encounters, neo realism (In New York, surrealism is a vision, a passion, a spontaneous ethos that really does exist; it pervades everything , the streets, the facades, the bars, the shows, the daydream heads that brush unseeing against each other in the subway)… ‘the finest ordering of things may resemble a heap of hastily – assembled garbage.’ Heraclitus.
That is the unconscious principle behind New York art.
Goude is an artist whose art took shape in New York.
He carried on elsewhere, in different places, but he is a post New York artist.
‘He achieves his fantasies’, they say. But he achieves them with drawing, design, photography, materials, dressing, makeup, flesh, body movements and most importantly, with the human body itself. His work embraces artefacts and living beings. He uses the ephemeral to produce the ephemeral, but the printed impression of this ephemerality becomes enduring, causing to be consigned to museums what started out as the antithesis of conservation. But perhaps this is because the word museum meant Temple of the Muses ? Indeed, Goude’s most remarkable works issue from the exaltation of his Muses, transfigured through his work into Myths.
Goude has transfigured women who, in return, have transformed Goude. They already exuded an extraordinary radiance themselves. They were already somehow divine.
We must not imagine that Goude was their Pygmalion, civilizing uncouth beauties by refining them. On the contrary, he revealed their wildness and animality at the same time as he rendered sacred and exalted their bodies and exquisite faces.
The Pygmalion of legend was a king of Cyprus who carved a statue of a woman whom he married when Aphrodite brought the statue to life. Goudmalion sculpts a woman he espouses, but his sculpture is not a statue of stone; and it is more than a statue of human flesh endowed with soul, for he creates a mythical figure wherein the living substance, without ceasing to live, is transfigured into a creature of dreams and legend.
‘The Sorcerer’s Apprentice’ would be a fitting description, in its literal sense for Jean Paul Goude.
Edgar Morin.
I leave you with this film clip as a final brilliant appraisal of Goudes work… this clip looks and feels like labour of love… a fitting tribute to a great postmodernist artist.