Sunday, 12 August 2007

ORACLE ! Camera Magazine 2.

***(Continuity Note: Please scroll down below this posting to view Chapter 1 first).


Camera Magazine lives! Hero’s of Photography : 1. Jean Paul Goude.

‘In our view, the original photographer is one who, by pursuing his aesthetic and narrative project to its ultimate limits, succeeds in drawing us into his own private universe, and, in his own way, touches on the universal. If only each portfolio, just like a novel or a film, while bewitching us with its beauty, could relate a story so powerful that it changes the course of our life.’

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.
This is a man who created his own universe… his own kingdom… a Camelot… and then he breathed life into it’s queen with his powerful visual style… Grace Jones. The Muse. A visual archetype. An original. By Jean Paul Goude.


I've seen that face before...


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.

She was Warhols ‘fag hag’ companion at New York’s hedonistic… coke… ecstasy… amyl nitrate popper sniffing dance floor… dropping pills snorting coke and poppers was de rigeur at Steve Rubells new age Studio 54… the birth of the ecstasy M.D.A. driven disco ‘rave scene’ ...making hip New York disco art legends... and Andy was king… and Andy liked black… he discovered and had an intense relationship with the first really famous black post modernist black painter Basquiat while he partied with Trueman Capote and Jackie O... New York was the celebrity center of the world and ‘black’ was cool.


The infamous "Man In the Moon With a Cocaine Spoon’ wikipedia.



The infamous "Man In the Moon With a Cocaine Spoon’ a symbol of the hedonistic life style.

The original Studio 54 logo. wikipedia.


Studio 54, a look back...







The New York experience changed her. She grew used to using the moment and ‘the look’ and ‘attitude’ to foster a famous persona… Grace adopted a different New Wave style of music with a sophisticated hedononistic s+m androgynous club vibe…
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.



Grace Jones boldly played with sexual and racial stereotypes especially those to do with the black female body and it’s mystic sexuality. This was also one of Goudes obsessions… he produced a book called ‘Jungle Fever’…he was fascinated by the power of black sexuality and it is a recurring theme particularly in his early work.

The character archetype they created together was so successful Grace began being offered iconic movie rolls.


Grace Jones as May Day in A View to a Kill


                                  
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Grace’s work as an actress in a mainstream films first began with the fitting role of Zula, the Amazon in the 1984 film Conan the Destroyer alongside Arnold Schwarzenegger… and it was Goudes creation the studios where buying into, he had succeeded in turning his muse into an international star with a sense of ‘attitude’ and style over content…she’s no a great natural actress…but they booked her for her herself… not so much for the parts she played but for who and what she was… she’d become a living breathing art work… An icon.


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...








He never wasted money… in fact you can plainly see how creatively he gave real value for money, no matter what the budget. What’s interesting in this film is the Svengali like power of illustrator, designer, photographer, film maker and grand choreographer all rolled into one… but above all, in everything he does, there is an illustrators eye at work in the back… he has the ability to bring his illustration into life size 3 D… He was a new kind of artist… a multi media collagist.

We Love Jean Paul Goude...

                                             




With Goude you can see his stills in his films… and his films in his stills.
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...

Grace Jones - Slave To The Rhythm Blooded - 1985...


                          
Grace Jones - Slave To The Rhythm
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There is something profound in all this mythic archetype building… echoing fables of old… the mythological histories of man himself.
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.

Goude used his art to breath life into whatever it was Grace was to become… doing much more than just taking pictures… though I suspect the picture making process was fundamental in defining his basic design for his Muse… Grace maybe in her sixties now… but the ‘Grace Jones’ they created will live forever in her music and her films…

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.

I can’t write like this man can so I wanted you to be touched by his words and how he constructs his ‘profound’ literary vision of Goude. What’s fascinating is the strange symbiotic relationship between his style of writing and the images themselves… even though the words and images come from different genres… This juxtaposition is the genius of Allan Porter… Camera’s brilliant editor… whose work has all the polished simple sophistication of a pre digital world… It’s truly ‘elegant’ art direction.


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.


My sentiments about Goudemalion’s mythology offerings could not be better expressed than in these words of George Bataille ‘ such is life …What was but a figure in a dream becomes a myth. And the living, lying myth becomes destiny and achieves being.’…
‘The Sorcerer’s Apprentice’ would be a fitting description, in its literal sense for Jean Paul Goude.
Edgar Morin.


C.V.: Jean Paul Goude was born in 1940 at Saint-Mande, of an American mother and a French father. He began a career as an illustrator for the Printemps department store in 1964. In 1968 the editor of Esquire invited him to do work for a special edition of the magazine, and two years later he settled in New York where he would become Esquire’s art director. In 1976 he moved to the New York Magazine. He met the singer Grace Jones in 1978 and became manager and art director for her shows, including a London one-man-show of which a movie was made in 1983. Camera magazine.

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.

Jean Paul Goude – Retrospective...







Wednesday, 6 June 2007

ORACLE ! Camera Magazine 1.

When I was a young assistant to a top London fashion photographer we were asked to go to the Photokina Exhibition in Cologne Germany to put on a show… around the late sixties early 70’s  I think it was... 
Each day we photographed two specially imported top London fashion models… shooting on a huge stage. Photo punters buying tickets, sitting around like Romans at the Auditorium… watching a real... imported... ‘London fashion shoot’.
At that time being a London fashion photographer was about as cool as it got…


 


It's like he fucks her... never forget in London the Photographer is "maestro"





Even rock stars needed ‘the smudgers’ to make them look good and they knew it.
So Mick Jagger, The Beatles and David Bailey were pals. 



Mick in Fur by David Bailey @ Hamiltons. John Lennon and Paul McCartney. 1986. Bailey. 
Platinum print. Hamilton Gallery London.


We all worked with what to us was commonplace… a couple of Strobe Swimming pools, huge 5 ft high Perspex fronted soft lights... each with a flash output of 5,ooo jewels of strobe... enough electricity to kill a man in a flash... synched to each other and then to a Hasselblad with an infinite range of lenses…

































Or synched to a 10x8 or 5x4  Sinar ‘view or plate camera’  with an electronic shutter… 























The view camera is a type of camera with a very long history (some modern examples are often mistaken for antiques), but they are still used today by professional and amateur photographers who want full control of their images. Wikipedia.


With each Camera we used a detachable polaroid back for checking ‘the set up’ ...lighting, composition, focus, as "seen through the lens" before we start shooting anything for real.When we were happy with everything in the frame the Polaroid back came off... replaced with a Hasselblad film back… or a film darkslide... or a 10x8 film darkslide... Then we’d shoot the shot. This was a very precise analytic ‘militaristic’ process. 

The models dressing room was on stage too so the audience could watch them making up, doing the hair and styling the models, all done by top experts we’d brought out from London. 

Whilst we busied ourselves setting up… Doing basic composition, focus, lighting etc… Two shows a day. 10 Shows. Shooting fashion pictures on the latest Hasselblad with an  80mm or a 150mm… and a 10 x 8 Sinar ‘view’ camera with a 121mm or a 210mm super angalon… it’s best to shoot fashion on longer focal length lenses as it distorts less and slims down the girl… as well as having a shallow depth of field which makes the subject  stand out sharp against a soft focus background.









Use of a telephoto lens will reduce perspective distortion of the subject and defocus the background, which is desirable in portrait photography. Wikipedia


We had limitless free film stock and plenty of colour Polaroid to play with.
Colour transparency positives of our work were posted on light boxes out side the auditorium entrance after each days show/shoot. 

Everyone could view unedited images as soon as they arrived back from the colour laboratory… so the pictures needed to be good… we made sure they were… that’s what we’d gone over there for …to show ‘the krauts’ London was the birth of cool for the new age of fashion photography …we were competing with ourselves really.
We felt the world was far behind …even ‘the yanks’ …who had been the world leaders… (still were in advertising photography) …This was our time and we knew it. 
And we were professionally very focused in our laisez faire ‘London’ way.
The Brits are at their best playing gifted amateurs. Antonioni's
"Blow Up" Hip Trendy film based on a David Bailey type character... helped make Swinging London and photography everyone's "Obsession de' jour"...

A Beatles soundtrack always booming out as we photographers worked...


                      



And as I was a young rising star they delivered an ice chest full of chilled Lowenbrau to my camera work table every day …good for washing down the odd tab of speed and little pill sized balls of black Afghan hash I’d brought from London... the four 'lads' from Liverpool had quite literally started "turning on" the whole world... I was from Liverpool too... and drink and drugs was a fundamental part of our "Northern Soul" culture.



After the night show we headed for the Red Light district which always had the best Chinese food …and good German Hookers with big tits and legs that went on forever... these often beautiful blonde women in sexy erotic underwear were Germanically efficient at a "you will come now" kind of bringing you off…

they say travel broadens the mind and it did…



The thing I love about YouTube is when I'm writing about a period there is always a film clip portraying the atmosphere of the time.

In this case Helmut Newtons Germanically erotic imaging gives a sense of those red light nights in Cologne...


On one of these all night adventures... between massages... icy plunge pools... icy cold beers and hot steam rooms... more booze... and red lit cheap perfume smelling boudoirs... I met Alan Porter, a Yank in town for the show.

A friend of my boss I think he was... Alan was something I’d never encountered before… He made a living writing about photography... god damn it he knew more about it than I did… and I thought I’d devoured all there was to know about photography… after all it was my job… my life... and he really knew more than me… He edited a magazine called Camera International…

I’d never heard of it before because it was Swiss... probably that's why I'd never heard of it... You know the Swiss... in the words of Orson Welles... as Harry Lime... "in a hundred years of peace the Swiss never invented anything except... the Cookoo Clock" ...and Camera Magazine!

Alan had been brought in to turn it into an international magazine and that’s exactly what he did… I never saw him again after that crazy week in Cologne but actually he changed my life forever. Camera Magazine became my bible, until the day it disappeared without trace… I always knew it was an important piece of work… but it’s only now 20 years later that I begin to realize just how important it actually was and is to me.


Photography may have gone digital but the philosophy of photography as art never changes.

They may have Venus Williams flashing her booty... tennis racquets that can hit a ball at hundreds of miles an hour… but the lines at Wimbledon are still in the same place... the rules too... Techniques and Equipment change but the game remains the same… as with Rugby, Cricket or Tennis or War… It’s the same with Photography.

What made Camera Magazine so special was whilst all the other magazines were like technical data catalogues with a few bad nude pictures thrown in …Camera Magazine was all about Real Art... about the pictures themselves... Image making... The philosophy behind the images… looking into the mind of the man triggering the shutter. It was a forgone conclusion that you understood technique otherwise why become a photographer. The creative philosophy was all. Without a philosophy behind them all the cameras in the world have nothing to say...


Camera Magazine became my bible and I became a star...


The other day I came across some old copies of the publication… not many but enough… I
got lost in them again... decided to share them… Over the next few months I’m going to start a review of some of the thoughts and ideas held between those precious old pages… before they disappear forever.
Camera magazine once helped a young photographer to really understand the
‘image making’ process… the creative elements that make up that process.
In the digital age there seems to be more talk about the technical side of photography than it’s
cerebral intellectual and philosophical side… that is what Camera Magazine changed for me as a young man and I’m sure it can go on doing this for photographers as long as it still exists… and in this blog an edited review version will always exist.For me this will be a journey back to my roots… back to the future. 
And thank you Allen Porter… editor of Camera Magazine… back then.

You changed the world mate!










      



August 1969 Edition.













November 1973 Edition.       August 1974 Edition.














August 1974 Edition.                       May 1978 Edition.


Camera magazine was a photography review published out of Luzern, Switzerland between 1922 and the end of the eighties. Begun as a publication with a goal of raising photography from its early largely documentary function into an art form, the magazine grew to its greatest international influence towards the end of its life of sixty years. On the leading edge of almost every important period in
photography, Camera magazine was many times among the first publications to show the first works of now well-known photographers such as Erduard Steichen, Robert Frank and Jeanloup Sieff. Wikipedia. 

In every professionals life there comes a moment when he suddenly knows why?

When I read this it was one of those moments :
‘In our view, the original photographer is one who, by pursuing his aesthetic and narrative project to its ultimate limits, succeeds in drawing us into his own private universe, and, in his own way, touches on the universal. If only each portfolio, just like a novel or a film, while bewitching us with its beauty, could relate a story so powerful that it changes the course of our life.’

Camera International. Editorial Hiver ’87.


I never saw a better definition… carried it with me for years.For the rest of my life...


To be continued…