by Camille Vivier
20 pages / 23 x 34 cm / full color offset / 2012 / first edition of 500 copies / handnumbered / soft cover
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“These girls? Their curves sketch infinity; their hollows end in, wisps of flesh, dark at times; their eyes pierce the image when they reach you. Waxy bodies drawing the image towards a less synthetic century. Artificial?
Bodies are framed, embedded and enclosed in a photograph. Caught in between limited
spaces: in the depths of a boulder, on a rocky edge, on the top of a shelf. Impossible to escape. Bodies and curios end their way here: still lives aiming at anthropomorphic shapes. In a haze of orange, green, yellow or blue—everything surfaces and evokes the colors of ancient masters.
Another fact: these images are noisy. Noise, a misguiding word that silences light, and
nourishes black and white for a richer silver print. These selfish pictures, pose, freeze out of a storyline. But they take everything they can from the present: urban oddities, the wanderings of a contempary eye, and fragments of a no longer ostentatious luxury. These images, they steal everything: remnants of forgotten French films, some Garrel, some Rivette—but there is no Amour Fou, only an imposed distance. Are they found images? They don’t care about their times, because they curl up—in the city, in wilderness, in a studio or in a forsaken interior. They become a new kind of daguerreotype. It takes us the past to progress.
Light as feathers, round as breasts, these images are voluptuous, straightforward, they
swallow everything. A sentence by Henry Michaux fits them well: “In the warm mist of a
young girl’s breath I found a place…”.
'(via Shelter Press » 012)