I have already completed the exercises in volving writing about some of my own images and this
exercise asks me to research & analyse one image – my choice from four
provided in the course notes. I’m going
to go with this one.
Robert
Frank ‘London Street 1951’
Here's what I've written:
Even
without its helpful and specific title, one could make a fair shot at identifying
time and place for this image. The two
vehicles and the little girl’s mackintosh would probably place it in the middle
part of the 20th century; and the housing would suggest UK, with
London as a good bet. Actually, though,
a little bit of Internet research leads me to put a question mark against the
exact location. I came across a print of
this image, on sale through Christies here, going under the title London
(Belsize Crescent) 1951-52. Looking at a
current Google Streetview image of Belsize Crescent, one might question the
accuracy of that title and wonder whether Belsize Terrace looks a better match.
Not
that it matters, of course, other than as a small illustration of how an image
develops a life of its own and easily loses contact with notions of truth and
reality. It doesn’t take too much
further digging around to discover that there is, probably, a story around the
creation of the image. It is in a
sequence of at least three photographs taken by Frank at this location in the
winter of 1951-52. There are diptych
prints around of two images, one a front view of the hearse and the other a
different version of the girl running, in which she is closer to the hearse –
see below.
So,
we might imagine Frank, walking the streets of London on that damp foggy
winter’s day, during his visit to London, from Paris, in late 1951to early
1952, documenting the contrasts of the city – bankers in bowlers on the one
hand and workers on the other - collecting images, some of which would
eventually form part of his ‘Black White & Things’ book produced in 1952,
and which would later form part of the ‘London & Wales’ book or the ‘Storylines’
exhibition more than fifty years later.
He sees potential in the hearse, empty, open, absurdly waiting
unattended for who or what; and then the little girl appears, running down the
pavement – from the rain, from Frank, from the hearse, who knows – but he has
time to take (at least) two images of her from the back before she runs round
the corner that seems to lie to her left in the original image from the course notes. That may or may not be the ‘truth’; and the
image now has the kind of iconic status that puts its reading and interpretation
into the public domain of multiple readings where the ‘reality’ of what
actually took place ceases to have meaning or relevance.
So,
how do I read it? The dark shape of the
hearse’s body dominates the frame, contrasting sharply with the almost white,
almost washed out sky, into which the background buildings seem to fade
completely. The diagonal lines, formed
by the converging perspective of street, terrace, pavement and vehicle, all
lead, more or less, to the figure of the little girl, as she runs, silhouetted
against the wet pavement that is rendered almost white as it reflects the sky
and mist. The open rear door of the
hearse frames a street cleaner, who stands beside his hand-cart, apparently
watching from the other side of the street. A lorry is just visible, parked
further down the street, and there could be another figure, standing by it or
crossing the road. It is a dull, damp,
wet scene – funereal, one might say. Whatever
time of day, there can have been very little light and Frank must have been
using a sensitive film to have captured the girl in motion as he has – hence the
grainy nature of the print, which adds to the sombre feel of the image.
It
is the juxtapositions that pose questions, prompt thoughts and reflections, and
ultimately, I suggest, lead to the longevity if the image. Although it was created and has been
presented alongside images that contrast different strata of British society in
the early fifties, this particular image is class-less. Its ‘signs’ are about life in general –
unlike, say, the comparisons between Frank’s images of London bankers and Welsh
miners, all taken around the same time.
In this photograph, Frank has created a surreal scene out of the absurd
accidents and incidents of ordinary life.
Death, represented by the hearse and the ‘grim reaper’ character across
the road, awaits all of us – even this little girl who runs innocently away
from our view. It’s hard not to read the
image in this way. Some years later,
Jack Kerouac, in his introduction to Frank’s groundbreaking book ‘The Americans’,
said that Frank “... sucked a sad poem right out of America onto film ...”. That book, and the ‘road trips’ that led to
its influential sequence of images, was still some years away when the
photographer, just 27 in 1951 and recently a father, took this little series of
shots on a London street. But this
particular composition seems to fulfil that poetic notion – innocent and
insignificant, apparently, yet provocative and unsettling.
I
would suggest that it is a photograph ‘of its time’ in more ways than one. Its power and its poetry stem, partly, from
the association with and connotation of ‘truth’ that a grainy, black and white
print possesses. In the introduction to
Frank’s book ‘London/Wales’, in which this image appears more than fifty years
after it was taken, he is quoted as saying ‘... London was black, white and
grey ...”. The scene must, of course,
have existed on colour, albeit muted in this light, but we read the ‘truth’ as
this black and white. In an interview
with Sean O’Hagan in the Observer in 2004, Frank says “The kind of photography
I did is gone.” And “There are too many pictures now.” It is difficult to imagine a colour
photograph of a similar scene in a London street today having the same poetic
power. And to recreate the scene, in
grainy black and white would not be the ‘truth’, perhaps? The photographic image’s slippery
relationship with truth and reality is well illustrated here, as its ability to
rival poetry in addressing some of the essences of human life, or death.
Some notes about what I’ve done for
this exercise:
I could,
maybe should, have done more ‘book’ research in putting together this analysis. I’ve done quite a bit on the Internet, but
finding evidence of ‘learned’ pieces on the subject hasn’t been easy. I do have Frank’s ‘The Americans’, and can also
pick up references to him and his work in other general photographic
publications. I know that this images
appeared in ‘London/Wales’ and in the ‘Storylines’ exhibition at about the same
time (c2003-4), but I’m still not sure where, if anywhere, it was published
closer to the time it was made. In the
past, I have often gone out and bought the books I wanted to consult, and might
have done so had this been an assignment, but I think I need to try and find
access to a sizeable library to support my future studies.
Good piece Stan. Frank said (I wish I could find the attribution!!!) '...Black and White are the colours of photography. To me, the symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is subjected'. I got the quote from Geoff Dyers book 'The on-going Moment' - terrific read,btw. His statement seems particularly apposite for the conditions he found himself in that day in London?
ReplyDeleteYes, John, Dyer's book is a favourite of mine, too. I've read it twice & you might have prompted me to read it again! Just looked up the quote in there & it comes, of course, in a section where he is commenting on the emergence of colour with Eggleston & others. I'm still not sure whether we don't actually see B&W as the 'colour' of scenes such as this because that is the only way we can see them - in the form recorded by Frank & others. My memory doesn't quite go back as far as this - but my earliest memories are of 1953 & they are in colour - red, white & blue.
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