Real diary (60)
by lucas dewaele
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Lucas Dewaele, dagboek
Over fotografie en leven.
(Happening an hour ago – sorry for the visual inconvenience)
Fleamarkets are story-tellers, like your photography.
The French have a lovely word for the phenomena I find on fleamarkets and elsewhere : ‘historiettes’. Doisneau was a great observer of it. And I know some people are frightened by it – because it reveals more than what should remain covered.
“Historiettes” – exaktly.
This is why I visit such events elsewhere, just to peek in circumstances I did not know, and if I am on markets in my childhoods surroundings, I always travel back in time by finding the same old wine-glasses, teapots, picture books, apparels or toys I remember from familiy and friends, mostly with some new thoughts and views on the own history coming up; such might be frightening to some people.
‘Frightening’, because of the confrontation with the past and the consciousness of growing older. And people and things and experiences disappearing. But also ‘frightening’ photographically spoken : this way of analyzing a reality frightens for more reasons than people could pronounce. It opposes the rules of a (virtual) reality some people wish to present as ‘real’ reality. I remember a ‘professor in art’ who openly declared he hated my photography. (I suppose he was frightenend by it…)
I can imagine, someone might feel frigtned by your observations of the prison-like tidiness.