{"id":20354,"date":"2014-05-27T23:41:33","date_gmt":"2014-05-28T03:41:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nearbycafe.com\/artandphoto\/photocritic\/?p=20354"},"modified":"2014-08-06T21:45:32","modified_gmt":"2014-08-07T01:45:32","slug":"ends-and-odds-yet-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nearbycafe.com\/artandphoto\/photocritic\/2014\/05\/27\/ends-and-odds-yet-again\/","title":{"rendered":"Ends and Odds Yet Again"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"A.<\/a>Hose Me Down<\/strong><\/p>\n

One problem with working as a photo critic and historian for so many years (46 and counting): hard to turn it off. Forinstance, while reading Steve Martin’s engaging memoir of his years in live comedy,\u00a0Born Standing Up: A Comic’s Life<\/em> (Scribner, 2007), I chanced upon\u00a0a passage that I then discovered has become, if not legendary, at least often enough cited to get treated as received fact<\/a>:<\/p>\n

My final day at the magic shop <\/em>[in Disneyland, where he worked as a teenager], I stood behind the counter where I had pitched Svengali decks and the Incredible Shrinking Die, and I felt an emotional contradiction: nostalgia for the present. Somehow, even though I had stopped working only minutes earlier, my future fondness for the store was clear, and I experienced a sadness like that of looking at a photo of an old, favorite pooch. It was dusk by the time I left the shop, and I was redirected by a security guard who explained that a photographer was taking a picture and would I please use the side exit.<\/em><\/p>\n

I did, and saw a small, thin woman with hacked brown hair aim her large-format camera directly at the dramatically lit castle, where white swans floated in the moat underneath the functioning drawbridge. Almost forty years later, when I was in my early fifties, I purchased that photo as a collectible, and it still hangs in my house. The photographer, it turned out, was Diane Arbus. I try to square the photo’s breathtaking romantic image with the rest of her extreme subject matter, and I assume she saw this facsimile of a castle as though it were a kitsch roadside statue of Paul Bunyan. Or perhaps she saw it as I did: beautiful.<\/em><\/p>\n

\"Steve<\/a>What a remarkable coincidence \u2014 Steve Martin and Diane Arbus crossing paths in front of the Sleeping Beauty Castle at Disneyland in 1962, he an old hand there (even at a young age) and she new to it. A classic moment of cultural overlap.<\/p>\n

But Arbus didn’t work with a “large-format camera.” By the time she made that image she’d moved from the 35mm Leica to the twin-lens reflex, as indicated by the square format of that negative. Her\u00a0Rolleiflex was as large as her format got. And Martin, long a collector of contemporary art and photography, numbering more than few\u00a0photographers among his friends and acquaintances since his teens, as he indicates, must know the difference. If he did see a woman using a large-format camera that day, it assuredly wasn’t Arbus.<\/p>\n

\"Steve<\/a>

Steve Martin, yearbook photo, Garden Grove High School, 1963<\/p><\/div>\n

Then there’s the chronology. The standard date given for “A castle in Disneyland, Cal.”<\/a> is 1962; we have no reason to doubt its accuracy.\u00a0According to the preceding paragraph of Martin’s account, however, this intersection with Arbus took place after Martin graduated high school, entered Santa Ana Junior College, auditioned successfully for a position\u00a0at Knott’s Berry Farm, and quit his Disneyland gig to take that new job.<\/p>\n

But Martin didn’t graduate from Garden Grove High School until spring of 1963. So he didn’t\u00a0enter Santa Ana Junior College till fall of that year \u2014 a year after Arbus made her Disneyland image. And he gives his meager salary at Knott’s Berry Farm\u00a0in 1963 dollars. Which leads me to conclude that he’s invented\u00a0the whole episode about watching\u00a0Arbus at the moment of that exposure.<\/p>\n

Maybe this story will boost the auction price of Martin’s print in the secondary market. It certainly made\u00a0a resonant anecdote. Until what I know triggered my doubts, leading to\u00a0this bit of basic research. At which point those reservations colored what I’d read up till then, and everything that came after.<\/p>\n

See what I mean?<\/p>\n

\"Diane<\/a>

Diane Arbus, “A Castle in Disneyland, 1962,” edition label<\/p><\/div>\n

Knowing too much infects everything from watching tall, handsome Keith Carradine play E. J. Bellocq in Louis Malle’s 1978 film\u00a0Pretty Baby<\/em> (while remembering that Bellocq was a hydrocephalic dwarf) to\u00a0reading\u00a0John Berger’s typically eloquent paean<\/a>\u00a0to Pentti Sammallahti’s mystical relationship to the dogs in his photographs (while knowing that this\u00a0Finnish photographer uses sardine oil to attract them into his camera’s field of vision and hold them there). One big spoiler alert, in short.<\/a><\/p>\n

Selfies with the Dead<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"Christopher<\/a>

Christopher Rivera, wake, San Juan, Puerto Rico, 1-31-13. Fox News screenshot.<\/p><\/div>\n

Those edgy Puerto Rican surrealists keep pushing the envelope. Earlier this year, I wrote about the bizarre January 2014\u00a0“thematic wake”<\/a>\u00a0of murdered Puerto Rican boxer Christopher Rivera Amaro, in which, at the family\u2019s request, a mortuary in San Juan presented the cadaver, tricked out\u00a0in its former occupant\u2019s boxing outfit, standing up in a makeshift boxing ring, so that mourners could include the corpse in their selfies.<\/p>\n

This wasn’t a one-shot idea.\u00a0As a follow-up to the Rivera event, “An 80-year-old Puerto Rican woman has been memorialized at her wake sitting in her favorite rocking chair and wearing her old wedding gown” by the same mortuary, Marin Funeral Home. “The body of Georgina Chervony Lloren was propped up in her red-cushioned rocking chair Monday and wearing the gown from her second marriage 32 years ago. She was surrounded by plants and flowers.\u00a0Her daughter, Miriam Chervony, said her mother specified that this was how she imagined her wake. She died Sunday,” according to the May 26 Fox News account<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\"Wake<\/a>

Wake of Georgina Chervony Lloren, San Juan, Puerto Rico, May 26, 2014. Screenshot from AP website.<\/p><\/div>\n

Turns out the installation artists at Marin Funeral Home\u00a0have a substantial track record for these stagings. The earliest I could find dates from August 2008, when they premiered 24-year-old Angel Luis Pantoja Medina \u2014\u00a0“shot 11 times, twice in the face, and tossed over a bridge in his underwear”\u00a0\u2014 on his feet,\u00a0dressed in his street clothes, tied to a wall, at his wake for three days. (This involved the mortuary’s use of “a\u00a0special embalming treatment.”) Visitors nicknamed him\u00a0el muerto parao<\/i>\u00a0\u2014 dead man standing. (Click here<\/a> for the Los Angeles Times<\/em> report.)<\/p>\n

Then, on\u00a0April 26, 2010, they presented 22-year-old David Morales Col\u00f3n, killed in a\u00a0shooting, posed crouching on his motorcycle. (Click here<\/a>\u00a0for a news story and video clip.) Soon thereafter, on\u00a0July 9th, 2010, they posed an unnamed paramedic in his ambulance. (Click here<\/a> for a YouTube video.)<\/p>\n

\"Postmortem<\/a>

Postmortem photograph, anonymous, circa 1880<\/p><\/div>\n

In July 2011 they succeeded in an apparent first effort at outdoor siting, placing the corpse of Carlos Market Cabrera seated “on a table located under a tent in the field under the San Jose community Reservoir in Hato Rey,” accessorized with a beret, dark glasses, and a snuff box. (No photos or video available, alas, only this report<\/a>.) There followed an unexplained hiatus until the\u00a0proprietor of the\u00a0Marin Funeral Home, Damaris Marin, and his team resumed their project with the Rivera piece earlier this year.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, this concept started to catch on elsewhere; perhaps this marks the return of postmortem photography to popular culture. The 2011 “Last Ride,”<\/a> a 140-minute performance and installation staged in Philadelphia, “was inspired by the work of the Marin Funeral Home,” according to the artist, Andria Morales. On July 19, 2012, “Uncle” Lionel Batiste<\/a>, New Orleans jazz drummer and man about town, dressed to the nines at his wake, leaning on a lamppost and holding his trademark cane.<\/p>\n

On February 1, 2014,\u00a0the family of an 82-year-old Ohio biker\u00a0“fulfilled his dying wish by burying him astride his beloved Harley-Davidson in a see-through casket. Dressed in his leathers and sunglasses, and sitting on top of his 1967 Electra Glide cruiser, Billy Standley, who died on Sunday, was taken for one last ride.” (Click here<\/a> for the Patryn World News report.)<\/p>\n

And, this April,\u00a0New Orleans socialite Mickey Easterling, at her wake in the Big Easy’s Saenger Theater, presided over the doings\u00a0“amid a garden tableau resembling her own backyard, sitting with a glass of champagne in her hand, a pink boa swathing her neck.” (Click here<\/a> for news story and slideshow.) Think of it as Joel-Peter Witkin going mainstream.<\/p>\n

\"Kim<\/a>

Kim Kardashian and Kanye West, photobooth image, May 24, 2104.<\/p><\/div>\n

This melding of vernacular and fine-art photography, marrying as it does the directorial impulse, the funerary or postmortem image, and the “selfie,” speaks to a\u00a0growing appetite for the spectacular not just in our lives but in our deaths as well. This becomes ever more elaborate and orgiastic, whether it takes the form of suicide bombing, senseless slaughter by deranged gunmen in our schools and other public places, or the demonstrations of mass hysteria following the accidental demise of “the people’s princess.”<\/p>\n

Given our obsession with celebrities like Kim Kardashian and Kanye West, their demonstrable flair for spectacle, and the increasing explicitness of his music and music videos, we can not only relish the recent nuptials of Kimye but anticipate, upon their shuffling off the coil, a chance to see them stuffed and, if not mounted, at least holding hands. And, even if on a lower budget, we can opt to go out the same ways ourselves.<\/p>\n

Working Definition<\/strong><\/p>\n

Not too far off-topic, I commend to your attention “Verbatim: What Is a Photocopier?”<\/a> This short video from the\u00a0New York Times<\/em>\u00a0dramatizes, word for word, an excerpt from the\u00a0legal transcript\u00a0of an Ohio Supreme Court\u00a0deposition. It’s part of “a\u00a0series\u00a0\u2026\u00a0that transforms verbatim (word for word) legal transcripts into dramatic, and often comedic, performances\u00a0\u2026\u00a0re-creations of actual events from the halls of law and government.”<\/p>\n

\u2022<\/p>\n

This post supported by a donation from the\u00a0Estate of Lyle Bong\u00e9<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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