woensdag 11 november 2009
dinsdag 10 november 2009
The one that did it
Just this year I browsed through an essay at AKV St. Joost in Breda at their Photography department. And I saw the uncredited picture questioning the date on it. After a small bit of research someone told me it was made in the beginning of the previous century. Which was totally new to me. Why doesn't that coop with the historical timetable based on cognitive herital memory. Of course that leaves me towards giving some examples of the obvious dates:
1825: Heliograph - Niépce
1826: Le Gras - Niépce
1836: Photogram - Fox Talbot
1838: Boulevard du Temple - Daguerre
And then there was this picture:
Made in 1907 by Prokudin-Gorsky
In that same era b/w picture were still made:
Charles Sprague Sargent in 1907 by A.G. Eldredge
1825: Heliograph - Niépce
1826: Le Gras - Niépce
1836: Photogram - Fox Talbot
1838: Boulevard du Temple - Daguerre
And then there was this picture:
Made in 1907 by Prokudin-Gorsky
In that same era b/w picture were still made:
Charles Sprague Sargent in 1907 by A.G. Eldredge
vrijdag 23 oktober 2009
Following up
In the following years I've felt my interest in vintage photography and film grew. And an obvious road you head down is finding out more and more for instance colorized photographs with was there from the moment that photographs were taken.
This is such an easy process that even yours truly can do it.
In the works of Georges Méliès who "illegally" started to make films after (probably) being inspired by the Lumière brothers.
Looking back it seemed more likely that film was easier accessible (concerning documentation) than photography.
Méliès was one of the pioneers in terms of video special effects and colorized films.
This is such an easy process that even yours truly can do it.
In the works of Georges Méliès who "illegally" started to make films after (probably) being inspired by the Lumière brothers.
Looking back it seemed more likely that film was easier accessible (concerning documentation) than photography.
Méliès was one of the pioneers in terms of video special effects and colorized films.
maandag 28 september 2009
New perspective
During a trip in Budapest two years ago I stumbled upon a really small antique shop in the middle of Buda hidden in between two really grey cafes. The owner was a 40-yr old man who sold a few antique 
Percussion- and Flintlockrifles and pistols. The rest of the shop was completely stuffed with old pictures and photographs.
Because it was the end of my holiday I was low on funding and had to browse through the cheap
batch of old carte-de-visite. They where about 3 - 5 euros a piece and when I wanted to pay the told me I picked out the nicer ones. Like me, this man also liked the photographs that where faded out or at least had character (due to damage, writing on it, holes for passports punched in it).
We got to talking and my friends (who are not the least bit interested in photographs) got restless and they still wanted to spill their leftover money elswhere, thus creating a certain tension that you have to leave which makes an interesting conversation really hasty. Luckily we could say the things needed, thanks to the fact that the shopkeeper was one of the few people that spoke decent English in Hungary.
Before we could bid our goodbyes as if hunted and as I walked out of door, the only bad piece of English that he spoke was: "You look to see Russian photographer, he made in colors". I could see that he smacked himself on the forehead. And that was the only thing I could think of during our really boring remaining afternoon in Budapest.
It was not untill half a year ago that I stumbled upon the pictures he spoke about.
Percussion- and Flintlockrifles and pistols. The rest of the shop was completely stuffed with old pictures and photographs.
Because it was the end of my holiday I was low on funding and had to browse through the cheap
batch of old carte-de-visite. They where about 3 - 5 euros a piece and when I wanted to pay the told me I picked out the nicer ones. Like me, this man also liked the photographs that where faded out or at least had character (due to damage, writing on it, holes for passports punched in it).
We got to talking and my friends (who are not the least bit interested in photographs) got restless and they still wanted to spill their leftover money elswhere, thus creating a certain tension that you have to leave which makes an interesting conversation really hasty. Luckily we could say the things needed, thanks to the fact that the shopkeeper was one of the few people that spoke decent English in Hungary.
Before we could bid our goodbyes as if hunted and as I walked out of door, the only bad piece of English that he spoke was: "You look to see Russian photographer, he made in colors". I could see that he smacked himself on the forehead. And that was the only thing I could think of during our really boring remaining afternoon in Budapest.
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