Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Iconic WWII photo honored at Berlin exhibit

By A.J. GOLDMANN

Associated Press Writer

 

In this May 2, 1945 file photo, Soviet soldiers hoist the red flag over the Reichstag in Berlin. It's one of the iconic images of World War II: Soviet soldiers hoisting a red flag on top of the Reichstag after the fall of Berlin. What most people don't realize, however, is that the photograph isn't capturing the historical moment. Yevgeni Khaldei staged the scene on May 2, 1945 _ three days after the Soviets had captured the key seat of Nazi power.

BERLIN (AP) - It’s an iconic image of World War II: Berlin has fallen and Soviet soldiers are hoisting the red flag over the Reichstag.

What most people don’t realize, however, is that the photograph isn’t capturing the historic moment. Yevgeni Khaldei staged the scene on May 2, 1945 - three days after the Soviets captured Germany’s parliament building.

The picture is the centerpiece of an exhibit - “Yevgeni Khaldei - The Decisive Moment” - that bills itself as the first comprehensive retrospective of the photographer’s World War II work.

The show at Berlin’s Gropius-Bau museum reveals the extent to which Khaldei’s work as a war correspondent and later a staff photographer for Pravda blurred the boundaries between photojournalism, art and propaganda.

For Russians, the Reichstag photo is as potent a symbol of victory as Associated Press photographer Joe Rosenthal’s shot of the U.S. flag being raised on the Japanese island of Iwo Jima is for Americans.

But the Reichstag image was heavily manipulated: Smoke in the background was etched later on the negative, to create the impression the battle was still unfolding.

In another version, a soldier’s wristwatches have been deftly edited out lest they give the impression he looted them.

Ernst Volland, one of the exhibit’s curators, calls the Reichstag photo “120 percent propaganda” - especially since it was made to order according to Soviet dictator Josef Stalin’s specifications.

“Stalin badly wanted the combination of Reichstag and the red flag,” Volland said.

Another image shows a tank planted in front of the Brandenburg Gate, while a straight line of fighter planes soar overhead. Closer scrutiny reveals that the tank is a cutout from another picture and the planes are painted into the frame.

Khaldei saw no ethical problem with the doctoring. If challenged about a photo’s truthfulness, Volland said, the photographer would simply reply: “It’s a good photo. I made it. ‘Auf wiedersehen.”’

Khaldei toiled in obscurity for most of his life and lived out his retirement in a small Moscow apartment on a modest pension until his death in 1997.

The retrospective of over 200 images was put together by private photography collectors Volland and Heinz Krimmer, who have been instrumental in bringing Khaldei’s work to a broader public.

“Khaldei’s photos are in every German schoolbook. His images are known but the man behind them is not,” said Krimmer. Khaldei never considered himself an artist, and only sold his work in small quantities from his apartment.

Born to a Jewish family in 1917, Khaldei built his first camera at age 12. In 1936, he began to shoot for the Soviet news agency TASS, creating his most memorable images during World War II and its aftermath, notably the Potsdam Conference of Allied leaders in 1945 and the Nuremberg Trials of Nazi war criminals.

After the war, Khaldei had difficulty finding full-time work because of Stalin’s anti-Semitic purges and campaigns.

Only after Stalin died in 1953 was Khaldei hired by Soviet newspapers.

Volland and Krimmer met him in Moscow in 1991 and began collecting his work. Their collection of his images is now the largest outside Russia.

In 1994 in Berlin, they mounted the first exhibition of Khaldei’s work and published a book with some of his pictures.

The current show, which opened May 8 and runs through July 28, was supported by Germany’s Federal Culture Fund. It will travel to Ukraine this year and a U.S. visit is also likely, though no details have been cemented.

While war photography makes up the heart of the exhibit, it also includes Khaldei’s images of Europe in ruins. From the 1950s onwards, his work focuses on workers, politicians and artists such as cellist Mstislav Rostropovich and composer Dmitri Shostakovich.

The curators said Berlin was an appropriate first stop for the tour.

“Khaldei’s most famous images were made right around the corner,” Krimmer said.

On the Net:

http://www.chaldej.de

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Sunday, November 4, 2007

Squatluck Photos

Quadrangle

Over the weekend I found myself at a potluck dinner of sorts at a WG in Neukölln that models itself after a squat: hence, the neologism.

Please check out a selection of B&W images from that evening at my photography blog, Theater of Desire.

Enjoy!

-Adam

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Thursday, October 4, 2007

Intertextuality

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This is a new kind of entry on the Feuilleton.

Intertextuality means reading two texts - not necessarily 100% related - in tandem and drawing out lessons from the resulting interplay of meanings and interpretations. The post-structuralists get credit for the term, but even the rabbis of the Talmud found the concept interpretively indespensible. As my teacher Mary Gordon once put it - I’m paraphrasing - intertextuality is the radical notion that you can read in between different texts.

Now, we didn’t really need Derrida to tell us that, did we?
Intertextual experiences aren’t always prepared. I recently read two very different articles in proximity. I was struck by the implications, vagueries, questions and half-answers with which this comparative reading left me. The first article was Roger Cohen’s opinion piece Down Time from Murder in the New York Times of Sept. 24, 2007, about the exhibition at the United States Holocaust Museum of photographs of Nazi guards engaged in an array of leisure activities. The second was Anthony Lane’s Candid Camera, featured in that week’s issue of the New Yorker.

Lane’s article is an witty and unabashed love letter to Leica and the cult that surrounds it. Cohen’s essay is a sobering and philosophical inquiry into the banality of evil. On the surface, these two articles have absolutely nothing in common, save the photography connection. Nothing except that there’s a good chance that many of the photographs in the Auschwitz Recreation album were captured by a Leica II or III, who’s shutter, even back then, sounded like a kiss.

Perhaps I would have never thought to make the connnection, were I not the owner of a Leica III from 1939. It’s a beautiful camera, entirely manual and takes beautiful photos (outfitted with a 1950s uncoated 50 / 2 Summitar). The body cost me $200 on eBay, which was the uppermost limit of my budget two years ago for indulging a newfound Leica fetish.
It sits unseasy with me knowing that I am in possession of a camera made during the height of the Third Reich, by a company that manufacted cameras for the Reich. It calmed my conscience to learn that the Barnack family (Oliver Barnack invented the modern 35mm camera) was instrumental in smuggling Jewish family out of Nazi Germany.
Still I wonder how many hands this Leica III #340602 passed through until it came into my possession. Who was the very first to buy it direct from the factory: the camera looking not all that different that it does today? Whose hands fumbled with the primative back-loading system the way I still do? What finger pressed the shutter down to recieve the very first kiss? How many eyes squinted through the rangefinder to focus the image?

Whose faces did my camera meet? To what events did it bear witness? Men and women lounging on a deck in beach chairs? Young people flirting and playing music in the woods?

Perhaps only a mile or so from Auschwitz.

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Friday, March 3, 2006

Walid Raad and the Atlas Group at the Kitchen

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Let’s say that my familiarity with recent Lebanese history leaves something to be desired. Thus, on entering the Kitchen’s exhibit, I was expecting something in the way of historical explanation. The conspicuous absence of such introductory material was the first false note the exhibit struck for me. All the placard mentioned was that Walid Raad had spent the past 14 years (1990 – 2004) working with materials from the archives of the Atlas Group. There was no mention of any other parties having ever been involved in this group, and there was only the scantest reference to the events that the group had been chronicling.
The first work, Secrets in the Open Sea, struck me as an unbelievable concept. How, I asked myself, could these blue prints contain enough information to extract a photographic image? I was likewise puzzled that the gentleman present in the images weren’t introduced, except to say that they were all recognized by the Altas Group.
Notebook Volume 72: Missing Lebanese Wars, the preservation of Dr. Fadl Farhouki’s obsessive and puzzling notebook entries on Lebanese war historians and their betting habits (on horses and photographs of horses) did nothing but increase my bewilderment. The systematicity and obsessiveness of the project brought to mind the work of the Oulipo, the French experimental writing group) and the filmmaker, Peter Greenaway. Indeed, these notebooks seemed straight out of any one of a number of Greenaway’s quirky, pseudo-documentaries and films.
What struck me most about the alleged self-portraits of Dr. Farhouki was hope perfectly posed and well exposed they were. The photographs just seemed too professional and self-conscious to have been snapped in an instant under the Eiffel Tower or while casually sitting at home.
While looking at these photographs I was informed (by another student) that the entire exhibit was a fabrication. This had been a suspicion of mine all along, and confirmation of this suspicion somehow made it easier for my to enjoy the exhibit. With the awareness that all I was looking at was but a construction, an alternate history, I opened myself up more to the art and began to applaud its cleverness. Through imagining and constructing alternate histories, the Altas Group makes one ponder the relation of art to history memory and violence, both through what is said and implied by the work.

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