Stereosc2pe + | Sea / Memory | Ralph Steiner / Sherman Alexie, 1921-2003

The S.S. Leviathan sailing out of Boston, 1927                         Ralph Steiner, Two Men Standing at the Water’s Edge, 1921

“I loved the smell of ocean water. 
Salt always smells like memory.” 

 Sherman Alexie, What You Pawn I Will Redeem, 2003

Stan Wayman / Princeton dance weekend (1960)

Stan Wayman, Princeton dance weekend, 1960
Stan Wayman, Princeton dance weekend, 1960
Stan Wayman, Princeton dance weekend, 1960
Stan Wayman, Princeton dance weekend, 1960
Stan Wayman, Princeton dance weekend, 1960
Stan Wayman, Princeton dance weekend, 1960

Stan Wayman, Princeton dance weekend, 1960
Stan Wayman, Princeton dance weekend, 1960
Stan Wayman, Princeton dance weekend, 1960
Stan Wayman, Princeton dance weekend, 1960
Stan Wayman, Princeton dance weekend, 1960
Stan Wayman, Princeton dance weekend, 1960
Stan Wayman, Princeton dance weekend, 1960

My destination | Marcel Proust

Paolo Pellegrin, Cluj, Romania, 2007     
 Erich Hartmann, Howth Beach, Ireland, 1964

  Burt Glinn, USSR. 1963           

“My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.” 

 Marcel Proust

Herbert List, Bari, Italy, 1950
Elliott Erwitt, San Francisco, California. 1955 

Bright Young People : Actress, Αddict & ''It Girl'' | Brenda Dean Paul, 1907-59

Brenda Dean Paul, 1907-59

The Bright Young Things, or Bright Young People,was a nickname given by the tabloid press to a group of bohemian young aristocrats and socialites in 1920s London.

Brenda Dean Paul's background was upper-class. Her mother was a Belgian-born pianist and composer known as Poldowski, the daughter of the Polish violin virtuoso Henryk Wieniawski.

She played minor roles in touring theatre companies and ventured to Berlin to build her film career, but she was quickly drawn into Berlin's hectic nightlife and failed her screen test in 1927.

On her return to England she became a fixture of London's bohemian youth culture, the Bright Young Things, and socialised with such celebrities as Evelyn Waugh and Cecil Beaton at the group's fancy dress parties.

Following a miscarriage (which some claim was an abortion) she became chemically dependent on morphine, which led to her lifelong battle with drug addiction and made her one of the most talked-about young women in London.
 Brenda Dean Paul (1907–1959, centre) leaves court after facing drug charges, July 1933. She is holding a tin of large Sub Rosa cigarettes.

In February 1931 Brenda Dean Paul made her first court appearance, having been charged with bouncing a cheque. The following decades saw her in and out of various courts, receiving sentences of up to six months in prison for possession of dangerous drugs, obtaining goods on false pretences, and theft of services (refusing to pay taxi drivers). With each court appearance her name appeared in the papers, which added to her notoriety.

In 1932 she was sent to Holloway Prison, where she developed bulimia, dropping to five stone (70 lb). Over the next few years she was in and out of nursing and care homes.

In 1935 she quit drugs and her ghost-written memoir, My First Life, was published. Her acting ambitions never came to anything and she again fell victim to drug addiction. In 1939 she was evicted from her flat because she "walked about naked" and "answered the door in the nude", and in 1940 she was tried for buying goods on other people's accounts.

In the mid-1950s the young artist Michael Wishart, sitting in a restaurant, watched her take a syringe of heroin from her handbag and fill it "from a vase of flowers on the table". In 1951 she assured a reporter that she was cured and was preparing to open her own addiction clinic, but this was untrue. In 1952 a former flatmate wrote to the police to tell them that she "augmented her income by allowing sadists to whip her". Worn down by addiction but still beautiful, she finally realized her ambition to act when she got the leading role in Ronald Firbank's play The Princess Zoubaroff.

In 1957 she was admitted to a psychiatric hospital in Rome with a parcel of cocaine in her possession. She died in London of "natural causes" on 26 July 1959. She was 52.

Brenda Dean Paul, 1907-59

Portraits | Photos by Alexander Rodchenko, 1924 - 1937

Alexander Rodchenko, Portrait au flacon, 1930                        Aleksandr Rodchenko, Portrait of My Daughter, 1935

‘We don’t see, what we observe. We don’t see, what we look at. We don’t see the extraordinary 
perspectives and the shortenings of objects. We, who have been taught to see ordinary and 
educated, we need to rediscover the world of visibility. We need to revolutionise our optical
 cognition. We need to tear off the veil in front of our eyes, which is called from the navel’.’

Alexander Rodchenko, 18th of August in 1928 (eight months after Lenin’s death)

Alexander Rodchenko, The writer Elsa Triolet (sister of Lily Brik), 1924       Alexander Rodchenko, Portrait of Vladimir Mayakovsky, 1924

Mayakovsky arrived in the late afternoon, when there was little light, which is why the shot was taken outdoors. Kotik the dog, who loved ice-cream, had eaten everything that Mayakovsky had bought, which is why the poet is holding him in his arms like a baby. Mayakovsky easily identified with dogs. His nickname was "Shchen" ("little dog"), which is how he signed letters and telegrams' 

(from Memoirs of Lili Brik, in G. Shudakov et al., Pioneers of Soviet Photography, London: Thames and Hudson, 1983)

< Alexander Rodchenko, Vladimir Mayakovsky with Scottie, 1924

Alexander Rodchenko, Radio listener, 1929
Alexander Rodchenko, Esfir Shub, 1924          Alexander Rodchenko, Bath (Bathing in a wash-basin), 1937
Alexander Rodchenko: Lilya and Osip Briki. Double exposure, 1924          Alexander Rodchenko, The Critic, Osip Brik, 1924

Alexander Rodchenko, Lily Brik - Portrait for the poster Knigi, 1924
Alexander Rodchenko, Knigi (Books), 1924
Alexander Rodchenko, Portrait of Mother, 1924

  Alexander Rodchenko, Pioneer Girl, 1930 

Alexander Rodchenko, Pioneer-Trumpet Player. 1930 


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