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July 27, 2005

CA: Robert Doisneau

I am proud to be a disciple of Robert Doisneau. His work has inspired my photography for the last five years. After one particularly frustrating day shooting in Paris, I turned to a photo of Doisneau I happened to have with me and asked, “Robert, I don’t know what to do. Help me.” We had a lovely conversation and over the next ten days, I shot my Tuilleries portfolio. (It should not surprise you that Amarante, the crazy old man who talks to saints in The Milagro Beanfield War, is one of my favorite literary figures). Doisneau’s view of the world is whimsical and optimistic. He loves people, portraying their everyday lives with dignity and respect. His work motivated me to return to photography, so it’s fitting that he’s the first artist I cover in my Cool Art series.


Doisneau was one of the great French reportage photographers of the 40’s & 50’s that included Henri Cartier-Bresson, André Kértsz, Brassaï, Edouard Boubat, and Willy Ronis. Unlike those photojournalists, Doisneau rarely left Paris, choosing instead to stay at home and photograph his native city. The result is a body of work that captures Paris in loving detail. The French adore Doisneau; his photos are all over every post card and guide book in the city. In fact, mainstream bookstores in Paris which hardly carried photography often carried a whole shelf of Doisneau’s books.

Doisneau’s whimsical eye caught my attention first. Doisneau is amused by people (as I am). He sees the amusing way people react to situations (as in “The Sidelong Glance”), or the way they unconsciously arrange themselves in humorous juxtapositions. A few photos are premeditated, like the portrait of Picasso in his kitchen, but most are completely spontaneous. “The Sidelong Glance”, one of my favorites, is a mixture of both. According to Hamilton’s biography of Doisneau, a friend left Doisneau in charge of his shop. Doisneau noticed the nude painting in the window, set up the camera, and waited for something to happen. Artificial? A bit. Spontaneous? A bit. A great way to capture the naturally humorous way people act? Absolutely.

Doisneau didn’t just capture people being silly. He recorded the quiet moments of joy or despair of ordinary people living their lives. The book Rue Jacques Prévert is a great collection of these photos. A street cleaner fixing his broom, a factory worker feeding his child, fishermen along the Seine, markets, couples kissing, the streets at night. Doisneau walked all over Paris with cohorts Jacques Prévert and Robert Giraud photographing the people and places they encountered. Doisneau stops time, capturing little gems of fleeting moments that otherwise would have passed by unnoticed. He does so in a way that feels like I’m a welcome participant in the scene.

Doisneau always showed great compassion for the people he photographed. It did not matter if they were beggars or businessmen, Doisneau portrayed people with dignity and respect. This is especially true of children. Doisneau was great at capturing the spontaneity and playfulness of children without the drippy sentimentality that other photographers have poured over their photos. In Doisneau’s photos, kids joke around, play, walk on their hands, always enjoying life.

Why do I like Doisneau’s work? Doisneau’s view of the world is one of amusement, human dignity, and hope. It’s a point of view that resonates with me deeply, reflecting my own values and the humor I’ve seen in the world. But: it’s a view I’ve lost. Politics, world events, and burnout at my old job have hardened me; made me cynical. Voilà, Doisneau - a photographer who, during the occupation of Paris, literally had to manufacture his own film to scrape enough of a living to feed his family. Despite all that, the world in his books continue to be full of hope, and faith in the goodness in people. I want to see the world with that optimism once again.

I guess it’s a statement on the man himself, who I very much admire. Here is my favorite Doisneau story:

The concierge in Doisneau’s building, Paul Barabé, was an eager assistant to Doisneau through much of the photographer’s post-war career, helping in the darkroom, building props, and acting as a model. Barabé grew old as we all do and eventually became too weak to be able to carry out his duties as concierge, namely bringing out the building’s trash. Doisneau, knowing that Barabé would loose his job and thus his home if anyone in the building found out, snuck out each morning to take out the building’s trash unnoticed. He continued to do this for his friend for the rest of Barabé’s life.

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Some people try to remember what it was like as a kid. They yearn for the inocent moments, that weren't tangled with their present adult mind set, the revitalizing sensation of an entirely new experience that could not be predicted or the simple bliss of just being. Many spend so much time remembering the past they don't see that the moments are still there hidden in more than obvious places. Clouded by their own preconceptions those opportunities to see these moments are hidden. I find my favorite feeling is finding what's hidden. When I do I feel a surge of energy within me that is so strong I get goose bumbs. Most of those feelings from then become now and are enjoyed even more so presently with the hindsight of what had been is now being. It's fuel for my spirit.

The images that you have captured, inspired by those such as Doisneau, Henri Cartier-Bresson, André Kértsz and Brassaï, portray what I feel are those moments that we long for. They are pinpoint examples of human spirituality. Out of a bustling park full of smells of flowers and sounds of the city you capture a woman in an instant of markable bliss surrounded by feathery friends. You have captured intrigue from a child's eyes as they stare up at what they can't quite explain. I personally enjoy with great reverence the moment you caught love in the act of bringing two young people together for the blissful second of being in eachothers arms. Doisneau would be proud.

Aww, shucks.

Seriously though: thank you very much for your kind words with respect to my photos. It feels good to know that the magic I see in moments actually makes it through the photo.

I love the insights and the way you describe things. Both in writing and in your beautiful photos. There needs to be a forum besides a Blog so I can sit and read these things. And not just because of who I am...you know what I mean. They are just really interesting musings.

I haven't seen much of Doisneau's works except those you've shown me. I really like the man protecting his cello from the rain. I can imagine Adelheid doing the same thing.

What do you think?

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