It takes decades if not centuries to rebuild after war. When I was a teenager in London in the mid to late 1960s, there were still many rubble-filled bomb sites all over the City of London. There was a company making a fortune by using them as car-parks, and even a book about the bird life that colonised them before anyone could afford to rebuild. I was getting interested in photography in those years, and this shot of a City bomb site is one of my earliest photos (taken mainly because it could move or run away!)It really strikes that a lot of his (and many other photographers) pics were of "immediate" post-war Paris and France. Sort of that 1945-1949 period. I am sure there was all kinds of rubble, desperation, struggle and strife to show, but the 20 or so photos i saw were of weddings, bike races, cafe and nightlife, kids playing, etc etc.
When you think that just a few short years earlier they were occupied by The Wehrmacht and Gestapo, it is amazing how "normal" things seem.
I am sure there was all kinds of rubble, desperation, struggle and strife to show
As far as rubble is concerned, there wasn't much, relatively speaking. You have to remember that France declared war to Germany in September 1939, and Paris was under French occupation less than a year later (June 1940). Very little of France was destroyed in the early years of the war, and few cities were destroyed during the entirety of the conflict, and those that were, such as Caen or Le Havre, were located in the north or north-west, and that only happened during the Allied invasion. Compared to the 1914-1918 war, the second world war was much less destructive for France.
As far as Paris was concerned, there was already a sense of normalcy —if you weren't Jewish, of course — during the occupation. Paris was occupied — meaning it's where Germans lived — and half of France was under the Vichy government, which was allied with the Germans. From 1940 to 1945, half of France was no longer at war with Germany, and the idea was to make that part of France Franco-German, as Alsace and Lorraine once had been. These people wanted food, they wanted wine, they wanted music, they wanted entertainment (movies, cabarets, etc.). As far as food was concerned, there was rationing, partly overcomed by the black market. Not to say life wasn't hard, but for many people in Paris and elsewhere in France, there were still weddings, bike races, cafes and nightlife, kids playing, etc.
The situation in England, and in London in particular, was totally different. There you had rubble, desperation, struggle and strife, as you had in Italy because of Mussolini and Spain because of Franco. Not to say the French had it easy, but I'm not surprised that photography, during and after, reflected a different reality than elsewhere.
I still think one of the most powerful image of war-time France was taken immediately after the war: Cartier-Bresson's photograph of a women recognizing and accusing a Gestapo informant who had tried to hide in the crowd.
I think the point is, a photograph is only that, a moment in time., many photographs arranged together is a narrative, and then of course “ what photographers choose to shoot or disregard. In between all of that is politics.
I read somewhere that this was actually a still from a film that HCB directed. If true, it’s one way to capture the decisive moment.
Not a movie still. He was directing a documentary in Dessau, Germany, about the prisonniers of war being sent back home. While the camera was rolling — he wasn't operating it — he was watching the people there, Leica in hand. That's when he saw the woman on the right, filled with anger, screaming at the other and lifting her arm to slap her. So he shot the scene with his Leica.
You can watch the excerpt of the movie in which this scene happens here:
Décryptage : dans l'oeil de Cartier-Bresson, la violence de la Libération
C’est une photo emblématique de l’œuvre d’Henri Cartier Bresson. Un cliché pris en juin 1945 dans un camp de transit en Allemagne où une rescapée reconnaît sa délatrice et la gifle. France 2 vous dit ce qui se cache derrière l’image.www.francetvinfo.fr
Position is almost the same—Cartier-Bresson was obviously near the camera but not directly behind it—but the format isn't. The photograph is clearly 35mm.
[EDIT] : he wasn't directing the film but was technical consultant.
Paris was "lucky", it became home for the occupying army.
The battle scars of Paris were much more cerebral than physical.
This snippet could be misconstrued as implying that there was widespread support for German occupation and the Vichy government in Paris. I don't think that's historically accurate, and the extent to which 'elites' (definition?) were supportive as a smaller subset of the population is equally debatable at the very least. The 'no uprisings' comment is also deceptive, with the French resistance being active across the country, including in Paris. The lack of massive uprising does not automatically translate into massive support of the occupation.Paris had not much "cerebral" scars. It was the place with the biggest amount of pro-German elites. There were no uprisings in the four years of occupation. In 1944-45 lot of high and mid-class people were buying themselves a partisan past. For many the "cerebral scars" were to get rid of the past.
Yes, please, let's do that.so, back to Doisneau
Fascinating, thanks.If I may deviate from Doisneau just a bit more, but still staying on the topic of photography's ability to portray only a part of our complex reality....Just this week, I randomly ran into these photographs labeled "Choupinette (model at Schiaparelli) or Choup (for friends) goes to the races [means of transport in Paris under the Occupation]" (I hope the link works!). It was not what I expected and the lightheartedness and humor in the captions took me down a rabbit hole and, well, I'll let you do the same.
Ah, if only ... I would love that.An exhibition of his work is always a pleasure to see, if one comes your way.
This snippet could be misconstrued as implying that there was widespread support for German occupation and the Vichy government in Paris. I don't think that's historically accurate, and the extent to which 'elites' (definition?) were supportive as a smaller subset of the population is equally debatable at the very least. The 'no uprisings' comment is also deceptive, with the French resistance being active across the country, including in Paris. The lack of massive uprising does not automatically translate into massive support of the occupation.
It comes across a somewhat easy and lazy to (dis)qualify a city's population under exceptional circumstances from the comfortable armchair 70 years after the fact and thousands of miles away.
Yes, please, let's do that.
so Parisians had very little "cerebral scar".
Now do carry on with the discussion about Doisneau.
I find the way this thread has evolved very interesting because even with the historical digression, it still has been about Doisneau, or, in some fundamental way, about photography. The question here becomes: in a period of political, social turmoil, what, as a photographer, do you decide to show, do you decide to celebrate (providing you can photograph and show)? The answer isn't innocent at all, because there is a risk in any choice you make—the risk, amongst others, of wanting to obscure, hide, ignore or distort an important aspect of what actually happened, and that of being accused of detachment, or lack of engagement.
Brings us to the question of what is the moral duty of a photographer in such case: does it side with his/her interest and sensitivity, or must it be turn toward history? And if the latter, which history?
What was that HCB quote again, regarding Ansel Adams? "The whole world is falling apart, and he's photographing rocks" (or something like that).
A photojournalist should tell the truth.
Agreed, but which one?
As recorded on the film, not having significant items added or deleted.
That's not what I was talking about. Keeping in mind the OP and his questions about Doisneau, as well as the posts following regarding what happened in Paris during the war, you can see that there were many "truths" at the same time. A photographer could have chosen to depict how people were suffering—physically, psychologically—, another how for many things went on more or less normally, another images of members the Résistance fighting in the streets, another of French and Germans sharing drinks in a Parisian cabaret, etc. They would have all in some way contradicted one and another, and yet still complemented one and another. All would be "truth", i.e., "This is what happened", but all so incomplete as to distort the image of what happened.
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