Let’s start with my favourite photographer. It may not be very original, but I appreciate this naïve&deep way, the wit too. You smile a lot looking at his photographs, enjoyment smiles, nodding smiles, smiles of truth.
The Paris town hall hosts the Doisneau exhibition, three seconds of success, to follow his arithmetics: three hundred pictures that withstand the test of time, at a hundredth of a second each… You’ll need more time than that to appreciate this exhibition, I spent an hour and a half there and could have gone round for another go… But, as often at the Paris town hall, it’s not as simple as that: getting in means either queuing for between an hour and two or getting there early. I took the second option, a thursday, arrived 9:20, fortieth or fiftieth in the queue, got in after a wait of “only” 45 minutes and I advise you do the same !
Entering the exhibition, we’re greeted by shots of visitors of an exhibition, I’m immediately fascinated by one of a peasant, hands in his pockets, steadily standing facing a painting, half-evaluating, half contemplating. The photo on the right shows a woman with devout eyes and the one on the left, a father looking like Superman and his son. What better introduction? Immediately collection, smiles and reflections…
Here, three nymphs and four helicopters. There, seven black cats cross the path of a woman. The (too) famous “baiser de l’hôtel de ville” shares space with a kiss on motorbike (”baiser casqué”) and a kiss in delivery tricycle (”baiser Blotto”). A nude causes twelve entertaining reactions outside the window of an art dealer. Mr and Mrs Constant both carry coffee in both their hands. A portrait of the hand of Jean-Paul Gaultier and a joke by Picasso flank figures of Parisian fashion. Some statues gather to tell the story of a kid from Paris… And all this dominated by the pack of cars hunting pedestrian on the Concorde square.
Central to the visit is an area dedicated to the Halles area (Paris main marketplace before it was destroyed and replaced by a shopping center). Images from 1949 to 1974 set a mood of life, activity, a feeling of reality, until the two last shots. One shows a bunch of pigeons, like vultures around a corpse. The other shows passers-by pressed together to see the large hole, to watch when there is nothing left to see. Turning around, seeing the images from the past, one can’t help feeling touched.
The exhibition ends on the sound of old interviews with passers-by asked if they know Robert Doisneau, we realise it’s far from always being the case. I felt happy to leave knowing a little more, it also made me think that a photographer often prefers being invisible…
The catalogue is published by Flammarion and contains more pictures than the exhibition. It’s a pleasure to dive into and, at 35€, is worth adding to one’s library.
Paris town-hall - 5, rue Lobau - 75004 Paris. Métro “Hotel de Ville”.
From 19 october to 17 february, except sunday and holidays, 10am-pm.
Entrance fee: free
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