The PhotoBook Journal

July 19, 2011

Francesco Fossa – Quota Mille

Copyright Francesco Fossa 2010 courtesy Edizioni Punctum

Portraits continue to be fascinating genre of photography, whether it is a single photograph of an individual, an entire book devoted to one person (Anne Deniau’s Nicolas Le Riche comes immediately to mind) or about a group of people with a shared commonality (Martin Schoeller’s Female Bodybuilders). We visual explore their topological lines, mass and shape seeking clues to their identity or perhaps in an attempt to find our own identity. In a similar project, Francesco Fossa investigates a region of Italy know as the Matese, delving into the collective identity of this community in his photobook Quota Mille. Ironically, what results is perhaps as much autobiographical as it is a personal documentary project.

In the accompanying essay we learn that Fossa was born and raised in Piedmont Matese at the base of this mountainous and rural countryside, passing through the area only fleetingly. Subsequently Fossa left the region to live and work in Rome. This book resonates in a similar nature as Rania Matar’s photobook Ordinary Lives; Fossa has returned with dual sensibilities, one who can speak the local dialect and understand many of the underlying social rules, but also with the eyes and experiences of a sophisticated outsider.

Using a documentary style, Fossa mashes together a wide variety of portraits to assimilate a collective portrait of this regional community; formal and informal environmental portraits of his subjects that are in and around their homes, as well as working in their gardens or tending their flocks. Likewise there are formal environmental portraits of the structures and objects that are an integral to the lives of those who choose to live in this region. Together these photographs weave a story about a rural agricultural region of Italy.

Fossa’s subjects acknowledge his presence, whether in a tight formal setting in which the sitter is wearing their best or in an informal environmental situation at work. All but a few of his subjects maintain direct eye contact with him and his lens, which also establishes a direct link between his subject and us, the viewer. His subjects, by acknowledging Fossa’s presence, strike posses that are autobiographical, in that his subjects choose how they should be viewed in the circumstances selected by Fossa. As an example, in a garden or field, surrounded by their handiwork and results of their toil, the women stand upright and erect, unsmiling, stoic with almost quizzical expressions, perhaps in wonder as to why Fossa was choosing this place and time to photograph them.

With the unique access of an insider, Fossa appears to move about his subjects freely, with access to the inside of their homes and amongst their work areas. We obtain momentary glimpses into the surrounding environment conditions, perhaps enough to establish a sense of their simple and straight forward existence. Objects and clothes appear functional with indications of heavy wear in this rural community.

Likewise, what draws Fossa into this community and captures his interest enough to release the shutter is somewhat telling about the photographer. He appears to fully engage his subjects, coming in close enough to frame them tightly within the photograph. He expresses his curiosity about their handiwork as well as venturing out to accompany them to their fields. Fossa also has a formal and static style, centering his subject or object in the middle of the pictorial frame, as though to ensure we know what it is he is photographing. He also creates engaging photographs, providing details that seem to pull me comfortably into the photograph, but correspondingly, there is only the slightest tension created by his photographs.

The essays, with the text in both English and Italian, are provided by Paolo Rumiz and Francesco Fossa.

As an object, the book is a wonderful combination of readable size, excellent printing on nice paper with quality binding. The book’s size is in the middle range, small enough to be easily handled and viewed, able to view the photographs in their entirety and large enough that the details of the photograph are evident without the wishing for an enlargement. This hardcover book with dust jacket is printed and bound in Italy; the paper has a soft hand and the plates have soft luster to maintain the tonal range, and the photographic plates are not varnish coated. The sewn binding allows free access to view the entire spread and allows the spreads to lay flat. The four-color printing of the photographs are beautifully dense and saturated

By Douglas Stockdale

July 1, 2011

Anthony Goicolea – Fictions

Anthony Goicolea, copyright 2009 Twin Palms

This book by Anthony Goicolea has been hovering at the top of my review stack for the better part of year. It’s a really odd mash-up of drawings, water colors, and photographs. When examining most of the photographs it is obvious that due to shifting perspectives with the frame that these are composite images. To further illustrate that point that a composite photograph is a slight of hand, e.g. a truly fictional artistic artifact most of the singular images that have been drawn together to form the composite are provided on adjacent pages.

I keep thinking that I am making progress on this book review as there are some very interesting photographs to spend time studying, but alas I am not getting enough traction. I need to move on. So pending some future inspiration I offer the publishers comment and I may have more to say about this book at a later date.

From the publisher: Anthony Goicolea’s third book is an amalgam of photographs and drawings. Though the artist no longer uses himself as a model, he continues to use the motifs of his earlier work. All male, and under thirty, Goicolea’s subjects seem to have left their public schoolboy roots behind, and matriculated in an environment which is otherworldly, replete with codes and rituals unfamiliar to the viewer. Often appearing in matching “uniforms”–everything from red hooded sweatshirts to white underwear–Goicolea’s tribe of boys kiss under moonlight, build forts in strange, idyllic environs, “Christen” each other in shallow pools, and engage in a mischief whose purpose is never quite clear.

Douglas Stockdale

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