Marcos López

Nadar, whose real name was Felix Tournachon (1820-1910), was a conspicuous, even astonishing presence in nineteenth-century France. Engaging and quick-witted, he invented himself over and over as a bohemian writer, a journalist, a romantic utopian, a caricaturist, a portrait photographer, a balloonist, an entrepreneur, a prophet of aeronautics. The name "Nadar" was on everyone's lips. Today, it is Nadar's photography that is remembered. His sitters, who were often his friends, included the great men and women of his time: Dumas, Rossini, Baudelaire, Sarah Bernhardt, Daumier, Berlioz, George...

As I recall discovering this book of photographs, I remember the sense of beauty and mystery that remains undiminished almost seventy years after its original publication. On a formal plane, one can easily understand how Man Ray manipulated the optics of the camera, juxtaposing near and far, object against object, space against object, and tactile against transparent. It is also apparent how he deliberately manipulated the process of photographic printmaking, using unusual tones of black, white, and gray to transform content into spaces, forms and surfaces. However, it is not simply how Man...

Son 200 imágenes capturadas de coladeras, registros, marcas de piso de compañías de cable y telefónicas, electricidad, gas y servicios de drenaje y agua potable complementan esta colección. Tal vez tanto hierro en las calles es una tentación, aunque sean parte de este tipo de puertas a un inframundo en el que pocos quisieran estar, pero la mayoría contribuye a su saciedad. “Las coladeras son bocas con sonrisas chimuelas. Las coladeras han perdido dientes de tanto que las pisamos. Las coladeras están a nuestros pies. Las coladeras son las bocas de fierro de la ciudad”. Así como lo ...