{"id":176417328,"date":"2013-04-26T23:27:18","date_gmt":"2013-04-27T04:27:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kalamu.com\/neogriot\/?p=176417328"},"modified":"2013-04-26T23:27:18","modified_gmt":"2013-04-27T04:27:18","slug":"history-women-unveiled-marc-garangers-contested-portraits-of-1960s-algeria","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kalamu.com\/neogriot\/2013\/04\/26\/history-women-unveiled-marc-garangers-contested-portraits-of-1960s-algeria\/","title":{"rendered":"HISTORY: Women Unveiled: Marc Garanger\u2019s Contested Portraits of 1960s Algeria"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>\n<h1><\/h1>\n<h1><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: xx-large;\">Women Unveiled: <\/span><\/h1>\n<h1><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: xx-large;\">Marc Garanger\u2019s <\/span><\/h1>\n<h1><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: xx-large;\">Contested Portraits <\/span><\/h1>\n<h1><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: xx-large;\">of 1960s Algeria<\/span><\/h1>\n<\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: xx-large;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: medium;\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa283406.jpg?w=488\" \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><strong>Marc Garanger \/\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><strong style=\"font-size: small;\"><i>1960 photographs of Algerian women in a French regroupment village.<\/i><\/strong><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/ad.doubleclick.net\/click;h=v8\/3dd1\/0\/0\/%2a\/n;44306;0-0;0;58418743;31-1\/1;0\/0\/0;;~okv=;rsseg=10151;rsseg=10160;rsseg=10515;rsseg=10534;rsseg=10562;rsseg=10449;rsseg=10458;rsseg=10589;rsseg=10708;rsseg=11170;~aopt=2\/1\/4a\/0;~sscs=%3f\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"Click here to find out more!\" src=\"http:\/\/s0.2mdn.net\/viewad\/817-grey.gif\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<div>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin-top: 0.5px;\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa289401.jpg?w=487\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin-top: 0.5px;\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa283402.jpg?w=490\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa283606.jpg?w=489\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin-top: 0.5px;\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa283811.jpg?w=481\" \/><em><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa284703.jpg?w=491\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa285401.jpg?w=490\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa287003.jpg?w=490\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa287405.jpg?w=487\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa287906.jpg?w=490\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa288307.jpg?w=488\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin-top: 0.5px;\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa289301.jpg?w=486\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa289312.jpg?w=482\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa283602.jpg?w=490\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin-top: 0.5px;\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa291102.jpg?w=483\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin-top: 0.5px;\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/timethemoment.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/fa291101.jpg?w=487\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: medium;\">For France, the trauma of the Algerian War (1954-1962) was not unlike the experience of the Vietnam War for the United States. But, unlike the conflict in Vietnam, few photographic documents exist from that period in Algeria: it is as if the French responded with collective amnesia. Marc Garanger\u2019s\u00a0<em>Algerian Women<\/em>\u00a0is one of the few photographic essays dedicated to that painful period.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: medium;\">In 1960, Garanger, a 25-year-old draftee who had already been photographing professionally for ten years, landed in Kabylia, in the small village of Ain Terzine, about seventy-five miles south of Algiers. Like many politically engaged young men, he had put off his departure for the army as long as possible, hoping that the war would end without him. He was soon selected as his regiment\u2019s photographer.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: medium;\">General Maurice Challes, head of the French army, attacked the mountain villages occupied by two million people, some of whom had joined the Algerian resistance, the FLN. To deprive the rebels of their contacts with the villagers, he decided to destroy the villages and transfer the population into regroupment villages, a euphemism for concentration camps. Soon Garanger\u2019s commanding officer decreed that the villagers must have identity cards: \u201cNaturally he asked the military photographer to make these cards,\u201d Garanger recalls. \u201cEither I refused and went to prison, or I accepted. I understood my luck: it was to be a witness, to make pictures of what I saw that mirrored my opposition to the war. I saw that I could use what I was forced to do, and have the pictures tell the opposite of what the authorities wanted them to tell.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: medium;\">The women that Garanger portrayed came from neighboring villages. Either Berber or Muslim, they had never before come into contact with Europeans. When Garanger arrived, there was a detachment of armed men with machine guns across their shoulders, an interpreter, and the commander. The women would be lined up, then each in turn would sit on a stool outdoors, in front of the whitewashed wall of a house. Without their veils, their disheveled hair and their protective tattoos were exposed. Their lined faces reflected the harshness of their life. The stiffness of their pose and the intensity of their gaze evoke early daguerreotypes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: medium;\">\u201cI would come within three feet of them,\u201d Garanger remembers. \u201cThey would be unveiled. In a period of ten days, I made two thousand portraits, two hundred a day. The women had no choice in the matter. Their only way of protesting was through their look.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: medium;\">\u201cIt is this immediate look that matters,\u201d Garanger continues. \u201cWhen one discharges a condenser, a spark comes out: to me, photography involves seizing just that instant of discharge. In these sessions, I felt a completely crazy emotion. It was an overwhelming experience, with lightning in each image. I held up for the world a mirror, which reflected this lightning look that the women cast at me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: medium;\">In the Middle East, the veil is like a second skin among traditional people. It may be taken off only within the secrecy of the walls, among women or between husband and wife, but never publicly. Garanger\u2019s portraits symbolize the collision of two civilizations, Islamic and Western, and serve as an apt metaphor for colonization. The women\u2019s defiant look may be thought of as an \u2018evil eye\u2019 that they cast to protect themselves and curse their enemies.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: medium;\">Fifty years after Algeria\u2019s independence was proclaimed, Garanger\u2019s contested portraits have not lost their strength. When he went back to Algeria in 2004 to meet those he had photographed, he found that the pictures he had taken were often the only ones that the women ever had of themselves, and they welcomed his return: he had become the keeper of their memory. This month, his portraits will be exhibited in Algiers.<\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: medium;\"><em>Garanger\u2019s portraits are currently being exhibited at the\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/mama-dz.com\/\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Mus\u00e9e d\u2019Art Moderne<\/span><\/a>, Algiers (April 20 \u2013 August 30).<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000; font-size: medium;\"><em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.carolenaggar.com\/\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>Carole Naggar<\/strong><\/span><\/a>\u00a0is a photo historian and poet. She recently wrote for LightBox on\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/lightbox.time.com\/2013\/01\/16\/a-second-look-chims-children-of-war\/#1\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Chim\u2019s images of children in Europe after World War II<\/span><\/a>\u00a0and\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/lightbox.time.com\/2013\/03\/19\/pentti-sammallahti-here-far-away\/#1\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">the visual fables of Pentti Sammallahti<\/span><\/a>.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>&gt;via:\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/lightbox.time.com\/2013\/04\/23\/women-unveiled-marc-garangers-contested-portraits-of-1960s-algeria\/#ixzz2Rd2q7Byy\">http:\/\/lightbox.time.com\/2013\/04\/23\/women-unveiled-marc-garangers-contested-portraits-of-1960s-algeria\/#ixzz2Rd2q7Byy<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Women Unveiled: Marc Garanger\u2019s Contested Portraits of 1960s Algeria \u00a0 Marc Garanger \/\u00a01960 photographs of Algerian women in a French regroupment village. \u00a0 For France, the trauma of the Algerian War (1954-1962) was not unlike the experience of the Vietnam War for the United States. But, unlike the conflict in Vietnam, few photographic documents exist [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mo_disable_npp":"","_s2mail":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[4,12,11],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kalamu.com\/neogriot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/176417328"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kalamu.com\/neogriot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kalamu.com\/neogriot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kalamu.com\/neogriot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kalamu.com\/neogriot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=176417328"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/kalamu.com\/neogriot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/176417328\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":176417361,"href":"http:\/\/kalamu.com\/neogriot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/176417328\/revisions\/176417361"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kalamu.com\/neogriot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=176417328"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kalamu.com\/neogriot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=176417328"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kalamu.com\/neogriot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=176417328"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}