Two images from Cuba (most probably). Is the first one, prison or fate? Is the second one, joy or ritual?
I don't like talking about exotic or multi-photographed places which were discovered by pioneer photographers and then they became destinations for supertourists*** and for workshops by assault!
These "expeditions", where photographers pass through boredom into fascination, usually produce millions of asexual, self-replicating prosaic images.
Nevertheless, here and there some of the newcomers transgress the obvious and create pictures with "noema" as a result of an intentional experience!
These insightful photographers bring with them their own vision and are not easily taken over by the superb light and the nostalgic scenery.
Albeit all the above, the question remains: How much all this interference of touristic hordes, transformed a desolate underworld into a plastic overworld? A world which is behaving within the absolute inhibition, or which at best, is unsuccesfully evading a counterfeit beatitude.
*** The photographer is supertourist, an extension of the anthropologist, visiting natives and bringing back news of their exotic doings and strange gear. (S.Sontag on photography)
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