September 07, 2004
Alexey Titarenko: a crowd of ghosts
- Russian photographer Alexey Titarenko's work uses long-exposure to create a haunting mood, reflecting Russia from after the fall of Communism to present; a time of change. 'People blur into grey shadow figures in a ghost-like crowd, with perhaps a solitary hand or shoe standing still in time.'
Seen @ gmtPlus9
Beautiful. I had not thought death had undone so many of mankind.
Excellent post
cheers
Some more photos, but those on Nostriladamus links are the best. Thank you.
"those FROM Nostrildamus", sorry :)
Comments here extremely welcome from people who speak English as a second language. Don't sweat too much on the details, it's completely OK. We want more internationalism.
(I hope I'm speaking for most on this site, dissenting opinions also welcome.)
Great photos! This one impressed the pants off me.
As a non-native English speaker, I really am confused about which preposition is more appropriate there. Hesitatingly, I claim that 'on' is better than 'from', assuming 'links' is left in. What makes you think CTB is an 'international', Wolof?
The Internationale
British version
Arise ye workers from your slumbers
Arise ye prisoners of want
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at last ends the age of cant.
Away with all your superstitions
Servile masses arise, arise
We'll change henceforth the old tradition
And spurn the dust to win the prize.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale
unites the human race!
No more deluded by reaction
On tyrants only we'll make war
The soldiers too will take strike action
They'll break ranks and fight no more
And if those cannibals keep trying
To sacrifice us to their pride
They soon shall hear the bullets flying
We'll shoot the generals on our own side.
Internatsional
Russian version (translit)
Vstavaj, prokljat'em zaklejmennyj
Ves' mir golodnyx i rabov
Kipit nash razum vozmushhjonnyj
I v smertnyj boj vesti gotov.
Ves' mir nasil'ja my razroem
Do osnovan'ja, a zatem
My nash my novyj mir postroim,
Kto byl nikem, tot stanet vsem!
JEto est' nash poslednij
I reshitel'nyj boj.
S Internacionalom
Vosprjanet rod ljudskoj
Nikto ne dast nam izbavlen'ja:
Ni bog, ni car' i ne geroj
Dob'emsja my osvobozhden'ja
Svoeju sobstvennoj rukoj.
CHtob svergnut' gnet rukoj umeloj,
Otvoevat' svoe dobro -
Vzduvajte gorn i kujte smelo,
Poka zhelezo gorjacho!
Dovol'no krov' sosat', vampiry,
Tjur'moj, nalogom, nishhetoj!
U vas - vsja vlast', vse blaga mira,
A nashe pravo - zvuk pustoj!
My zhizn' postroim po inomu -
I vot nash lozung boevoj:
VSJA VLAST'' NARODU TRUDOVOMU!
A darmoedov vsex doloj!
I flatter myself, that I am completely internatsional, comrade Wolof! Proletarii vseh stran, SOEDINYAYTES'! :)
Fantastic link, Nostril! I love this guy's work.
I think these two are my favorites. Definately a preternatural feel to them.
Nostril, these are wonderful! Thank you.
The one that struck me the most forcefully was the picture of the beggar. Such a powerful way of conveying loneliness, isolation and despair. The picture also takes the central conceit of the work a step further. In the other pictures, only the landscapes seem real, while the people move through them in a faceless mass. In this picture, one woman also seems real suggesting that she is somehow part of the landscape, but also super-emphasising (if that's even a word!) the grim reality of her situation.
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