This is going to be a refreshingly short post, for you and for me! Below are three photographs (Autochromes) of a young woman, taken by her father, Mervyn O’Gorman, a year before the outbreak of World War 1. If you’re interested, I can only suggest that you read the full article 1913: Christina in Red, by Amanda Uren at www.mashable.com.
We see a huge number of photographs on a daily basis. We can become numb to them – I know I have. However, every now and again photographs come along that get right under your skin. They make you feel them again…. you are held, quite involuntarily, in a state of mind that feels deeply personal, yet was not chosen by you.
I’m often captivated by photographs that drag an inaccessible past into the present… images that make vivid ordinary lives from times long past. Another example (by Julia Margaret Cameron) is here, but these photographs possess something else: they were taken by her father and she is both a nobody and an everybody. Nothing is known of who she was or what became of her life. In this regard, she assumes as subject the same position as Vivian Maier did as a photographer: the world went by without anyone noticing. Both Vivian and Christina are us.