- Agence France-Presse: Photographies, 1944-2004 (Bibliothèque Nationale de France, until February 13): I'm not sure how this is related to the public photography exhibit for the 60th anniversary of Agence France-Presse this summer, but the Web site has lots of great images
- Mario Giacomelli: Métamorphoses (Bibliothèque Nationale de France, until April 30)
A longer review-article (Les prodiges de Mario Giacomelli, February 2), by Françoise Dargent for Le Figaro, gives a lot more information, so here's a partial translation:
Mario Giacomelli: Métamorphoses will be at the Bibliothèque Nationale de France through April 30.They are dancing while holding hands, they laugh in front of the falling snow, they turn about like children enchanted by snowflakes. The seminarians of Senigallia in Italy were never supposed to come out from behind the anonymity that is their rule if a photographer came to shoot these moments of happiness. Mario Giacomelli was that photographer, a neighbor of the priests-in-training, a friend also, who on that winter day had brought along his camera. These photographs of the seminary of Senigallia have been framed all over the world and filled up many publications on the history of photography. We don't see the forest for this tree, a fleeting moment of joy captured in a work otherwise serious and like no other. You have only to go to the Bibliothèque nationale to see the exhibit devoted to the artist to enter into the world of Giacomelli, illustrious star of Italian photography, who died in 2000 in the village that he had never left.
Other Giacomelli Images:
Robert Klein Gallery
Peter Fetterman Gallery
Artnet
The seminarians of Senigallia, the countryside of Senigallia, the beach of Senigallia, the old people of Senigallia, the children of Senigallia. For fifty years, the artist photographed his environment, a modest town in the Marche region facing the Adriatic. Armed with a broken camera, held together with Scotch tape, with no brand or pedigree, he photographed old age, sickness, suffering, the stigmata of the human condition, but also the earth and love. He photographed when he had the time, often on Sundays. The rest of the time, he worked in the printing shop where he had gotten started at age 12, permanently dropping out of school.
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