by Fred Boissonas
Edessa, Greece, 1908
Josephine Barricini, Vine St., Hollywood, Ca. 1953-55
The subject of this exhibition is the main body, wearing wounds and disfigurements gives us the fragility of appearances by a part and the scars of life on the other side. In contrast to the myth of eternal beauty that resists battle against time, with these photos you want to demystify this concept, to show that the madness that lies behind this race is human, all too human. In their work, and John Bortolani Marcorea Malià transform reality in a fantastic stage. John uses light to trap the subject in a frame and makeup pixels. Marco manipulates the organic shapes the hair and paints the skin. Who needs them to do their search for a magic mirror, which fore the reality to make it more beautiful. John and Mark are two great magicians of appearance. This project transformed the photographic images taken stage in a harsh reality: it is a mirror and said visible and handling acts to unmask the theater. Just a little ‘make-up water and leaves, the fold will come undone. And every bottom photo is only the illusion of stopping time.
“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene