For those who don’t know, Kubrick, the great filmmaker who has an (almost) unequaled career as a film-maker (of so many classics from the big screen that I abstain from writing about here) started his career as a photojournalist. And in this career he was already brilliant.
I was given a gift by one of my three children on one of my recent birthdays with the great book (in physical terms, size and weight even, and intellectual, content) called “Through a Different Lens: Photographs by Stanley Kubrick” which, strongly , I recommend for your library. This work shows photographs of a guy who was still a teenager (17 years old) and there were already clear signs of a great photographic sensitivity when he worked for Look magazine and of the great filmmaker he would become.
The photos of myself that I have collected and present below are my readings in an attempt to follow in Kubrick’s footsteps. They are nothing but attempts to emulate this great master for me. But I like them.
I wrote this short text not based on deep knowledge of Kubrick’s work because I’m far from having it, but much more guided by my admiration for the work of this great artist and the emotion that pictures of him make me feel.
First, and perhaps the main feature of the photographer Kubrick: the dramatic light in high contrast, an authentic feature of the ‘film noir’ that I find simply adorable. In many of his photographs there are fantastic guidelines and vanishing points, impressive and beautiful compositions, even in the presence of various ‘subjects’. Some of them have brilliant triangular compositions and are of great depth.
In the photographs of several ‘subjects’, the strength and beauty of people’s bodily gestures is remarkable, sometimes collective hand gestures, for example, which makes me think that Kubrick – in addition to being a great filmmaker who years later would become – he was, in addition to being a great photographer, a great conductor, who, as such, knew how to create such precise and instant empathy with the people portrayed who offered him such natural, expressive and poetic gestures.
[paths…]: [I like the roads, the paths … maybe I have a wandering soul…of not having a time to leave, nor to arrive … I like the straights, but I don’t dislike the curves … is the fate of those who come and go… of those who will arrive and leave… of those who like to see unknown places, but are not afraid of the unknown … of those who like the rocks and dust of the roads … of those who like the dirt, gravel, asphalt … and the surroundings of the roads, where everything passes very slowly like a movie of my life … all this teaches me to see, to look, to feel … to live]