by Bill Lasarow
![]() "El Quijote de la Farola (The
"Guerrillero Heroico," |
(Couturier Gallery, West Hollywood) For a period of twelve years Alberto Diaz Gutierrez, who adopted the surname "Korda" early in his career after the Hungarian filmmakers Zoltan and Alexander Korda, stood with his camera at the very center of Cuba's political crossroads. When he and a partner opened their first commercial studio in 1956 in order to take up advertising and fashion photography Batista was still running the country. Castro's predecessor, it is often forgotten, operated a corrupt and oppressive regime. The influence of American money and culture played a major role in Havana, and the ambitious young photographer looked to claim his piece of the pie by catering to its appetites. Looking at examples of Korda's studio work reveals a strong interest in the glamor of personality and pose. Few pre-Revolution negatives have survived, and those only as second-generation shots taken by the artist from the rare original print. There is a flair to his compositions that elevate them a bit beyond run-of-the-mill commercial pictures. One Untitled head shot relegates the subject's face to the upper left corner and crops all but some wisps of the woman's hair. Her gaze is cast down past her left shoulder, which features a narrow dress strap at the lower right of the image. Besides engaging the eye, a simple society shot ends up seducing you into considering the model's individual inner life. Another Untitled fashion shot comes across as a backwater version of American and European high-fashion photography. Posed in a flat field, the model grasps a palm frond in her right hand as though raking or tilling the soil. Her left arm snakes past the brim of a sunbonnet that, silhouetted as it is here at least, resembles nothing so much as an Asian peasant farmer's protective headgear. Contrast is pushed to eliminate all detail from her face, a profile of her nose and mouth floating specter-like near the center of the shadow of hat, neck and arm. The model's pose presses on to try to sell you on the sleeveless little bodysuit she sports, but the whole thing ends up being almost shockingly funny. On first impression it is nearly as shocking to consider that this rising promoter of consumption and sensuality should suddenly be recast as one of the primary documentarians of a socialist revolution. |