Introducing my current fascination – French conceptual artist Sophie Calle. I recently learned of her work through So Much To Tell You, the beautiful blog of Natalie Wood and Zoe Walker (which is also a veritable treasure trove of other delightful things! Like photography, videos, art and fashion. Clicky clicky!) A photographer, a writer, and an installation artist, Calle’s work explores identity, intimacy and privacy through voyeuristic and risque methods. Calle doesn’t just document the lives of her subjects, she plays visual detective, going so far as to pose as a chambermaid to explore the lives of hotel guests, and inviting strangers into her bed for her to photograph.
Her projects by and large generate waves of public controversy. One particular favourite of mine is a series of 28 articles she published for French daily newspaper Liberation (1983). After finding an address book on the street, Calle photocopied the contents before returning the address book to the rightful owner. What followed was a series of stalkerish conversations of the people listed within the book. After speaking to these people about the owner of the address book, Calle transcribed these conversations and published them along with photograph’s of the man’s favourite activities, relying upon the accounts and impressions of others to form the identity of a man she had never met herself. The articles were published, but upon discovering them, the owner of the address book, a documentary filmmaker named Pierre Baudry, threatened to sue the artist for invasion of privacy. As Calle reports, the owner discovered a nude photograph of her, and demanded the newspaper publish it, in retaliation for what he perceived to be an unwelcome intrusion into his private life.
In interviews (which are known to go for 10 hours long) Calle is as illusive as she is audacious.
Why did she become an artist? “To seduce my father.” Excellent answer: short, shocking and to the point. She smiles, then pops a raspberry into her mouth. Did she succeed? “Oh yes,” she says, unleashing a huge grin. This seduction (she won’t say if it was a sexual one) took place half a lifetime ago.
Years earlier, she had duped him into bankrolling her travels. “I was studying with Jean Baudrillard, and my father agreed he would pay me a sum of money if I got my diploma. But I didn’t want to finish it. I told Baudrillard. He said, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll pass off some other student’s exam papers as yours. You’ll get your diploma.’” This is a scoop: the professor who famously argued that the first Gulf war did not take place ensured that Sophie Calle got a diploma for work she never did. “I can tell this story now because Baudrillard is dead,” Calle says. What did her father think? “I got my diploma,” she shrugs. “How was not his concern.”
Definitely one to research! Doesn’t her work make you instantly think of The Selby and the many photography essays in Frankie?
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