Finally saw the Annie Leibovitz exhibition at the MCA with the lovely Gabba De Ghoul today. And I don't think I've ever been so moved by an exhibition.
Every single image was so strong and breathtaking in its own way.
You were really seeing life as she did through her eyes. At times it was happy, at times it was sad, but most of the time it was just plain amazing.
Whether it was an image of her family, a landscape, her lover or one of her magical portraits or pieces of work in general, every photograph touched you in some way or another. I was particularly moved by the last room, it made me realise in a sad but nice sad sort of way that despite all her amazing work and her life full of superstars and impressive landscapes from all over the world, that we are all essentially only human.
Maybe this was partly due to losing someone dear recently, or the idea of not being able to describe but instead feel the overall emotion or thought behind a photo being taken...but whatever.
Like this photo, at first you're not sure and then you read the blurb next to it to discover that yes, that black smear is in fact blood. This photograph was taken immediately after the boy fell off his bike after being hit by falling mortar from a sniper. Leibovitz and whoever was in her company at the time tried to save the boy by calling an ambulance but he died on the way to the hospital. It's chilling just to look at it.
Just go and see the damn exhibition for yourself, and if it doesn't take your breath away then you can punch me. In the face.
-Turdle out.
Susan Sontag (lover)
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