“We met through our boyfriends, Peter Barnowsky and Robert Mapplethorpe…. In the Summer of ’68, we became friends. At first Patti and I spent our afternoons drawing. When I started to photograph her, it seemed as easy as sharing colored pencils. It was simple. Patti liked being photographed…. Patti and I were friends the way children are friends. With Chirpy little voices, we daydreamed a future. I found a cassette Patti and I made in ’69. We were making a long-since lost 8mm movie in my tenement apartment in Brooklyn.”
-Judy Linn from her book of photographs, Patti Smith 1969-1976
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Today, on International Women’s Day, we present this portrait of her work.
“Tooth for an Eye: A Chorography of Violence in Orleans Parish” is the latest project from Louisiana based photographer Deborah Luster. The collection, recently featured at the Jack Shainman Gallery in New York, are haunting images of homicide sites in New Orleans. Luster found these sites in the local Times-Picayune newspaper and lugged her 8 x 10 Deardorff camera through the sweltering streets of New Orleans capturing what the Shaniman Gallery calls “the dizzyingly empty space at the core of violence”. The sites range from those of national headline making homicides, to unknown killings in back alleyways, dive bars and the forgotten edges of town. They document a cycle of violence plaguing one of America’s most beloved cities. The limited edition book can be purchased from Twin Palms Publishers.
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A Gallery Walk with Photographer Deborah Luster
Jack Shainman Gallery, New York
“Living in New Orleans is not unlike living in the Old Testament.” –Julia Reed
My name is Deborah Luster, I’m at the Jack Shainman Gallery in Chelsea and we’re looking at the exhibition Tooth for an Eye: A Chorography of Violence in Orleans Parish.
Orleans Parish is the footprint for New Orleans. A chorography is a mapping. This show is homicide sites in New Orleans, they’re places where homicides have been committed, it’s a view of New Orleans through that lens, but not solely about homicide. It’s also about seeing the city, and parts of the city that you wouldn’t normally see, or haven’t seen thus far
It’s the second half, the other shoe to a project I did called One Big Self: Prisoners of Louisiana. I documented in the Louisiana prisons for a number of years, formal portraits of prisoners and that project was in response to the homicide of my mother in 1988 so this is the other part of that. I don’t know if it’s the other half but it’s another part of it.
The street kind of blurred behind it
In this photograph we are inside the Olive Meat Market, and we’re looking through the double doors, we’re looking at the back of a no-smoking sign, no loitering, there’s a Kool cigarette “wider is smoother” sticker, there’s a “We I.D” there’s “Push” there’s “Secured by ADT,” there’s “Big Shot Cola” and we’re looking through this kind of smudged plate glass doorway and you can see the street kind of blurred behind it and there’s a car and a house across the street and this is the location where a young man, 19, named Agison was leaving the Olive Meat Market and when he stepped on the other side of these doors was grabbed by a man and was used as a human shield and was killed in a drive-by shooting.
One of the murders was committed with a tire iron, the other with a gun
There were two murders here, it’s interesting, one of the murders was committed with a tire iron the other with a gun, and I started to notice that if the murder was in the 70s and 80s it was a lot more likely to be committed by a beating or a stabbing, or some other form of murder rather than gunshot, the guns really came into play the end of the 80s and the early 90s so now its unusual to be a murder by beating, its almost entirely gunshot now.
There’s cats claw climbing the wall
This is an image in Treme. A man was beaten to death here and another man was shot and it’s between the really narrow way between two houses and you can see the rows of air conditioners in the windows, you can see the chain link fence, extending back, and it looks sort of like a human spine to me. There’s cats claw climbing the wall and dangling down and blowing, it’s just New Orleans.
There’s a little heart
This is Holly Grove, this is the site of a big time tips bar and lounge, says “no loitering” in big white hand painted letters, there’s a crime stoppers sign in the window behind the bars and on the pavement in front here it says “RIP Ralph,” there’s a little heart, and there was an unidentified man shot on the sidewalk here, and then a number of years ago there were two men at the bar that were killed. One of the men’s name was Ivory White.
Some of them have a lot more homicides than two, double, triple, quadruple, who knows what I haven’t discovered yet. I found my information a Times-Picayune newspaper. I have thousands and thousands of pages and mapping them, trying to plot them on a map and then go and photograph in these neighborhoods, becomes a big scramble. Sometimes I will discover that there are additional murders in a place after I photographed it.
The Circle of Confusion
These prints are 49 inches high, by about 62 inches across. When I started photographing these sites I thought I would use the really early method of wet plate collodion. It’s on a glass plate and you have to develop the image before it dries. I found myself in June and July in New Orleans, out in the field, in the hood, in a makeshift darkroom with a lot of ether fumes, about 130 degrees and realized I was about to pass out in there. So I went home and I have an old 8 x 10 Deardorff Camera that I’d never used before and I had bought a lot of old lenses on eBay, so I started throwing all these lenses on this 8 x 10 camera and one of the lenses formed a perfect circle. It didn’t cover the entire film plane, so you see what the lens sees in its entirety, its surrounded by this little bit of fall-off called “the circle of confusion,” I don’t know, it images the city in a slightly different way, it does something to the grid, it reinforces the void. I thought “yes this is it” so these are all circles, all of these images.
That was the largest silver gelatin that I could have with the exception of 55 inch high silver gelatin, so there are several that are 49 inches high. I’ve always liked small images, I didn’t really see any reason to have really huge photographs. My prison images were all 4 x 5 inches, they were all hand printed on metal so you get to hold the images in your hand. I really loved that idea of small intimate, like family photographs, but there’s something about these, when they’re larger, you walk up to the circle and it almost feels like you’re going to go head first into it, so the larger they get, the more I like them, that’s why they’re this large
It’s the Tooth for an Eye dis-archive
I really like people to be able to touch work. I think it transforms work. Also I’m very interested in text and the way that text transforms photography, so what I have here, big heavy blue canvas covered ledgers that hold about 30 images each. They’re 17 x 22 inches, so you open them they’re heavy, you cart them around. They’re on a specially made table that’s a little over 12 feet long, and then there are additional ledgers in a cabinet close by, so you open these and on the right side of the ledger will be an image and on the left side is a blank page, that I stamped with a rubber stamp and it’s the Tooth for an Eye dis-archive. Its an archive but it’s not an archive. It’s a subjective archive so there’s a numbering system and it begins with the location. So, in this instance, it says 3700 Benefit St, and that’s in the Desire section of New Orleans, September 6th, 1993, and Rene Robinson, it gives you a date, and it gives you a name or names, and a lot of times there are multiple dates and multiple names so you might look at one of these images and it looks really quite banal, you wouldn’t guess that anything had happened there. I’m using very very slow film, its ASA 6, so there’s very little humanity in here, well, maybe there’s very few humans in here, there’s a lot of blur, there’s car blurs, vegetative blurs, human blurs, but primarily it just looks like an empty space.
There’s 6 ledgers. When you look at them, so here’s one, it’s 1900 Foucher St. and its January 28th, 2008 Henry Butler the Fourth and then there’s a place for notes and it says gunshot wound to the head, so if you looked at this image, you’re looking down a sidewalk and you see some steps in the distance, and you see a big cyprus tree on the right hand side, and you see a small house on the left hand side, and it looks, you know, pretty uninteresting, or certainly non-ominous. But then you read that someone was killed here, and the text transforms the image, I hope.
He was the drummer in the Hot 8 Brass Band
In one of the ledgers, there’s the image “Danillie and Josephine” where five young men were massacred in an SUV not long after Katrina, which spurred Governor Blanco to send the national guard back in to try and quell the violence. Dinerall Shavers’murder. He was the drummer in the Hot 8 brass band and taught music in New Orleans, a wonderful young man, I think he was 22 or 24 who was picking up his step son and his step son was in an altercation with another young guy and the guy ran out behind the car and fired into the car and killed Dinerall. And that sparked a huge march of thousands of people in New Orleans on City Hall and stood on the steps of Mayor Nagin’s administration and demanded that something be done about the violence in the city.
For the prison work I had a steel cabinet made, and when I started doing this, I had several people say “nobody really wants to look at these prison portraits, but if you are going to go ahead with this project, you need to print them really large and you need to tone them brown” and I just couldn’t bring myself to do that, because every time I picked up handfuls of these images and touched them, it was a completely different experience, you’d look at the portrait and turn it over and read information about the person, their age, where they were born, how long they’d been in prison, never the crime they committed, it changed everything for me, I did want to have that here, with this project as well, I wanted to be able to touch the work, and it’s a public document, but on the other hand it’s a very subjective and personal reading of these crimes and this city.
One is labeled “Family” and one is labeled “Friends”
Around the corner here there are two video players, and these are based on the small metal frames that appear on some graves and tombs in Italy, France, in New Orleans. There’s a little covered frame, so when you lift the cover, you’ll see like an enameled black and white, sometimes color portrait of the deceased. I had them fabricated. They’re cast, inside all of these, I have a video player, one is labeled “Family” and one is labeled “Friends” and these are friends and families of homicide victims in New Orleans. So there’s no sound and the individuals are just staring into the camera for 10-15 seconds. A lot of times when you open it, you think it’s a still, but sometimes they’ll blink or move a little bit, and you realize that they’re video.
This came about because after my mother was murdered, and after 10 years there was finally a trial, and at the end of that trial, I was offered the opportunity of making a victim impact statement, and it was an incredibly cathartic experience to be able to stand up. Before I did that I thought “it doesn’t make any difference, she’s gone, this is over, it doesn’t make any difference” except it made a huge difference to be able to stand up and say “that was my mother, this is how that act–that greedy, stupid act–affected my life” and so this is just a way to allow the family and friends of people who have also lost their loved ones and friends to just stand up and witness to that, so I hope it helps, I think it does.
We got married up on that porch
This is Villere Street. That’s where we got married up on that porch, that overlooks North Villere Street between Arts and Music Streets. There were a lot of these abandoned houses that were taken over, and there were a lot of art installations that were sort of spontaneous on this street, so there was a history of that. Four boys were killed on this street, four maybe more. Across the street there was an art installation by Mel Chin. He made all of this play money, and he sent it all over the United States and had people draw on it. Then he went around the country in an armored car and collected all this money and brought it back to this little house here, which has a gigantic safe door that’s been constructed on this tiny cottage that was abandoned after Katrina, then he loaded it all back up in this armored car and took it to Washington, to Congress and unloaded it and put it on the steps of Congress and it represented the amount of money it would take to decontaminate the soil of lead in New Orleans and there’s a huge correlation between the volume of lead contamination and violence in the society, so that’s that spot.
I just go up to the spot and stand there for a while
I just go up to the spot and stand there for a while, try out a few shots, sometimes not. In this one here I got ladder and photographed over the fence. A young woman named Jessica Hawk was stabbed to death in her home. I went back a second time to photograph there. But I wanted to look down on it, if I could have afforded it, I would have one of those crane things, cherry pickers, that’s what I wanted. So I rigged up a ladder and put a tray on it and a screw assembly and I tried to get up there on this ladder and photograph as much as possible. But with a large wooden 8 x 10 camera, it’s a little difficult, but I did as much of that as I could, because I really liked looking down.
This is the location where Adolph Grimes the 3rd was killed in front of his grandmothers house, it was in the wee hours of January 1st 2010, I think, and he was waiting to go out and a whole group of plain clothes policeman shot him 14 times, 12 times in the back, his grandmother told me that his car was parked right where my camera was, and as I was taking this shot, there’s a bush there and the bush started moving in the wind and the exposure is very slow so its kind of like a spirit for me and in this case its under federal investigation now in New Orleans.
Banksy came to New Orleans
This is on Saint Claude. Banksy came to New Orleans to protest the Grey Ghost, who is this man in New Orleans who goes around and obliterates all graffiti that he comes across including murals. So Banksy heard about this and came to town and all these incredible pieces showed up all over town, and the Grey Ghost came and obliterated some of those as well. This is the Masonic Lodge across the street, one of my favorite buildings in New Orleans and this is an instance where I just wanted to document this piece, and so I took the image and I went home and sure enough, I started looking through the records, and there was a murder at this corner too.
We’re looking in the ledger now, this is the 2600 bloc of Alvar st, its in the Florida projects in the 9th ward, and in one block there’s November 26th 1989, Rene Frenan, 19, November 25th 1992 Milton Bridges, 29, February 2nd 1993 Randall Hill, 23, June 23rd 1993 Elaine Van Buren, 44 December 20th 1993, Kevin Philips 30, November 24th 1994 Thanksgiving Day, George Eclar, 25, shot 1994 dies 1996, Kenneth Paine, 2, August 27th 2002, Clifford Faulk, 30, these are just the individuals that I located in the paper on one block.
Pretty much what’s going on
There’s an image here and it’s inside a store, and it’s got a po’ boy painted on the side and it says “Po boys” and then there’s the po boy sandwich underneath it and then a little closer carved inside of the wall it says “fuck you” so it says “Fuck you Po Boys” which is pretty much what’s going on, and at this site Milton Marclene, 26, was killed October 18, 2006. In my notes I have “gunshot.” The state’s witness Derrick Jack, 19, was murdered before he could testify against Marclene’s killer in court, so this young kid, 19, saw the murder, was warned not to say anything to the police, stood up, and was willing to testify against the murderers, they were due in court, there was an evacuation, a hurricane evacuation following Katrina and before it could get to court again, this kid was murdered.
The poet, C.D Wright
The title “Tooth for an Eye” came from the poet, C.D. Wright and the line from Julia Reed’s novel, “Living in New Orleans is not unlike living in the Old Testament,” the two sort of merged and came out the title. C.D. Wright and I have collaborated on both of these projects, “Tooth for an Eye” and “One Big Self.
I just twirled it around, focused it, exposed it
This is La Petit Motel, just off Tulane Avenue, and I read that a young woman from Marrero which is outside New Orleans, was found murdered in one of the motel rooms, so I was on the balcony walkway and photographing out and I noticed behind me that the motel room door was open and so I just turned the camera around and photographed inside the motel room, and there’s a broken mirror, and there’s a Kleenex and a box, and there’s a paper cup and a TV and the bed isn’t made, and you can see the deadbolt on the door in the right hand sliver of the image.
The maid was across the street and she was glaring at me and then she started walking toward me and it was a 90 second exposure, so I was trying to get my exposure made so I just twirled it around, focused it, exposed it, counted, hoped that she wasn’t going to get there before the exposure was completed.
It would sort of enter you
This is 1800 Marigny Street, 7th Ward. Marty Edwards, 30, was murdered here. June 30, 2004. The image is of a vacant lot but in the foreground are a double set of steps that go up to what was a shotgun double and its been demolished now, so the notes for this say, “gunshot on July 3rd, Cuffin Grady, 26, was fatally shot while attending Edwards’ Memorial party, police later announced that Edwards was responsible for the 2002 murder of popular youth baseball coach LoShawn Kujo Kojo, 33, in front of his young ball team,” and later I learned that Mr. Kojo was in a shootout near the spot where he was killed in front of his ball team, a number of years earlier, another man was killed and he was injured in that shootout. It’s sort of an ongoing, circular, cycle of violence.
I just wanted there to be a sense that it’s not about the individual place, it’s about the cumulative power of these acts. It’s difficult to absorb that. So I thought if you could look at a large number of them on a wall, that it would sort of enter you, so that’s why I decided to do this.
Tooth for an Eye: A Chorography of Violence in Orleans Parish at the Jack Shainman Gallery through Feb 5
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At the time there was concern about how these communities were being portrayed by the media. Although major news reporters were kept away from the communes, Roberta and David were let into a lot of places – many of which they found through the Whole Earth Catalog and word of mouth. Roberta decided not to publish her photographs at the time, because of her concern that too much exposure could have negative impacts on the commune movement. Instead she chose to leave her life back East, build a home at Libre, and continue taking photographs.
It wasn’t until 2004 that Roberta published her first work, Huerfano: A Memoir of Life in the Counterculture, about her communal experiences during the 70s. Across the Great Divide: A Photo Chronicle of the Counterculture is Roberta’s latest photography book. In discussing the collection, her hope is that “people will be looking at it across the divide of time, across the divide of culture, across the divide of all the knowledge of what’s happened since that time.”
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Faced with the pressing needs of the earthquake’s maimed survivors, HAMA plans to take in 100 mothers, 60 of whom are amputees as a result of the earthquake, as well as their children. It aims to provide leading-edge, prosthetic treatment to the amputee women, and the maintenance and support to go with it, so they can resume working and providing for their children. It will do so by leveraging upon the collaborative effort between VVHF and the Peak Prosthetics Design Team in Salt Lake City, UT.
Over the past 25 years, VVHF, founded by Gina and Lucien Duncan, has been developing Lamardelle, a small village community with a population of about 20,000 located near the town of Ganthier in Haiti. VVHF is currently the sole provider of clean water for the community, and it runs a primary school, orphanage, and community clinic to promote the education and health of children and families who live in rural Haiti.
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Marie Marte Joseph
My name is Marie Marte Joseph. I am 36 years old. Before the earthquake I was a merchant selling products such as corn and rice. I lost my hand during the earthquake on January 12th. On the day of the earthquake I was in a 4th floor building, but all the people living in the building are dead, but I’m very lucky that my four children and I are still alive. It’s a miracle. When it first happened, I thought it was the end of the age and I thought there was no hope. But, since I started to talk to people, I see that there is life, there is hope, life goes on and it is important to live my life.
My name is Chrislene Joseph. I am 20 years old. I am not married and I do not have any children. I was living in a 5-story building in Petionville when the earthquake hit. I was with my cousin at the time and when the building began to shake we tried to get out but it was too late. My cousin and I were buried under the rubble for five days before someone found me; my cousin was dead by that time. I was alive but I had to have my leg amputated. After that, I spent a lot of time crying and thinking that my life was over but now I feel good. I was in the hospital when somebody told me about the program. The foundation told me that I will get an artificial foot and I will be able to do everything I used to do, including playing soccer. The program lasts for 4 months, but I would like it to last forever, because it’s a really good program for us. The nurses and the therapists in this program have taken great care of me and their advice has let me know I can still live my life and be happy.
My name is Islande Dieudone and I am 25 years old. I was a student studying nursing and medical technology. When the earthquake struck I was at school with about 150 other students. The walls all fell down and one fell on my arm. I was stuck under the wall for about a day before someone came to dig me out. They sent me to the hospital where I was told that my hand was completely destroyed and it could not be saved. So, they cut it off. I am lucky to be here, though. Out of the 150 students, less than 10 survived the quake. Most of my classmates are dead. It was really, really terrible. I still live with my mom and I hope that I can finish school soon. While I was going to school I had a small business selling clothes that I made and little things like perfume and stuff so that I could pay for school. I hope that even with my arm being gone I can continue to do all things I used to do. This program is great for me and for all the women who are here, I think. There are nurses to help out and therapist to give advice and when I get my arm I want to go back home and resume my life.
My name is Jacqueline Joseph. I am 50 years old. Before the earthquake I owned a restaurant, a nice restaurant with my husband. I was walking home from the school where I had just left my grandchildren when the earthquake hit. When I arrived home the house had collapsed and my husband was trapped under the rubble. I could hear him crying for me to help him, “Help me, help me. Don’t let me die.” I tried to dig him out of the rubble but a wall fell on me while I was trying to reach him. When the wall fell it almost completely severed my arm right there and then. I just made one small movement and I was free but my arm was left under the fallen wall. I began to run out of the house when another block fell on me and crushed my other hand. I had 12 children. I lost 11 of them to the earthquake. Some of them were schoolteachers. Some of them were business people, but I have not heard from them since the earthquake. I guess that they are dead because if they were alive they would have let me know since it has been 9 months since the earthquake. I lost my children, my husband and my business. Now I have only my last son, who is 15, and my 10 grandchildren. My dream is to get back to work so that I can take care of them. I am the only person that they have now.
Miglene Louis Charles
My name is Miglene Louis Charles. I am 19 years old. I have two children, a 2-year old and the other is 2 months old. During the earthquake I was breast-feeding my baby next to my house. Then the earth was cracking and shaking and I didn’t know it was an earthquake, because it was my first time feeling that. I was trying to run and it was impossible. By running I was falling down with my baby. There was a big block that was going to fall on my baby’s head, so I lied on my baby and the block fell on my back and broke my bone. It was really, really terrible. I had injuries on my feet and other places. People thought I was dead by the way I was. Before the earthquake, I use to sell products like milk, cornflakes, spaghetti and drinks. Now I would like to have some money to start a business in order to take care of my two children. I would also like to be a dressmaker. It would be very good and important for me.
Excerpt from Suzi Gurry’s volunteer story
We were not first responders with medical backgrounds and we did not save lives. We did, however, lift spirits. We were a team of compassionate women who had the time, energy and interest in caring for this small compound in Haiti run by our family friend, Gina Duncan. To be honest, we did what comes naturally to all of us. We played mother and friend to every single soul we met . We held babies. We introduced 2 year olds to the magic of MATCHBOX cars and bubbles. We donated 30 soccer balls and played soccer with toddlers. We built a library for the school. We made beaded necklaces, gave manicures and pedicures and taught YOGA to amputees. We applauded a one legged mother who mastered the warrior pose all on her own. We hugged and held hands. We sang and stumbled along with our French . We put babies to sleep. We let babies cry on our chests as they screamed to be held. We got newborns out of their cribs and walked them outside to feel fresh air on their faces. We pushed kids on broken bikes. We photographed the children, the staff and women in the amputee camp, sharing photos with family and friends of the foundation. (click here to read the rest of her story)
|This multimedia post was created by Patty Fung who has been interning with the Kitchen Sisters for the past seven months. She has been a contributing blogger for the Hidden World of Girls series and has produced multimedia work for the Kitchen Sisters on various projects. Much thanks to Sandra Wong Geroux and the Kitchen Sisters for their support and guidance on this piece.|
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“Perhaps I was channeling my ancestors in the years following the deaths of my mother and grandmother. Perhaps it was their spirits that moved me to pick up a camera – for in our family, the camera was manned by women. It was my turn. Or perhaps I picked up the camera out of desperation. I did need a tool. I was buried under the loss of my family members. The world was a sinister one. I was awake and numb and frightened. How could I sleep under the same stars as my mother’s murderer? I used the camera to dig out.”
-Deborah Luster, from the introduction to her book One Big Self: Prisoners of Louisiana
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Tooth for an Eye will be exhibited in New York at Jack Shainman Gallery, January 2011 until February 5, 2011. The monograph is forthcoming from Twin Palms Publishers.
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