Napoleon Sarony and the time traveler

Figure 1 – Broadway Photograph by Napoleon Sarony c. 1870 of actress Grace Rawlinson. In the public domain in the United States because of its age.

There is a story that was going around the internet about four years ago that photographer, Napoleon Sarony, photographed the world’s first time traveler. The story goes that time travel was (is?) (will be?) invented in 2025. That’s one of the difficulties with time travel. It defies all natural conventions of verb conjugation. I will refer the interested reader to the so-called “Hopi Time Controversy.” Returning to the story, it is said that in 2025 a women named Alexandria Alexis traveled to 1898 in New York City. According to supposed contemporary accounts, that in 1898, she appeared as if out of nowhere and took New York society by storm. Her claim to being from the future was variously received. Some thought her insane; others were skeptical. All was a moot point since on New Year’s Eve 1899 she disappeared without a trace.

Figure 1 is meant to be a portrait of her taken by of all portraitists Napoleon Sarony. And it is there, for readers of yesterday’s blog, that it all unravels.  We see the address and immediately realize that Sarony had long since left the premises of 680 Broadway by 1898. In fact, he had died two years earlier. Although that is not an insurmountable obstacle when it comes to time travel. The portrait was taken between 1866 and 1871. It is one of Sarony’s celebrity “Broadway” photographs and is, in fact, as the caption indicates, of English actress Grace Rawlinson.

In fairness, the story of Alexis Alexander is similar to the famous “War of the Worlds” hysteria. It was originally posted on Facebook by “The Victorian Academy of Magick,” as an advertisement of sorts for and upcoming “steampunk” novel.

I have done some research on Miss Rawlinson, and there is in fact precious little to be found. I do suspect that with some due diligence there is much more out there. But the paucity of information makes you wonder. It certainly explains the fleeting nature of celebrity and the need to keep yourself, then and now, constantly in the “lime light.” Otherwise people soon forget you.

So we are left with only the usual time travel afforded by old photographs. Miss (if she was from the Victorian era) or Ms. (if she is from 2025) Rawlinson’s beauty has outlived her – a gift of immortality given her by Mr. Sarony.

The debunking of this story is a bit disappointing. But it is a fallacy of time travel that it conveys immortality. To become like Billy Pilgrim “unstuck in time” is really only to travel back and forth revisiting moments of your own life. There is perhaps a satisfaction in seeing the past and knowing the future. But once you know everything, there is nothing new to be done. The “normal” person experiences and moves irrevocably forward through life’s adventure. The time traveler has seen it all before, even his own death, and treats it all with a yawn.

Napoleon Sarony portrait of a young girl, c. 1870

Figure 1 – Napoleon Sarony portrait of a young girl, c1870.

I recently acquired the Napoleon Sarony (1821-1896) portrait of Figure 1. There are some very charming features of this picture, the white dress and tights, the bow in the girl’s hair, and her delicate features. The high-button shoes are wonderful as is the large white sash. But best of all is the expression on the child’s face and the way she looks wistfully or angrily away and down. Is that a pout? Perhaps it was a matter of ennui. Was the initial excitement of a day with her mother on bustling Broadway faded by the reality of having to sit for Mr. Sarony. Was there perhaps a promised treat if she behaved “appropriately?” This is the wonder and magic of such photographs. We don’t really know the story, but that doesn’t stop our imagination from filling in the gaps and creating a plausible theory.

Many of these antique albumen prints suffer from their age. There are fixer stains usually brownish yellow dirt and water spots that need to be removed digitally, And this image took a lot of work. Fortunately the majority of the problems were in the borders and on the girl’s dress; so could be removed without causing loss to the image. Old albumens are meant to have a slightly violet or reddish brown tone and this one ran to the magenta. I first removed the stains in color, where I could be guided by the color itself. Then I converted first to black and wife for dodging and burning and second Finally I switched back to RGB and added the tone. I chose a tone that is true to what the artist sought, true to the antiquity of the image, as opposed to what I myself like.

The photograph is pretty easy to date. On the back Sarony Studios is listed as being at 680 Broadway. It opened in 1866 and then moved to 37 Union Square in 1871. So the portrait was taken between 1866 and 1871.

I return to the image and notice the wrinkles in the young lady’s tights. Above all there is a sense of mischief about her. She is very reminiscent of Alice from Alice in Wonderland, or of Alice Liddell herself, and if she swallowed a bitter pill on that particular day then we have to remember what Alice herself taught us,

“If you drink much from a bottle marked ‘poison’ it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.”

  Lewis Carroll

 

Into the woods again

Figure 1 – Fallen trees in the morning sunlight, Assabet River National Wildlife Refuge, (c) DE Wolf 2017.

It is a long story, but today I ventured back into the woods for the first time since December. It was an opportunity to survey the damage of winter, the fallen and snapped off trees as well as to explore the consistency of where certain bird species frequent. Of course, the second is largely a matter of habitat. I saw no great blue herons on the ponds, though I have seen many high up in their nests in the rookeries. The canadian geese were there with their newly hatched goslings. The towhees still tormented and teased my camera in the same spot. And the blue jays squawked loudly in all the same places.

The woods never disappoint, even if I fail to get good bird pictures. There is a kind of timelessness present and I quickly revert to the sense of my youth, where the world seems both timeless and young, where your own age evaporates. It is rejuvenating. I took the picture of Figure 1 in the pine barren, trees snapped off and intertwined captured in an intense beam of warm morning sunlight. The rich ochre shades were compelling; so I chose to keep the image in color. Ochre is the color of the Earth. Mixed with sunlight it suggests that out of the carnage there will be renewal.

There are painters who transform the sun into a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art transform a yellow spot into sun.”

Pablo Picasso

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Green grow the lilacs

Figure 1 – Lilacs, (c) DE Wolf 2017.

Late May is lilac time in New England. First the scientific facts, the common lilac is Syringa vulgaris from the olive family Oleaceae. It was originally native to the Balkan Peninsula, but because of its beauty and subtle sweet smell has been widely cultivated in much of Europe and North America. It is not an aggressive plant. Its presence in the woods invariably represents a nearby forgotten homestead – a kind of remembrance.

A friend brought some cut lilacs for my wife, and yesterday afternoon I was taken by the dramatic illumination of these flowers by a ray of late afternoon sunlight. I took the image of Figure 1 with my IPhone, but discovered that it greatly benefited by a fill flash. The added bonus was the night like background. I suggest this to flower photographers. Highlight them with coal black night.

Nothing is without connotation. And for my generation- bring out your racoon skin hats friends – it conjures up Fess Parker singing the traditional Irish folsong “Green Grow the Lilacs” in the 1956 movie “Westward Ho the Wagons.” Apologies to those of different generations. Please do not yawn too loudly.

“Green grow the lilacs, all sparkling with dew

I’m lonely, my darling, since parting with you;

But by our next meeting IU’ll hope to prove true

And change the green lilacs to the Red, White and Blue.

 

I once had a sweetheart, but now I have none

She’s gone and she’s left me, I care not for one

Since she’s gone and left me, contented I’ll be,

For she loves another one better than me.

 

I passed my love’s window, both early and late

The look that she gave me, it makes my heart ache;

Oh, the look that she gave me was painful to see,

For she loves another one better than me.

 

I wrote my love letters in rosy red lines,

She sent me an answer all twisted and twined;

Saying,”Keep your love letters and I will keep mine

Just you write to your love and I’ll write to mine”.

I always think of that song when I pass lilacs on the road, and childhood associations come immediately to mind. I invariably wind up singing what was once my theme song – Davy Crockett. Those were simpler times.

Reflections on the aura on my garage door

Figure 1 – The aura on my garage door. (c) DE Wolf 2017.

I took the image of Figure 1 with my IPhone yesterday. Simply, it is a photograph of my garage door, and the abstraction raises the question, what is it? So  first point, abstractions seem to demand an explanation, or at least we look for them in the belief that everything demands and deserves an explanation. But at another level the what it is, the solutions that our imaginations offer us give us insight into the character and nature of our times. And, of course, the other “neat” point is that our interpretation of an abstraction is both personal and memetically shared.

So what are the possibilities?

First, I suppose it could be the reflection of the sun off my car. However, appealing because of its seemingly simple scientifically-based explanation, it is boring! However, it may be pointed out that this explanation does contain implicitly the view that light illuminates. Also this explanation is not void of the ominous, because such solar illuminations are well known for their ability to melt paint and siding and even to set fires.

Second, is that it marks the nebulous portal of a wormhole. Yes Star Trek and Deep Space Nine fans, we are talking about the ability to traverse great distances effectively much faster than the speed of light, and even just possibly, to go forward and backwards in time. It flies in the face of Marcus Aurelius’ belief that you only possess the moment, the present, neither future or past.

“No one can lose either the past or the future – how could anyone be deprived of what he does not possess? … It is only the present moment of which either stands to be deprived: and if this is all he has, he cannot lose what he does not have.”

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

I did not attempt to enter this wormhole. To even think of such an explanation is a twentieth/twenty-first century interpretation dependent on, at least, a rudimentary understanding of Einstein’s four dimensional space time. Space time is certainly a pervasive product of our times. Curiously, while wormholes fall out of what is referred to as gravity theory, even the derivers, when cornered in a room over wine or whiskey will admit that they do not quite believe in them. But the wormhole is a kind of mathematical singularity and the existence of black-holes, another kind of gravitational singularity, fuels the imagination with: yes, it might be possible. There is a counter argument often made that if such time travel were possible, we would be inundated with time travelers. The argument may be countered with the fact that as mind-boggling large, perhaps infinite, as the three-dimensional physical universe is  imagine how much more vast and infinite it truly is when you add the fourth dimension of time. It is not hard to imagine that a few time-travelers would be so diluted in density as to be inconsequential. Even an infinite number of time travelers might not be encountered in this four-dimensional variant of Hilbert’s infinite room Grand Hotel. I should have seen what would happen if I tried to walk into my garage door. Would I have passed into another time and place?

A mathematician makes plans to travel backwards in time through a wormhole to a parallel universe when he can’t even make it to Mars with the fastest rocket on hand today.

Third, and speaking of four-dimensional travel, is it the aura, perhaps of some sort of Cthulhulian four-dimensional creature only partially perceived, much like how a tennis ball would be perceived by the two-dimesional inhabitants of Edwin Abbott Abbott’s Flatland. We are assured that the gods of H. P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu Mythos are merely fictional, albeit written in the context of Einstein’s theories. But they were conjured up in Lovecraft’s mind as a reflection of the evil of mankind and chillingly

the short story [Call of Cthulhu] asserts the premise that, while currently trapped, Cthulhu will eventually return. His worshippers chant “Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn” (“In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”)

There does seem to be the potential of so much evil in a simple aura. As a result there was a cathartic reassurance in the fact that opening and closing my car door altered the nature of the door.

L’Inferno 1911

Figure 1 – Dante and Virgil encounter Satan in L’Inferno, 1911. From the Wikipedia and in the public domain in the United States because of its age.

As a continuation of our discussion of the early use of double exposures as “special effects,” I’d like to consider the early full length Italian silent film L’Inferno, 1911,  loosely adapted from Dante Alighieri‘s The Divine Comedy. While some sources credit L’Inferno as being the first full length film that distinction appears to belong to the 1906 Australian film The Story of the Kelly Gang. Perhaps the more revealing distinction for L’Inferno lies in the fact that many still credit it as being the greatest adaption to the big screen of Dante’s magnum opusHere is a link to the full 1:10 film.

The film’s depictions of Hell closely followed the classic engravings of Gustave Doré. It was directed by Francesco Bertolini, Adolfo Padovan, and Giuseppe De Liguoro, and starred Salvatore Papa, Arturo Pirovano, Giuseppe de Liguoro, and Augusto Milla.

The film employed dramatic multiexposure effects to chronicle the journey of the author led by the poet Virgil through the levels of hell, where different classes of sins are appropriately punished. Figure 1 shows Dante and Virgil in a double exposure in the presence of the devil himself, and Figure 2 is a video clip showing tormenting demons.

Many people, today sigh when they see that a film is in black and white, let alone without sound. There is the great press to “destroy” these films by inappropriate colorization. For me they are very special, and I enjoy watching them, always amazed at their ability to tell wonderful stories. If you think about it, what could be a better medium for L’inferno than the cool, dark silent movie theater, with the film in other worldly black and white, and underscored with dramatic music. We truly gasp mesmerized until we are finally permitted to ascend again to see the stars.

Figure 2 – Tormenting demons from L’Inferno 1911. In the prublic in the United States because of its age.

 

Focus on what you love

Figure 1 – Robert Kennedy addressing a crowd on June 14, 1963, from Wikipedia, from the US Library of Congress. It is part of a collection donated to the Library of Congress. Per the deed of gift, U.S. News & World Report dedicated to the public all rights it held for the photographs in this collection upon its donation to the Library, as a result it is in the public domain in the US.

I suspect that most of you have seen the new IPhone commercial entitled “The City.” It is designed to highlight the new portrait mode on the IPhone 7 and features a young man photographing his girlfriend in a crowded city. He only has eyes for her and by using the portrait mode, which employs a relatively low f-number, i.e. shallow depth-of-field, to maximize focus on the face while throwing the background out-of-focus. In the commercial, the crowd literally disappears.

This is a well-known trick of photographic portraiture. It typically serves not just to highlight the subject but also to create a visually pleasing bokeh around it.  But it got me thinking of the problem of highlighting a person in a crowd more generally – case in point the image of Figure 1 showing Robert Kennedy, the Attorney General of the United States, addressing a crowd on June 14, 1963 outside the Justice Department. The focus trick is used here, but barely, because all the people are relatively distant from the photographer.

But there are other mechanisms at work. First, the golden rule of thirds places RFK at a visual nexus. He is elevated above the crowd, but interestingly is not the highest person in the photograph. Indeed, the young man on the pedestal above Kennedy holds a sign indicating exactly what Kennedy’s speech is about. Additionally, all eyes, all cameras, and all microphones are riveted on Kennedy.

This is really a well-crafted image. The subject is not isolated from the crowd around him. Rather the crowd demonstrates his dominance in both moment and place. The image is intensely dynamic.

Courageous sitters

Figure 1 – The first exposure table for daguereotypists 1844, from the George Eastman house.

How many of us have had the experience of sitting in the dentist’s chair while the dentist injects Novacaine into your gum trying desperately not to swallow while the needle is inside your flesh. Those seconds seem like forever. With this background I have looked ever so sympathetically at old daguereotypes imagining the sitters enduring what I assumed where seconds of exposure. Well apparently not, and for me the facts are even more profound. I came across the table of Figure 1 this morning of “the first exposure table.” It is from the George Eastman House and has its origin in tables first published by C. F. Albanus in 1844 – a practical guide for daguereotypists.

Under the absolute best conditions you had to sit absolutely still for six or seven minutes and in the worst, grueling, case scenario as much as an hour! These early sitters were truly courageous.

 

William Morrison portrait of Isabelle Coe as Niobe

Figure 1 – William Morrison (1857-1927) portrait of Isabelle Coe as Niobe (circa 1892) from the Wikipedia and in the public domain in the US because of its age.

As a follow-up to yesterday’s post about Henry Van der Weyde double exposure portrait of Richard Mansfield as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, I’d like to share today the contemporary portrait by William McKenzie Morrison (1857-1927) of actress Isabelle Coe as Niobe in the farce by that name. Here too, the double exposure  serves dramatic effect, but one that requires explanation.

Niobe is the mythical  Queen of Thebes who boasts to the goddess Leto about her fourteen beautiful children, seven daughters and seven sons. Leto has only two children, Atemis and Apollo. In her anger Leto has Artemis kill the seven daughters of Niobe and Apollo the seven sons. Niobe flees to  Mount Sipylus, where she herself is turned to stone, but continues to weep unceasingly.

In the farce, a Victorian-era art collector purchases a statue of Niobe, or so he thinks. The statue is, in fact,  the petrified Queen herself, who returns to life after being accidentally jolted with household electricity. Frankenstein again! So here in the photograph Morrison portrays Coe as both Niobe’s statue and reanimated form. Note that the “living form” is just slightly bigger than the “statue form.” As a result even though the “living form” is behind it emanates as a form emergent. That little trick is what I think make the image work.

The story of Niobe explains the quote from Shakespeare’s Hamlet:

“A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she followed my poor father’s body,
Like Niobe, all tears. Why she, even she—
O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would have mourned longer!—married with my uncle,
My father’s brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules.”
 
It always comes back to Shakespeare.