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Igor Posner
Notes from Underground
It started in 2006, a year when I returned to St. Petersburg for the first time in 14 years. At the time I had no idea what I wanted to get out of this place, photographically anyway. I just knew that I wanted to immerse myself into its cold, gloomy winter and take pictures. Trip after trip as images started to appear I noticed that somehow the pictures started to reconstruct this city’s heavy, yet poetic soul, like captured by Dostoevsky, Mandelstam, Bely, Brodsky and others.
Excerpt from a personal diary (February, 2008):
“Leningrad creates a feeling of a lost and a haunted city, an open nerve, where little tragedies of every day life that seem universal are so acutely brought to surface…with its bars, streets, drunks, communal apartments this place creates a sense of an inexistent dream within an authentic nightmare, and yet paradoxically conveys a feeling of poetic nostalgia and melancholy.”
Images used in this slideshow are chapter fragments from a book project about St. Petersburg (2006-2009) – “Notes from Underground” (working title).
Music by Alfred Schnittke – In Memoriam II, tempo di valse
Special thanks to: Olya Vysotskaya, Anna Bocharova
Bio
Born in St. Petersburg (former Leningrad), Russia, Igor Posner moved to Los Angeles, California in the early 90s. Early work includes photographs taken in south-central and downtown Los Angeles, Tijuana, Mexico. Igor returned to Russia in 2006, taking up photography full time.
In 2007, Igor moved from Los Angeles to New York City. At present, he lives between St. Petersburg, Russia and New York. Currently he works on two series: first, about Russian immigrant communities in Brooklyn and LA, and second, about former Jewish ghetto settlements in Russia, Western Ukraine and Belarus.
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please only one comment per essay….
-david alan harvey
Very evocative images. This guy has a visual signature which works brilliantly with the subject matter.
“I am a sick man. … I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man”…I’m an impressed Man.
Fyodor would be proud!
This has been one of the best essays published on BURN ever! alomost 6 minutes …man I could have gone 60!
I usually would struggle through a 6 minute slideshow but this went nicely. Some of the text made me feel “I’ve read this before”, but then it was ok. Two or three images slightly let it down, but in overall a brilliant essay! Many images to remember (dog eats baby, woman on sofa, man walks into the sea, etc.), aesthetics that melt the past into the present, and faces that work accordingly.
This is just terrible photography. You’ll go far as a “deep, arty” photographer. But you need to learn to focus that camera and hold it still. B&W film can produce grays, too.
I know, it’s a personal vision of the place. A really, really dark one. Not a book I would buy, nor many others, I suspect.
this is dark.
I rarely saw such a dark essay .. the music makes it even darker ..
very consistant .. I’m impressed.
congratulations and thanks for showing your pictures on burn.
I love this movie. Great photography, mood, music line.
I am against “photography movies”, I like movies about photography.
And it’s looks like Ackerman’s work but in many times even better.
Jim
I am a big fan and have a big respect that you always have your own strong, unchangeable opinions. And you not afraid to said it always. I agree with you many times and disagree not ones as you know.
But long time I have not read such ridiculous and senseless opinion.
Very interesting and atmospheric. Bob’s gonna love this one…..
Very happy to see this essay here. Congatulations Igor. Love it!
Fabulous. As strongly evocative of place as any series I can remember. Really fine work. Thank you.
Wow! Igor very interesting work. Very cinematic!, love your perspective on so many shots and some are just brilliant! it feels as though we are in another time period and in a Roman Polanski film. And yes Bob is going to love this one.
Igor, do you want to come round for a drink ?
Nice mood piece. Some really nice images amongst this. Paints a very personal picture, I like that.
John
“I don’t remember the word I wished to say.
The blind swallow returns to the hall of shadow,
on shorn wings, with the translucent ones to play.
The song of night is sung without memory, though.
No birds. No blossoms on the dried flowers.
The manes of night’s horses are translucent.
An empty boat drifts on the naked river.
Lost among grasshoppers the word’s quiescent.
It swells slowly like a shrine, or a canvas sheet,
hurling itself down, mad, like Antigone,
or falls, now, a dead swallow at our feet.
with a twig of greenness, and a Stygian sympathy.
O, to bring back the diffidence of the intuitive caress,
and the full delight of recognition.
I am so fearful of the sobs of The Muses,
the mist, the bell-sounds, perdition.
Mortal creatures can love and recognise: sound may
pour out, for them, through their fingers, and overflow:
I don’t remember the word I wished to say,
and a fleshless thought returns to the house of shadow.
The translucent one speaks in another guise,
always the swallow, dear one, Antigone….
on the lips the burning of black ice,
and Stygian sounds in the memory.”
–Osip Mandelstam
“From our ugliness will grow the soul of the world.”- Platonov
In order to carve out the stories of the world and places and people around us, we must first begin the measure the hum and drum of the caverns inside us, for if not that we have seen nothing but vanquishment. In order to speak of a place, we must first learn to listen to and interpret the language that is alphabetizing the thoughts inside us: one breath after another, tum tum tum. Without a sense of how to recognize all that hum and holler inside us, how can we possibly begin to recognize anything or rather make sense of anything but through the radar of our own imagining.
In russian, there is a word (a world really) that I cannot properly translate into English. I even asked Marina how she would translate the word, but English has no real equivalent: Тоска…(toska, emphsis on the final ‘a’)….Toscka is a world of many emotions, sometimes conflicted, it was also one of my favorite Russian prose writer, Andrey Platanov’s. Toska is a combination of nostalgia (a wound) and sadness, an emptiness born of longing, a physical sadness that errupts from a sensation of connection, hunger, weakness to a place, to a memory, to a moment…it is more beautiful and more sad that nostalgia or love-sickness…maybe it is, fundamentally, a feeling that must be conveyed in Russia, and somehow also speaks of the long, cold wind in the Russian steppes, the physical weight of grey Petersburgh, the sound of the Neva, the creak of the volga….Igor’s story contains this word and this word and for that, it is blooming…
I have know you Igor for how many years now?; ))…seems like forever…and it is such the pleasure to see your story unfold here, not merely because I have seen you bloom so richly and mature so well since those days of pictures in the museum and on the hills overlooking LA to your mexico exploration and pointing toward your eventual return to Peters and friendship with Michael and love with Olya and all this spatial hum signaling not Le Fin but Le debut…….
I am very proud of your and very happy to see this essay here, though not surprised :))….
just gorgeous and filled with the body of your very own spirit and that has both to do with and nothing to do with Peters…..
bodies, grown rich and bent like small trees under night’s weight, along the pagegent and crack of ice, water and snow….
lublu ohcne…
i ti tozhe…
kisses to O too :))
ochen krasivie, ochen-ochen!
tvoi
boba
Posner’s adumbrative style places us immediately in his mind’s eye, and we walk directly with him through the modern-day culture of St. Petersburg. The title associates us with Dostoevsky, and with it we feel a hovering epileptic seizure about to descend upon us, as the city we enter is his – pre-grand mal. Finally, Romanovich Raskolnikov appears, and we share his Nietzschean pretensions to uberman.
A remarkable journey and a wonderful experience; I have flown from the complaints of motion blur and missing mid-tone contrasts long ago…
Wow, great stuff. I like everything about it. Composition, narrative, the varied shots, the Dostoevsky-ish vibe (which is particularly difficult to pull off without being ridiculously clichéd). Normally, I agree with Jim about the greys, but I think the contrast works here. And technically, I think it’s fantastic. Often with these types of shows, I suspect the photographer doesn’t know how to handle the camera so makes the best of a poorly exposed or focused image. Not here. It appears the photographer has control over the medium and that while these images are not technically mainstream, they are technically very difficult nevertheless.
The only thing I’d lose is the title. It’s already taken. I don’t think your work is derivative, at least not as a whole (seems I’ve seen that woman lounging in that pose before? Gauguin?). Why suggest it’s derivative before anyone even sees it? Or perhaps derivative is the wrong word? More likely it’s meant as an homage to the underground man or Russian lit in general. Still, why not let the viewer figure that out for his or herself? Find a title that hints at it rather than states it so directly.
Knowing your work for some years now, Igor, I can see why the name ‘Ackerman’ comes up, but I’m also happy to see that you’ve moved on- and forward, that’s great! For sure a book I’ll buy.. or better yet, the prints.. here’s the wish for an exhibition..
Congatulations Igor.This is a Great! One of the best stories in Burn!
Very happy to see this essay here.
С Рождеством
Dark. Brilliant! Poetry!
Dostoevsky inmediatly came to my mind.
This has been one of the best essays published on BURN ever! alomost 6 minutes …man I could have gone 60!
I agree with it.
I’ve had that dream before…
hauntingly
beautiful…
music was
storytelling in itself…
do you see this work projected
in an alcove in a gallery?
and/or
with your prints on the wall?
***
Red hot.
I am moved… high art… this doesn’t happen to me so often at photo presentations. This Russian guy sooner or later is going to belong to Magnum… and probably sooner. Igariok, privet iz Litvi… tak derzi
Fantastic, I really enjoyed the sequencing, the symmetry between the music and the photographs, and the ‘plot structure’ of sorts as the photographs became more and more discomforting/”invasive” in such a way that it became hard to look at yet hard to look away. In your statement, you write,
“Trip after trip as images started to appear I noticed that somehow the pictures started to reconstruct this city’s heavy, yet poetic soul, like captured by Dostoevsky, Mandelstam, Bely, Brodsky and others.”
This really surprised me because these authors are all I know about St Petersburg, and it seems as though you feel as though your photographs fell into this tradition without deliberation. From my [very limited] perspective, I would presume more of an agency on your part to follow in these authors footsteps, rather than this accidental stumbling upon of the emotions of these great writers. I wonder how this question of whether you tapped into their emotions “deliberately” or “accidentally” affects the validity of your project, or if you believe that if you had set upon the project “following in their footsteps”, that would somehow take away from the end result of the product.
I believe your title is very apt, because in many ways these photographs could function as a pictorial illustration of Dostoevsky. Considering the heavy contrast, the tendency to blurriness and other techniques that tend to discomfort, I am curious how Dostoevsky’s St Petersburg figured into your motivation to adopt these techniques. I would love to see your earlier work in California and Mexico to see how you have changed your technique according to location.
Thank you for sharing.
Sean.
Outstanding!
Thank you for this experience.
-John
What an experience! I wanted to be in a movie theater seeing this on the big screen in a darkened room rather than on my laptop. It felt more like an art/documentary film than a photo essay to me. You took me there, visually and emotionally. Such a mood! Really stunning work. And the music added a sense of drama. Yes, it was long but I didn’t want it to end. Bravo!
Patricia
A truly wonderful story.
It is more of a film than an essay for me, a film of stills. I caught myself filling the gaps and intuitively guessing what would come next. The music has a lot to do with it I guess. Most of the times I was wrong and that was rewarding. The sense of walking in these cold, dark streets and the occasional stopovers in wonderful (Underground) places was overwhelming. Certain images were captivating and I wished there was more time to absorb them but life moves on quickly anyway and before you know it these moments are gone.
I have to say that the film works well without the music as well and a different choice of music would certainly give it a different taste. As it stands though it’s very dark and effective. This is a story I will come back to, many times, if only for the clear vision and commitment involved.
Many congratulations Igor, thanks for sharing this, I’ll follow you closely.
So rich, so dark, so, so good. Inspiring. Thank you.
I really enjoyed this essay. Very dark and moody and a unique style. However I began to find the music distracting, so turned it off. I watched a second time without music and found it much more compelling.
Congratulations Igor…
Wow, something to sink our teeth into.
I love this. Though I’m usually not a fan of dark, fuzzy, grainy, blurry, over the top contrasty, it works here. There are several spectacular images, the men on the street, hats and shoulders covered with snow, and many of the simpler images. Love the night image with snow streaks. Even the industrial strengh spooky music, which usually leaves me feeling manipulated, works.
Let me borrow tom hydes’ comment “So rich, so dark, so, so good. Inspiring. Thank you”
Amazing!! somehow it remains me of the Dostoievsky novels spirit, and love the blurring, It gaves the pictures an expressionist touch, very evocative very emotional. I will be following your tracks Igor.
very good, almost incredible – throughout there were constant surprises. however i thought the essay lost its way a little towards the end – somewhere in the last 5-10 images – dunno if anyone else felt the same way? also the “fin” photography felt too contrived for what was an un-contrived essay.
inspired choice of music.
thanks.
IGOR,
A fascinating essay really…with a real mood, vision… dark, raw, captivating! Well done.
Eric
Amazing work!
When I first watched this essay it reminded me of an early mystery or horror movie. The music underlines this mood. Unfortunately I get scared easily…
Everyone is refering to Dostoevski – never read anything by him, but thinking about reading him for a long time – so my next book will be by Dostoevski. Any recommendations?
Have to agree with Ben about the “fin” image. Too easy and too obvious.
My way of taking pictures is totally different so it was a revelation for me to see this amazing work!
Thank you!
Reimar
Dreadful imagery and atmosphere as if the year 1937 had never gone by or as if today people in Russia were still haunted by the memory of the great terror (even if they seem not to be aware of it).
I’m astonished that some call these pictures “wonderful” — I think they are utterly frightening.
When I saw the picture of the marching officers (if these undulating men in long coats and fur caps whom you photographed from behind are military people at all) and then, next, the photo of the veiled lady I could not help thinking of Anna Akhmatova’s poem “Requiem”.
When looking at some of the other pictures, I had the sensation as if a door bell rang, late at night.
Oh, and by the way, I disagree with what Jim Powers said in his comment above. Don’t worry about allegedly not focusing properly or not holding the camera still — “failing” to do so still did not keep Robert Frank from becoming one of the greatest photographers either…
That was great. What a distinct photographic style, the grain, blur, and contrast heightened the experience. Igor, you have incredible talent. I also loved the presentation.. the movie and music brought a solid essay to an even higher plane.
Reimar, start with Crime and Punishment, that’s what this essay reminds me of. I kept waiting for Igor’s photograph of Raskolnikov killing the old woman and her half-sister, and that photograph of the man drinking and looking directly into the camera bears more than a striking resemblance to Dostoevsky himself. Photographically, these remind me of Koudelka’s early theater work. Igor, this is great stuff; capturing a city’s psyche using a medium devoted to surfaces is no easy thing to do, but you’ve managed to do it.
PS. I looked at the essay before reading the comments and the first thing I thought when I got to the second image was: “Jim’s going to really, really hate this.” And, lo and behold, he does. I am getting psychic in my dotage ;-)
beautifully creepy.
much thanks.
Absolutely amazing look. Love, Love LOVE that contrasty gritty look. Such good use of it too. Thank you for sharing your beautiful work.
Life at 1/4 second… captivating, unique, genuine… not sure in some cases what i was looking at but as a whole it works. This guy’s got talent.
Very good. Music and photos played off each other well. I think at some points the flow of photographs didn’t really sync up with music, especially the powerful crescendo at the end. But overall, a good multimedia piece, and some of the photographs are brilliant.
Fantastic. This is exactly where I see photography going in the sense of a cinematic experience. Reminded me of Werner Herzog’s Nosferatu except in B&W. The slow deliberate mood created out of scenes with hardly any movement but conveying a heavy sense of foreboding that Herzog uses seem to be similar to the mood portrayed here. That was before I read the artist statement. I wrote an English essay in high school on Crime and Punishment contrasting and comparing Dostoevsky’s life with that of Raskolnikov. Both ended up in prison and found redemption through a women and the discovery of their higher self. Is this essay in any way autobiographical for you, apart from the homicidal tendencies?
Congratulations, one of the best published on Burn.
gritty and awesome!
yesyes igor.. really enjoyed this.
great to see something which stretches itself to more than 5 mins..
d
at last, a work with Soul.
you inspire me.
absolutely loved it.
This essay scared me to death. I loved it. If I ever had any plans to move to Russia they are gone now! The two with dogs were especially scary. And the one with the white things floating through the air. Good work. Dark Russian, Scary, interesting, and I am going to watch it again and again! Best essay in a long, long time here on Burn.
Truly enlightened storytelling Igor. The editing is superb, I can see someone else failing to understand how to put these images together, and coming out with something repetitive and boring. You however, paced the images so that the viewer is forced deeper and more personally involved with each photograph. The results move with ferocity. I found myself going through a continuum of emotions; disturbed, sympathetic, terrified, feelings of guilt and then innocence, curiosity and then arrogance. Thank you for sharing this story, I hope to see prints in person some day, either on a wall or in a book.
Good, strong and powerful. Congratulations, Igor!
“In comedy of life the pleasantries are little,
We have to master roles in tragedy of people.”
Boris Zubry
wow, jaw droppingly beautiful work, thank you for sharing with us!
Possibly just as effective with a shorter edit, simply because its great strength is in the faces. They made me think of Peake’s illustrations, though that doesn’t do this justice.
After seeing it at full screen and headphones, I’m still very impressed. Very powerful images.
One of the best essays I’ve seen at Burn.
Igor, thanks for sharing it. Congratulations.