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Eugène Atget; the eyes of a rare artist capture the day

Seeing ancient light

by Keith Purtell

Keith at DeviantArt

Eugene Atget
Eugène Atget

Around the turn of the century, a nondescript man was often seen early morning in the streets of Paris, France, carrying a heavy wooden camera.

Eugène Atget was a former actor and occasional painter who became passionate about photography.

During a 35-year career, he produced some 8,500 images of Paris and its outskirts.

The images don’t so much show people themselves as they do evidence of humanity.

Each found artifice is an expression of human aspiration, whether it is the flying buttress of a gothic cathedral or a parked car.

What binds all his images is the ubiquitous, revealing power of light; usually soft morning light made even more inviting by Atget’s gold-toned albumen prints. Captured in his lens, even empty places whisper gently about the texture of human habitation. The dawning glow in his photographs is an example of a kind of light photographers refer to as “pearlescent.”

Much about Atget’s motives is not clearly understood. He promoted his enterprise as photography for artists, who drew or painted from the pictures.

Atget’s labor was also part of his attempt to create a permanent record of a vanishing city. Atget had become keenly aware that a unique era was passing.

Within the scope of his powers, Atget sought to save something of Paris that he believed was immensely valuable. Whether it was also his ambition to provoke questions about reality and beauty may never be known.

Paris 1900 Staircase Hôtel De Brinvilliers Rue Charles V

An image from Pantheon Books’ “Eugène Atget” come to mind. In “Corner, rue de la Montagne-Sainte-Geneviève, Paris 5, 1924,” we see a beautiful old building rendered ghostly by its distance in the morning mist and by Atget’s orthochromatic* film.

The viewer cannot help but wonder if these things, too, these artifacts of human creativity, are not as fleeting as their two-legged builders. Even the Parthenon will someday crumble into the same earth as its Greek architects and stone masons.

Corner, rue de la Montagne Sainte Geneviève, Paris 5, 1924

Atget was not just some old camera buff wandering the streets. He was a steward of history who encapsulated beauty before it was lost in the progression of time. He was gifted with a unique sensitivity to the power and meaning of light.

Although the relative lack of people in his images prompted Walter Benjamin’s criticism that the photographs were “empty ... empty ... empty,” that rather misses the point. The beauty in our world does not require a human presence in order to exist.

Through Atget’s eyes, we see a world bathed in gentle, diffuse sun. Sometimes the image is only a home, a street or building, and sometimes it is a wooded area, a stream, or a cluster of trees.

Some of these objects have emerged from the hand of man, and others are the product of another maker.

What the photographs do then contain is, in the very least, a record of the coexistence of people and Light.

*Film in that era was only sensitive to light in the blue end of the spectrum.