Experimental Portrait Photography Project. Turning the crystal clear perfection of the matrix into a multiple layer imperfect portrait.
Chunks of Soul (COS) is the second part of the Entropic Trilogy, a project started with DEAF (taub - sordo) that will end with a new series of portraits in 2017. The trilogy is centered on the idea of entropy and its reflection on us, on the analysis of self related with the context and on the changes. DEAF was exploring the reactions in dealing with a new environment, a submarine claustrophobic reality that people can not predict and how the identity is looking for new solutions to survive and adapt.
COS deals with our identity, the idea of being in front of ourselves, trying to create a connection between our public identity and a more personal intimate one. Turning the crystal clear perfection of the matrix into a multiple layer imperfect portrait. Layers showing not one, but chunks of souls, overlapping sides of our personality, the multifaceted complex reality that we are. Imperfections of this digital Era.
The pictures are made through a box containing slides of broken glasses, a material hard to control. Reflections and refractions of multiple slivers are creating new words, the two sides of each slide are overlapping shadows and lights, vanishing faces and intriguing juxtapositions.
When one looks in the mirror, he has the tendency to control his look, trying to create an image that is accepted in society, a public face (same happens with selfies). Dealing with multiple reflections makes impossible to control all of them, leaving some glimpses of our uncontrolled identity to slip out.
People in this series have an unclear certainty of their soul or of the public representation of them in the society, with an out of focus identity, still looking for their place in the world, not comfortable in describing themselves as a unique solid one-single-word portrait, but wandering and exploring their personalities. They might protect them with tattoos or masks, but they acknowledge their imperfections and that dreams and plans can change every day.
Pictures are digital, single shot, just color editing, no further manipulation.

CHUNKS OF SOUL

Hans Fallada (who's name was Rudolf Ditzen and there's a Rudolf-Ditzen-Weg at the Majakowskiring in Pankow) wrote Every man dies alone (Jeder stirbt für sich allein also known as Alone in Berlin) as novel based on the life of two people who fight back the Nazis alone in Berlin in their own way and they end up in the Plötzensee prison.
A long time ago I've got a night vision of Berlin as an empty city, with its monuments and lights, but far from the collective imagination and stereotype of its nightlife, of people drinking, music and noise.
There's another city there outside, just close to this one, made of silence, of palpable intensity, made of light, where "every man dies alone".

Jeder Stirbt für sich allein (Alone in Berlin by night - Part I)

experimental portrait photography project

concept and photography: Dario-Jacopo Laganà
technical support: Fabio Mattei

Concept

“We live our lives like goldfish in a bowl”

The pressure of society on what it is considered 'natural' and 'correct' plays the biggest role in our lives and affects our choices. As goldfish in a bowl we're unable to map out our lives, but we forget our past and live our lives day by day, like a continued dejà vù.

We end up living a separate life, with our head in a bowl and the rest of the world outside - divided by a one-way communication. The sort of barrier that everyone has, and which keeps us distant from the others. It makes us deaf and our world 'steamed'.

This separation often concerns our very being as well: a subtle but strong border between the world of action (our hands) and the world of ideas (our heads).

Our hands carry the weight of our inner world, like Atlas carries the weight of the sky upon his.

Locked in our world, we sail alone across the sea of our emotions. But as soon as we emerge, we still find ourselves trapped in the goldfish tank and the air we breathe is never fresh. It just fills the lungs and always leaves us overwhelmed as we try to find balance in this new entropy.


The experimental experience

For the experiment, a big plastic bowl of 55cm diameter is used; the bowl is secured onto the participant's neck by a neoprene diving suit neck. This neck doesn’t allow the water to go out from the bowl, which is filled by a small hole on the top (also used to breathe).

“DEAF” refers to the direct experience of remaining inside the bowl. The plastic absorbs the sounds from outside, making us deaf and the internal sounds louder and more violent - forcing us to remain silent.

People are made even more uncomfortable by the presence of the water, by the contrast of having a wet head whilst the rest of the body remains dry. At first they try to react to this new entropy, before gradually getting used to it.

The water limit is set between mouth and nose, to allow people to breath easily and then to re-immerse their face in the water. The interesting visual effect coming out from this choice is that the face is magnified underwater, as if it doesn’t belong to the rest of the body: big mouths, long neck. The focus is on their underwater facial expressions.


The setting

The setting is built with two vertical neon lights set on the side of the subject, to assure a full rounded light on the bowl. The background is made with a shiny synthetic fabric, deliberately left crinkled to create small light waves.

The horizontal line created on the background, between the white wall and the fabric, adds more volume and depth to the bowl and to the whole scene, while the diffraction of the plastic creates the illusion of an underwater scene even where there is no water.

Thanks to

Aghia Sophie, Alessandra Leone, Alexandra M., Annina Scheiwein, Ashley Jones, Davide Bevilacqua, Ema Discordant, Fabio Mattei, Hanadi Siering, Jana Kienast, Khrisna Bonadonna, Luca Gaetano, Lucia S., Nabi Nara, Robert Laue, Sebastian Rein, Will Gardner

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Jeder Stirbt für sich allein (Alone in Berlin by night - Part I)

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