lundi 10 décembre 2012

Frida & Diego: Passion, Politics and Painting (AGO in Toronto) (9 décembre 2012)

October 16, 2012 - The Globe and Mail

Frida Kahlo shares spotlight with Diego Rivera in big AGO show

By JAMES ADAMS

Exhibition set to open at Art Gallery of Ontario gives equal billing to both halves of that legendary couple of Mexican art, and reminds us that Rivera was once far more famous



Hard to believe but there was a time, and it wasn't that long ago, when most of the world knew nothing about the Mexican artist Frida Kahlo, dead now for almost 60 years.
This would have been in the late 1970s and early 80s. Before, that is, London's Whitechapel Gallery mounted its ground-breaking exhibition of her paintings and the photographs of fellow Mexican Tina Modotti in 1982. Before the 1983 publication of Hayden Herrera's best-selling Frida: The Biography of Frida Kahlo . Before Madonna paid more than $1-million (U.S.) for Kahlo's 1940 Self-portrait with Monkey. Before 2005 when the Kahlo estate authorized the production of three brands of Frida Kahlo tequila. Before Salma Hayek got her only Oscar nomination for her 2002 portrayal of Kahlo, before ... well, before Frida Kahlo became FRIDA.
The notion that anything associated with Magdalena Carmen Frieda Kahlo y Calderon is box-office gold gets a particularly Canadian test on Saturday with the opening in Toronto of Frida and Diego: Passion, Politics and Painting, the boffo exhibition for the Art Gallery of Ontario's fall season. A collaboration with the High Museum of Art in Atlanta, the show presents more than 35 works by Kahlo plus another 45 or so by her husband, Diego Rivera, who died three years after her, in 1957. Also featured are dozens of photographs of (mostly) Kahlo and Rivera by the likes of Modotti, Imogen Cunningham, Lola Alvarez Bravo, Nickolas Muray and Manuel Alvarez Bravo.


Cognoscenti know the saga of Rivera and Kahlo as a sort of art-world riff on A Star Is Born. Until the onset of the Cold War and the rise of abstract expressionism, pop art, feminism and postmodernist aesthetics, it was Rivera, 21 years Kahlo's senior, who was the big deal – bigger even, some say, than Picasso and the first foreign artist, after Matisse, accorded a solo show, in 1931, at the Museum of Modern Art. "Frida was basically forgotten after her death," observes Carlos Phillips Olmedo, director of the Museo Dolores Olmedo in Mexico City which, as the largest repository of Kahlos and Riveras in the world, has lent 17 Kahlo works and 32 Riveras to the AGO. And she stayed forgotten for almost three decades.
Certainly Rivera was the more prolific artist, producing in a career spanning some 55 years more than 3,000 works in oil plus the famous murals, in Mexico, Detroit, San Francisco and elsewhere, that remain his main claim to greatness. By contrast Kahlo's output, which began in the late 1920s, was much smaller: Phillips Olmedo says his institution so far has catalogued only 425 works by her. Of these, 150 to 200 are paintings, including an estimated 50 to 60 self-portraits. It's these few, though (of which Madonna reportedly owns at least three), that loom "iconic' in the public imagination, notes Dot Tuer, the Ontario College of Art and Design University professor who curated the AGO exhibition. And Rivera? To many these days, he's a Norman Maine of sorts to Kahlo's Esther Blodgett, "cast," as Tuer has written, "in a minor role as Kahlo's much older and philandering husband."



Tuer, though, is convinced that both Rivera, for all his relative neglect, and Kahlo, for all the mania she's inspired, are secure as titans of 20th-century art, impervious finally to the rhythms of fad and fashion. If Kahlo to contemporary eyes seems more "of the moment" than her earnest husband, it's less a function of Kahlo's raw, often poignant, sometimes enigmatic imagery (and their depictions of female victimhood) than her intuitions about glamour and celebrity. "Creating a persona was very important for how Frida could be in the world," Tuer explains. "And she did these constructions of identity not just through her paintings – which were really personal – but especially through photography."
Kahlo's German-born father was a professional photographer. He trained his daughter as both photographer and dark-room technician. She made paintings from photographs. And perhaps most importantly, Kahlo knew how to address, and, in her traditional Tehuana attire, dress for the camera. "This idea to create a persona through self-portraiture and photographs – who does that remind you of? Andy Warhol, yes? And Cindy Sherman," says Tuer.
Yet for all Kahlo's cachet and prescience, Tuer's exhibition treats wife and husband "very democratically," focusing on the dynamic, "the story" between the artists rather than ghettoizing Rivera's art to one section and Kahlo's to another. What's tricky about this chronological/synchronistic approach, Tuer remarks, is that while it honours the creative, romantic and political passions of the duo, both of whom were ardent, life-long communists, "you have Rivera who's at the height of his powers [in the 1920s and early 1930s] when he meets Frida and you have Frida who produces most of her signature work between 1940 and 1945, '46.... So how do you put that together, how do you simultaneously create a story and honour the art?"
"The reason I wanted to shape it as a story," Tuer continues, "is also to introduce visitors who either know nothing about Frida Kahlo or just know about her unibrow to a sense of the complexity and the multifaceted relationship she and Rivera both had to Mexico, to revolutionary politics." Admittedly, a lot of visitors are going to come almost exclusively for the Kahlos but Tuer hopes the exhibition will make them realize "you can't think of Frida without Diego; they're completely intertwined and they're more intertwined artistically than people imagine."
Asked if perhaps Rivera's reputation might have been better served had he stayed in Europe (where he went to study in 1907 and stayed largely without interruption until 1921) and not returned to Mexico in the wake of the 1910-1920 revolution, both Tuer and Phillips Olmedo firmly answer in the negative. "Far from hurting Rivera, the Mexican Revolution made him as a painter, made him a great historical figure," Tuer avows. "If he had stayed in Europe he would have been a very fine painter [but] a minor footnote in the history of Cubism. Not because he's not as good a painter as any of the Europeans but it's how Western art history is written and how it writes Latin American art history out of art history."
"Yes, right at this very moment, maybe Frida is having her cult moment in the sun. Celebrity can be fickle that way – but history," notes Tuer, "is long," Elevations and declines, rehabilitations and revisions are its constants.
Frida & Diego: Passion, Politics and Painting is at the AGO in Toronto from Oct. 20 through Jan. 20, 2013, and at the High Museum of Art in Atlanta, Feb. 16-May 12, 2013.

Designing 007: Fifty Years Of Bond Style - Toronto (8 décembre 2012)

 
When you’ve been a cinematic icon for half a century, you’re bound to pick up some baggage. In James Bond’s case, most of that baggage has just arrived in Toronto.
 
Designing 007: Fifty Years Of Bond Style, opens in the gallery space at TIFF Bell Lightbox tomorrow (Friday) and runs through January 20, 2013. (It’ll be supported by considerable film programming, about which more below.)
 
Speaking at the press day, TIFF Head of Film Programmes Jesse Wente explained that that the exhibition “looks at the influence of the Bond films on our culture, technology and fashion” – and that influence goes well beyond whichever designer is providing Bond’s dinner jacket. The Bond films teach us to aspire to better things: good food, fine wine, great clothes, tricked-out cars … and like anything that’s been around long enough to imprint itself upon generations, its world has begun leaking into our own. What is Frank Gehry’s AGO but a fortress after Karl Stromberg’s own heart?
 
Not that Designing 007 makes that point explicitly. It’s more about the clothes and the gadgets and the gorgeous production design of Ken Adam, all of which are celebrated at length within the show. 
 
Starting with an alcove devoted to Bond’s creator, the author Ian Fleming – complete with a replica of Fleming’s gold-plated typewriter – the exhibit runs mazelike through TIFF’s gallery space, mimicking the locked-down structure of a Bond film. We’re ushered into M’s office, where we find various pieces of prop ID, including a distressing number of passports with James Bond’s name on them – doesn’t the guy usually travel undercover? – and Bond’s American Express black card. 
 
Then it’s off to the shiny stuff, including the sole full-size replica of an iconic Bond scene – the gold-covered body of Jill Masterson, here re-created with a mannequin in panties on a rotating circular bed. It’s the one off note in the exhibit; it’s hard to ooh and aah over producer Albert R. Broccoli’s Thalberg award and Goldfinger’s Oscar (for Best Sound Editing) when there’s a glittering nude corpse spinning around behind you.
 
Move along, and you can forget all about the way the series regards its female characters with a trip to Q branch, where most of the series’ gadgets have ended up. There’s the Hasselblad camera that turned into a sniper rifle in Licence To Kill; there’s the briefcase filled with diamonds from Die Another Day. The amphibious Lotus Esprit (from The Spy Who Loved Me) is represented by a pair of miniatures, and other inventions are seen as schematics or production sketches. There’s even a little nook for Q’s ID card and mug – that’d be the Skyfall version of the character, played by Ben Whishaw.
 
Next up, there’s the casino room, for every Bond film must include a scene where our hero dons a tux and attends a ball to get closer to the baddie du jour. It’s dinner jackets and evening gowns aplenty, with a few nicely chosen props – the bottle of 1955 Dom Perignon with which Dr. No refused to be clubbed, an assortment of chips and cards from Casino Royale, ever so many necklaces. 
 
Over to the side, there’s a doorway leading to a rogue’s gallery – but on entering the area we’re confronted with a giant image of Madonna, who was only bad from the standpoint of her acting as a fencing instructor in Die Another Day. Turns out it’s a costume gallery, with wardrobes for various characters from the series who didn’t spend much time in evening wear. Michelle Yeoh and Halle Berry’s fighting attire from Tomorrow Never Dies and Die Another Day share a case; Olga Kurylenko’s sand-scuffed gown from Quantum Of Solace and Lois Chiles’ gauzy Moonraker wardrobe are also around.
 
Actual villainy is represented by Rosa Klebb’s poisoned shoe from From Russia With Love (which looks like it’s barely survived five decades of storage), Xenia Onatopp’s GoldenEye leathers and a few props from Charles Gray’s turn as Blofeld in Diamonds Are Forever. Strangely, Gray is the only Blofeld the exhibit acknowledges; if there were any artifacts from Donald Pleasance in You Only Live Twice or Telly Savalas in On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, I missed them.
 
Head back through the casino to the next section, where we’re immersed in the Roger Moore years. There’s a replica of Solitaire’s tarot table in Live And Let Die and some space kitsch from Moonraker, followed by costumes from The Spy Who Loved Me and Octopussy. The Timothy Dalton films are represented by a few miniatures from The Living Daylights; then it’s into the Brosnan era with props and storyboards from GoldenEye and Tomorrow Never Dies. And on the way out, you can look at one of Javier Bardem’s Skyfall suits and wonder how it’ll figure in the film.
 
The exhibition was originally mounted at the Barbican in London – if you bought the Bond 50 Blu-ray set released last month, there’s a featurette about it on the bonus disc – and is being supplemented during its TIFF run by a series of film programs. 
 
This Friday night, there’s Bond Vs. Blofeld, a marathon screening of all six films featuring Bond’s arch-nemesis – though “featuring” is kind of a stretch, as the character barely appears in three of them. Ah, what the hell, it’s a good excuse to see From Russia With Love, Thunderball, You Only Live Twice, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Diamonds Are Forever and For Your Eyes Only back-to-back on a big screen, and the whole thing costs just $24. The show starts at 7 pm and runs to about 1 pm Saturday. Bring a catheter.
 
Almost as soon as it’s over – at 2 pm Saturday afternoon – TIFF starts screening the entire Bond canon in chronological order with Shaken, Not Stirred: Bond On Film. (And by “canon,” that means “every film made under the EON Productions banner,” so forget about seeing the 1967 Casino Royale and the 1983 Connery vehicle Never Say Never Again, the two non-franchise Bond pictures.) 
 
Each film will be screened multiple times, but only that first show of Dr. No will be introduced by Lindy Hemming, a veteran costume designer on the series who worked on all four of Pierce Brosnan’s outings and Daniel Craig’s Casino Royale. (Hemming’s not the only celebrity guest: John Glen, who served as the series director from For Your Eyes Only through Licence To Kill, will sit down with Jesse Wente for an In Conversation With … session on December 10, and then present a screening of Octopussy.)
 
And that’s still not all. TIFF has one more film series tied to the exhibit, Colin Geddes’ Beyond Bond: The Other Secret Agents. Geddes has organized a selection of spy films that exist in Bond’s shadow, from cash-ins like The Silencers and Deadlier Than The Male to more considered attempts to re-evaluate the genre like The Ipcress File and Three Days Of The Condor.
 
Curiously absent are James Coburn’s Derek Flint pictures, which Mike Myers fed upon for the Austin Powers series as much as the Bond films, and Maro Bava’s trippy pop-art thriller Danger: Diabolik. But we do get the second of Michel Hazanavicius’s OSS 117 spoofs, Lost In Rio, which finds the director and his future Artist star Jean Dujardin sending up the Bond films with more precision than wit.
 
Tickets for the exhibition and the screenings are available here. And don’t forget, Skyfall opens November 9

Source : http://www.nowtoronto.com/movies/story.cfm?content=189345