Some of what fascinates me about photography, in fact I feel rather good envy, is the ability to catalog, perseverance to follow a theme and play, always 
that, still not for philosophical or obsession, but need to know, collecting, filing exists. Until 19 April, the Museo Morandi in Bologna hosts the exhibition "Bernd & Hilla Becher at the Museo Morandi: 165 images grouped in 14 types German spouses. Who deals
Becher's pictures without knowing the history can be cool. Hill, who has 74 years and two years ago, Bernd rimastra widow, Bologna has told his story. Bernd was born in '31 in Siegen, Germany's industrial landscape. As a child, that landscape in black and white, the white sky and black steel silos, blast furnaces, chimneys, had dreamed of paint. Until a student, he met Hilla, a student and photographer. And the two began to photograph him. The first shots are of 1959. "We did not know where we would certainly come from there," says Hilla today about their series that have been around the world,
of the most renowned museums, history books of contemporary art, photography and architecture . From his account it is clear that, in a sense, they are unintentional series: one shot, then another, then another. Placed next to each other, have become types: gas tanks, cooling towers and so on. The photos are all nearly identical, and so different if you look at the spirit of the beaker, which is what the entomologist, biologist, Linnaeus, who only appoint Hilla lights. "There are families of similarities and differences - he says - like the image of fauna and flora of the natural history books where the plants are put together to see similarities and differences and to understand what has determined."
Hilla said that for those images (the subject always strictly in the middle of the shot, all in black and white, against a dull sky, never a shadow, never a cloud, as if they were all pictures taken at the same time and in same place and not at a distance decades, in Germany as in the U.S.), to have those pictures, I said, Bernd and Hilla said that she has cleared any emotional involvement and resisted any temptation atmospheric spring, a sky at sunset, a special light. And 'the rigor of the catalog, for that matter, the entomologist. Even before
in Bologna, I had seen this exhibition at the Guggenheim last August in Los Angeles. In addition to that of Becher was the exhibition of August Sander, in its way a collector of types, too. He, however, collected human types, divided by profession, social status. A sort of physiognomy. When photographing Gypsies and priests, cops and maids, blacksmiths, and bohemian, he would front of the camera the first the Nazis. He gradually realized that those were not just military realized through the cataloging, the horror.
Charm, then, lies precisely here: in perseverance, perseverance to choose a goal and having it their own. And that may appear on the detail becomes an obsession in the ability to read, through him, a great general history.
There would also tell the story of the beaker. This lady with the bangs and bob white and gray and her husband. Together, united as the shell of an egg that has no joints, they created something all their own, have expressed their union and individual staff in a language that the whole world knows by name. But that's another story.
that, still not for philosophical or obsession, but need to know, collecting, filing exists. Until 19 April, the Museo Morandi in Bologna hosts the exhibition "Bernd & Hilla Becher at the Museo Morandi: 165 images grouped in 14 types German spouses. Who deals Becher's pictures without knowing the history can be cool. Hill, who has 74 years and two years ago, Bernd rimastra widow, Bologna has told his story. Bernd was born in '31 in Siegen, Germany's industrial landscape. As a child, that landscape in black and white, the white sky and black steel silos, blast furnaces, chimneys, had dreamed of paint. Until a student, he met Hilla, a student and photographer. And the two began to photograph him. The first shots are of 1959. "We did not know where we would certainly come from there," says Hilla today about their series that have been around the world,
of the most renowned museums, history books of contemporary art, photography and architecture . From his account it is clear that, in a sense, they are unintentional series: one shot, then another, then another. Placed next to each other, have become types: gas tanks, cooling towers and so on. The photos are all nearly identical, and so different if you look at the spirit of the beaker, which is what the entomologist, biologist, Linnaeus, who only appoint Hilla lights. "There are families of similarities and differences - he says - like the image of fauna and flora of the natural history books where the plants are put together to see similarities and differences and to understand what has determined." Hilla said that for those images (the subject always strictly in the middle of the shot, all in black and white, against a dull sky, never a shadow, never a cloud, as if they were all pictures taken at the same time and in same place and not at a distance decades, in Germany as in the U.S.), to have those pictures, I said, Bernd and Hilla said that she has cleared any emotional involvement and resisted any temptation atmospheric spring, a sky at sunset, a special light. And 'the rigor of the catalog, for that matter, the entomologist. Even before
in Bologna, I had seen this exhibition at the Guggenheim last August in Los Angeles. In addition to that of Becher was the exhibition of August Sander, in its way a collector of types, too. He, however, collected human types, divided by profession, social status. A sort of physiognomy. When photographing Gypsies and priests, cops and maids, blacksmiths, and bohemian, he would front of the camera the first the Nazis. He gradually realized that those were not just military realized through the cataloging, the horror.
Charm, then, lies precisely here: in perseverance, perseverance to choose a goal and having it their own. And that may appear on the detail becomes an obsession in the ability to read, through him, a great general history.
There would also tell the story of the beaker. This lady with the bangs and bob white and gray and her husband. Together, united as the shell of an egg that has no joints, they created something all their own, have expressed their union and individual staff in a language that the whole world knows by name. But that's another story. 
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