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CLAUDE CAHUN / “UNTITLED” / 1939 [gelatin silver print | U/D]
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henk-heijmans · 11 months
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Self-portrait as a young girl, 1914 - by Claude Cahun (1894 - 1954), French
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Claude Cahun and Marcel Moore Aveux non avenus frontispiece 1929-30 Photomontage Silver gelatin print Jersey Heritage Collections © Jersey Heritage
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makingqueerhistory · 2 years
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Claude Cahun
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diana-andraste · 2 months
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Claude Cahun and Marcel Moore, I.O.U., 1930
from Aveux non avenus (Disavowals; Or, Cancelled Confessions)
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Claude Cahun
'Autoportrait aux orchidées'
1939
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claude cahun in powermask: the power of masks - walter van beirendonck (2017)
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Claude Cahun (1894-1954) - Autoportrait (I’m in iraining don’t Kiss Me), 1927
Tirage argentique (10,5 x 7,6 cm)
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Claude Cahun
Studies for a keepsake, c.1925.
Image: Musée d’Art moderne de la Ville de Paris © Musée d'Art Moderne / Roger-Viollet
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BIFUR: “SELF-PORTRAIT: V” CLAUDE CAHUN // 1930
Cahun never showed their photographs whilst they was alive. They lived openly as a lesbian, changing their name from Lucie Schwob in 1918, and used photography to expose and explore their image, as a form of masquerade and as an androgynous self.
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mote-historie · 6 months
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Claude Cahun (Lucy Schwob), La vitrine de chaussures (shoe showcase), London, 1936
Claude Cahun (French pronunciation: [klod ka.œ̃], born Lucy Renee Mathilde Schwob; 25 October 1894 – 8 December 1954) was a French surrealist. Lucy Schwob was a writer, actress, and outspoken member of the Parisian lesbian community between the two world wars. She and Suzanne Malherbe, her stepsister, became partners in life, love, and art, and took the ambiguously gendered pseudonyms Claude Cahun and Marcel Moore for their collaborative theatrical and photographic works. The images they made mostly depict Cahun, and sometimes Moore, in a variety of masculine, androgynous, and feminine personas set in minimally staged scenes in their home. (x)
Claude Cahun and his companion Suzanne Malherbe accompanied Jacqueline Lamba and André Breton to London during the first international exhibition of surrealism, organized by David Gascoyne, Roland Penrose and ELT Mesens, inaugurated on June 11, 1936.
[Anne Egger, 2023, Atelier André Breton] (x)
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makingqueerhistory · 8 months
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Recently read the article(?) on Claude Cahun, a personal hero of mine + of course a part of jérriais/jersey queer history (celebrated island-wide as a part of our history and culture). Thank you to all involved who handled their identity with respect and connected it to the modern nonbinary community, especially as many nonbinary people on island admire them and I know some who have even named themselves in honour 😊!
Thank you so much! (For those interested, here is the article in question: https://www.makingqueerhistory.com/articles/2019/8/31/claude-cahun-part-i ) I am happy you felt that this article handled the nonbinary part well! I know that was a goal when writing it, and I am so glad it came through. Also, I am delighted to hear that some people are naming themselves after Claude on the island! What a fantastic way to honour them!
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diana-andraste · 2 months
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Self-portrait with mask, Claude Cahun, c. 1928
The charm of the mask inspires petty romantic souls, but wearing the mask plays into the hands of those who, for material or psychological reasons, have an interest in not behaving in an open-faced way.
Masks are made of different quality materials: cardboard, velvet, flesh, the Word. The carnal mask and the verbal mask are worn in all seasons. I soon learned to prefer to all others these off-the-market stratagems. You study yourself, you add a wrinkle, a fold at the corner of the mouth, a look, an intonation, a gesture, even a muscle. . . . You create for yourself several clearly defined vocabularies, several syntaxes, several ways of being, thinking, and even feeling—from which you'll choose a skin the color of time . . .
This game is so engaging that it'll soon rob you of the means to cause harm (or to live, as you please). A coin out of circulation. Devoid of social value. Disgusted with its ruts, the train car leaves its rails and falls over on its side. So, all it takes is for the flesh to make way for the spirit (that being the logical progress of evil). From now on, at the roll call you'll only be able to answer "absent," you'll be incapable of taking lessons, and you'll be able to make love only by correspondence. . . .
In front of the mirror, on a day full of enthusiasm, you put your mask on too heavily, it bites your skin. After the party, you lift up a corner to see . . . a failed decal. With horror you see that the flesh and its mask have become inseparable. Quickly, with a little saliva, you reglue the bandage on the wound.
"I remember, it was Carnival time. I had spent my solitary hours disguising my soul. Its masks were so perfect that when they happened to run into each other on the plaza of my consciousness, they didn't recognize one another. I adopted the most surly opinions, one after another: those that displeased me the most were the most certain of success. But the facepaints that I'd used seemed indelible. To clean them off, I rubbed so hard that I took off the skin. And my soul, like a face galled to the quick, no longer resembled human form."
Can they say "Well done!" when such suffering seems artificial? It isn't enough to be good for clumsy sparrows, you must be able to help mechanical birds take flight. More burdensome than pain, perhaps they'll traverse either time or space.
Claude Cahun, Captive Balloon Translated from the French by Myrna Bell Rochester
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Claude Cahun
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Claude Cahun collection of self-portraits, 1927-1929
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