“Women without shadows” by Suprema
Arturo Delle Donne for the new Suprema campaign, fall-winter 2020
We have gotten used to speaking behind a screen, to come together avoiding contact, to communicate through images. Arturo Delle Donne absorbs and photographs and he is obviously permeable to the abyss that surrounds and constraints us. He uses photography as an immersive language able to elude the depths, confuse and melt. Capable of imprisoning us: a sadly familiar feeling. Delle Donne b...Read more
“Women without shadows” by Suprema
Arturo Delle Donne for the new Suprema campaign, fall-winter 2020
We have gotten used to speaking behind a screen, to come together avoiding contact, to communicate through images. Arturo Delle Donne absorbs and photographs and he is obviously permeable to the abyss that surrounds and constraints us. He uses photography as an immersive language able to elude the depths, confuse and melt. Capable of imprisoning us: a sadly familiar feeling. Delle Donne builds backgrounds, he photographs apartment buildings, skyscrapers, roads and pieces of towns that he multiplies, creating a blurred and hyperbolic sensation. Backgrounds that are repetitive and obsessing mazes. Scenarios of a new deception, the umpteenth one: still and suspended women impossible to localize. Women who live in a time that does not exist, which was stolen from our imagination, our future and our History.
They have nothing behind them but repetitive images. There are no towns that can host them - no rooms - everything behind them begins to shake and lose its own emotional stability. Everything seems to collapse, the color expands and architecture trudges. There is no deception because there is no illusion, the agreement has been clear since the beginning: you will dwell nowhere, you can’t dwell anywhere, you are a color that gets shape in a nameless city that can’t recognize itself. Milan, Venice, Rome, Naples? You will move as if in a videogame, the image is your field of action, there are boundaries beyond which you will start over with the same overturned landscape.
Walk if you want to move, put on what you want, you won’t be deceived because the terms were clear since the beginning.
You will always be in the same image, you will be the undisputed queen, they will tremble before your glance.
Lately, we have gotten used to speaking through luminous interfaces and screens from which we can hardly free from, like an annoying pandemic that lives in our times and our bodies. We are images that must respect the rectangular boundary.
Delle Donne summarizes a strange idea of dwelling and he builds what doesn’t exist by using the seductive means of photography: nothing exists except the female body and what protects it, nothing exists but we understand it is impossible to escape and we understand the reclusion, the absurd world that surrounds and drowns the female body. It can’t go out and we also can’t get out, a wonderful maze that make us tremble and makes us dance until dawn when the first lights of the day seem to reveal something, but what? We are tired and we just need to sleep.
