KAMARAN ADLE IN FOCUS
Iran’s foremost living legend in photography
“9 am, one of the days of Jun 1979 in Evin Prison…long hours of hunger, stress, insomnia, and loneliness…. Waiting with covered eyesو no clue who will shot to my head… in those suspended moments, I reviewed my life. at age 12, I decided to be a photographer…to discover the world…I remembered 20th August 1968 in Paris. The day I chose the odor of Persian bazaars, seas, and the smell of worker's bodies upon perfume of fashion girls posing to the camera so I returned to my ancient land, Iran. this was my own choice. At least, I had lived my life as I wanted in last 40 years…”
Few months after the Islamic revolution of 1979 Adle had been arrested in his office for the crime of serving to the royal family and Pahlavi Darbar. Spending horrible days in prison, the shadow of execution got disappeared from him by the help of some connections behind the curtain.
Kamran Adle says: “After Islamic revolution of 1979 a huge number of executions happened. In less than 3 months 4500 people related to the Darbar had been executed but who really knows about the accurate number? 100,000? 500,000? One million? So why was I still in Iran? Only because of the decision I made on 20th August 1968, when the Soviet Union soldiers attacked Slovakia. In that day I thought a lot is happening in this world that the fashion photography seems so stupid in front of that. So I decided to come back to Iran, a place where ‘happenings’ happens a lot. I came back to Iran while I wasn’t sure if its the right decision. “
In Adle’s words: “Many believe that I am an architectural photographer, I am also that, however, my preference is to look at Architecture with emotions. I have written before that Photography is neither a technology nor a technique, not even an art. Photography is a feeling. One does not sense it until one is a photographer”.
Born in 1941, he went to elementary school in Tehran and his high school years were split between Tehran and France. After receiving his diploma from Technical College of Photography in France, he began work at Hamele, the largest developing and printing laboratories in Europe, in the large format photographic printing department.
Six months with Hamele, he became assistant to Jack Rouchon in fashion photography. In 1968, at the invitation of the newly established National Iranian Radio and Television Organization, he returned to Tehran to head the photography team and simultaneously began teaching at the Cinema and Television School for Higher Education. The cinema school stint lasted for a year but he continued with National Iranian Television Organization. In 1971, the students of the School for Higher Education went on a widespread strike and demanded Adle’s return.
He juggled with both the positions till his resignation from the Organization in March 1974.
From 1975 until the Islamic Revolution, he worked with the offices of the ex-Queen of Iran, photographing carpet museums, Reza Abbasi, the Museum of Contemporary Art, Kerman Industrial Museum, Rasht Museum and various photography work for publications, including seven volumes on the Implementation of Design in Iranian Tile Works, Passage through Chahar Mahal & Bakhtiyari province, and The Contemporary Architecture of Iran.
So here is a rich life. But also a lonely life. A life of a man alone at Darwazeh Dolat, an old neighborhood in Tehran, walking into the transition between light and twilight. And the lens here is neither interested in documentation or leading us into a loop of a life story.
The anonymity of Kamran Adle is what the lens seeks. The mundane ordinariness, the day to day frames of invisibility. Being invisible yet political, unobtrusive yet unyielding. It is this paradox of transition, the dialectics of Adel’s life that comes out in the frame.
“I do not know how photographers who work in remote areas pass their nights. It’s very hard bearing lonely nights among deserts and mountains and villages that are not even named on the map. In the fall of 1970, I worked near Iraq border among the Zagros Mountains of Iran, in Kurdistan. At night, a man offered me a drink. I accepted and finished a cool vodka bottle until I was drunk. I do not remember and I do not know how did I pass that night. But it was feeling really good. since that day, I was drunk every night over past 47 years. Alcohol was my only friend during these years. I also love photography while drunk. In 1976, I photographed the Kerman Museum of Visual Arts at 1 AM, totally drunk because of a bet. Did I win the bet? I might. I do not remember. “