PARIS.- What if Stéphane Duroy’s work was an exile? After forty years of obsessive wandering in the footsteps of old Europe as far as the United States, Stéphane Duroy today seems pushed by a wind of renewal, towards a photographic praxis taken ever further from itself.
L’Europe du silence, a ground-breaking work embarked upon by the photographer in the 1980s, comes across as an attempt to set out to encounter great History. Constructed in a long-term movement, this series records the vision of man in search of his identity and the memory of an Europe shaken by two world wars and many different totalitarian aberrations.
Since 1977, he has also been facing up to another reality, that of the human factor, of people left out, workers and dropouts plunged into the distress of a Thatcherite Britain undergoing profound changes. The book Distress, which was published late in 2011, is the culmination of an immersion spanning more than 30 years in a profoundly battered country.
Stéphane Duroy’s eye is gradually swerving. Towards the United States, land of exile for millions of Europeans who fled Europe and its tragedies. From Coney Island to Butte, in Montana, Stéphane Duroy tirelessly criss-crosses the migrants’ symbolic path. Their further penetration from east to west in the American territory tallies with the progressive oblivion of the first catastrophe that made exile necessary. Forgetting in order to continue, and survive. For Stéphane Duroy, this relentless disappearance of landmarks, the ravages of the pioneer spirit, the cult of opportunism and the mirage of “everything’s possible” founded the power of America and the same time are undermining it. “ We, Europeans, have built the American Dream, that monumental illusion which each one of us pretends to believe in.” Stéphane Duroy will never be done with America, that accursed part of himself. He will be forever returning there, enamoured of those lands with their wild glare and their mournful beauty.
In 2007, his book Unknown appeared. Stéphane Duroy got his hands on a hundred or so copies, which would then form the main material of his work in which he can hew : paste, edit, cut out, split an image, slip in others, break down the space of the page and put it endlessly back together again. And open up a yawning gap between what has been seen and what has been imagined. Everything returns, is re-enacted, recycled and reborn in books, like objects to be tested, exhausted, methodically, one after the other. Gradually an archaeology of memory is constructed, a deposit of raw materials which resist and escape, from the narrative, from the rendering, from the link. Well beyond the photograph. As witness to a world that has become hard to breathe in, Stéphane Duroy uproots his language.
"Between 1977 and 2002, I undertook a huge photographic survey of British society, where very marked social divisions illustrate the complexity of a human community.
In 1979, West Berlin became the link between cause and effect, the place where decisions were made about the major tendencies which have created the European tragedy and called our cherished values into question. Then from 1984 onward, the United States, splendid symbol of hope and great ready-made dream which nobody believes in, closed the circle.
Today, this obsessive itinerary forms a closed theatre foreshadowing the linkage of our behaviour, group survival, power and its struggles, failure, bitterness, rejection and, last of all, flight, a mixture of sincere hope and duplicity. ” — Stéphane Duroy, 201
