Sometime in the twentieth century, that rare sexual fantasy was created: firefighters are sexy. Maybe it was the answer to another sexual fantasy that was just as weird: nurses are.
If they can be sexually sweeping people who smell sweat or serum, stained with coal or blood, forced to work with gloves and masks, could not also the scrap dealers? Scrap is not sexy because nothing is in essence: it is our gaze that eroticizes certain bodies, certain objects, while relegating others to the dead zone of stigma, of the marginal, of the abject.
This project questions precisely that, the mechanisms in which we decide that something must be looked at, and even desired, by all, while other things must be ignored, hidden, as if they did not exist. In the cities there are not only avenues and police and trees and monuments and advertising panels and shops and galleries and terraces and even firemen, there are also garbage, gas stations, parking, beggars, scrap metal, scrap metal. Let’s look at them. Let’s look at twelve of their bodies. They can be sexy, if our eyes decide, if we propose to subvert certain codes, look with different eyes. Eyes that are ours, not what we consume consumption and capital, with their collective fantasies, so rare. But this calendar of the photographer Severine Sajous is not only a very serious parody of the calendars of firemen or of Playboy girls, also in a story of the process that the metallic residues follow, how they are transported by the streets, how they enter the illegal junkyards , how they are there weighed, worked, recycled, transformed, sold. During the twelve months of a year, one for each photograph, we will travel without moving so much the seasons of the year as, also, those of the industrial processes that precariousness turns into forms of craftsmanship. Of craftsmanship as necessary survival. But this photo-report by Severine Sajous is not just a calendar and a story, it is also many other things: a denunciation that makes visible, unavoidable, a reality that we do not want to look at; a counter-chronicle of Barcelona from some of its most peripheral spaces, from Poblenou to Sant Adrià del Besós, in one of the city’s borders, where the design metropolis melts into lots, abandoned factories, buildings under construction and industrial estates ; and a fragment of an autobiography: the one of a look that comes from France, that is installed in Barcelona, that includes the migration and the nomadism because it feels it in its own skin. But this denunciation, this political work, this chronicle of the darkest city, this passage of an autobiography is still something else: an obsession. Thanks to tenacity and insistence, to her condition as a neighbor and witness and accomplice, the author has understood, as nobody else, a world. And we are lucky that he has decided, through his memorable images, to share it with us.
Prologue written by Jorge Carrión, writer & literary critic