“Hour by hour, and week by week, the thing upon the canvas was growing old. It might escape the hideousness of sin, but the hideousness of age was in store for it. The cheeks would become hollow or flaccid. Yellow crow’s-feet would creep round the fading eyes and make them horrible. The hair would lose its brightness, the mouth would gape or droop, would be foolish or gross, as the mouths of old men are. There would be the wrinkled throat, the cold, blue-veined hands, the twisted body, that he remembered in the grandfather who had been so stern to him in his boyhood. The picture had to be concealed. There was no help for it.”
(Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891)
“”This uniform that’s now presented for older people is so lacking in imagination or creativity. It’s either trousers and a skirt, and straight from the shoulder with no waistline, no hint of any body shape at all. Supposedly being kind to older people to cover their lumps and bumps, but not really.”
Monica-Ann Dunne (video interview)
Lilian Harris, who is in her 60s brought this up at a group discussion we had at the beginning of the project, which caused me to write something down in my notebook. Her thing was that she started to notice a new face at 40, and at 50 she started to see her mother looking back at her. Now in her 60s she has to get used to another face, which will change again in her 70s.
These images were made in their homes, engaging with and talking about their own reflection stories as they age.
From group and individual meetings with participants at the beginning of the project, some of them wanted to be photographed in their own fashion, as themselves. My direction to them was to choose a location that was relevant to them and to wear something that they would wear to a special occasion.
A video interview was made with each person in this location, getting his or her views on fashion and growing older in general. With this process, the participants had control over almost every aspect of their representation – location, clothes, hair and make-up.
Now in Autumn Years
Such a good time to glance back –
Relive those moments of joy, pain, tears, laughter
Each day a precious gift –
Full of wonder and gentle surprises –
To be savoured so much more fully
Because of my own maturing.
No need to rush –
To fill each hour with sixty new experiences –
A true appreciation of ‘ordinary’ things – familiar situations.
Wines: sipped not gulped – less frequent – more fine.
Food: ‘Less’ being really ‘more’.
Friends: so valued – rarer – pure gold
Love: Everlasting …
Would I turn back the clock?
Childhood? Adolescence?
The dizzy merry-go-round of my 20’s?
The challenges of my 30s, 40s, 50s –
My more reflective 60s?
Never!
Now, being 70-something
I have come home to myself.
A new starting-point
To continue the adventure of Life’s Journey
On different levels –
within the heart of the now ‘me’
In the vastness of the universe and its tantalising mystery
The one the more immense, mysterious,
The other even more profound
Oh! How glad I am to still have the passion
To Reach for the Stars …
© Monica-Ann Dunne