secret eden red line

secret eden red line

This happens in a service station in the seventies; in a fairy tale by the Grimm brothers, but it is unclear when; this happens in the middle of the day and in the dead of night; in an office next to a typewriter; in front of a fireplace; in formal French gardens; on a sofa near an English bulldog; this happens under a blazing sun or beneath grey skies; it is almost futuristic; airborne with a gun one minute and then in a science fiction film the next; this happens in the middle of a bourgeois party on imitation leather benches; against a wall; under a table; not far from a swimming-pool; in the middle of a dream; within us; this happens everywhere and especially in Secret Eden, Sacha Goldberger’s new series of photographs which is like sneaking a peak through a peephole.Sacha plays hide and seek. He makes up follies, triggers secret conversations and stirs curiosity. He opens some doors whilst closing others. Like a director, he selects the venue and costumes, directs the actors, adjusts the lights, transcends different ages, focuses on the settings and details, but leaves the pleasure of finishing the story or saga, or not, to the people engaging in his worlds. His images are visions, extracts from his imagination. They are flashes or little sparks of inspiration plotting adventures behind your back. Incognito, it’s up to you what goes on in the trajectory, veiled by these shameful gardens of Eden, that are no longer altogether lost. What comedies, love, great desires and what kind of dramas are going on?

Boldly plunge into the open scenarios in Secret Eden: a courtesan; a large monkey; a baron; Snow White; one of the Seven Dwarves; clones of redheads; a Mad Men moment; a secretary; a doe or a woodcutter. We’re everything and everyone simultaneously; we join the party if we feel like it since the men and women inhabiting Sacha Goldberger’s photographs are characters to be penetrated, bodies to be rocked and souls to be filled. With a lack of smiles and virtually sleepwalking, like strangers in the affair, they act as an introduction to our clandestine tales. They very quickly become our confidants, partners in our own stories. Viewings are private. With them, it’s OK. The most liberal journeys take place within us. Try Secret Eden and see for yourself.

Julie Estève

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