Gordon Parks: Through the Lens

As Parks’ prestige grew, so did his editorial control over the notes that accompanied the pictures. Compare the rewritten conservatism of Harlem Gang Leader (1948), a series Parks originally wanted to offer an open perspective on the possibility for redemption, to the more nuanced The White Man’s Day Is Almost Over (1963), his essay on the Black Muslim community whose leader Malcolm X felt such a rapport he made Parks godfather to one of his children. Though backlit with a harsh political reality, Parks’ composition often drifts into the surreal: ‘Doll Test’ (1947) has an uneasy fairy-tale optimism; ‘A Man Becomes Invisible’ (1952) plunges the hero of Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man into a manhole underground; in ‘Boy With June Bug’ (1963), a boy dozes in a field as a tethered insect tied crawls on his face, an image one critic interpreted as Gordon’s own life story. Parks transitioned seamlessly into high fashion and became Vogue’s first black photographer (another echo with today, as British Vogue’s first black editor Edward Enninful seeks to recalibrate the magazine’s racial focus). In his 1990 autobiography Voices In The Mirror, Parks said of Vogue: “I studied the names of its famous photographers - Steichen, Blumenfeld, Horst, Beaton, Hoyningen-Huené, thinking meanwhile that my own name could look quite natural among them.” Undaunted by celebrities, he photographed Iman, Muhammad Ali, Ingrid Bergman, Duke Ellington, Eartha Kitt and the sculptor Giacometti, though he grew impatient with the entitled whims of the models. His cinematic career showed a similar duality to his photographs. He became the first black artist to produce and direct a major Hollywood film with The Learning Tree (1969), an adaptation of his autobiographical 1963 novel about a young man coming of age in 1920s Kansas (Parks also wrote the music and the script). Very different though just as symbolic, Shaft (1971) reappropriated black stereotypes with a leather-jacketed swagger complemented by Isaac Hayes’ score, a counterpoint to Sidney Poitier’s idealised doctors and teachers. A sometime poet, jazz pianist, abstract painter and classical composer, Parks also wrote Martin, a ballet tribute to Martin Luther King.

In private, he shared the elegance, modernity and rigour of his work. His dress sense was an extension of his artistic versatility, a mix of casualwear (roll necks, trench coats and chore coats similar to Shaft himself) and more formal dress, often accessorised with a pipe. Between three marriages, he romanced heiress Gloria Vanderbilt and Sex and the City creator Candace Bushnell (she was 18, he 58). Since his death at the age of 93 in 2006, Parks’ influence has been palpable in some of the most urgent art of today. In Jordan Peele’s Get Out (which won the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay this year), Daniel Kaluuya's photographer Chris recalls Parks himself, just as the metaphor of the “Sunken Place” rhymes with Parks’ Invisible Manhole-underground. There’s a shadow of The Learning Tree’s poetic deconstruction of burgeoning black masculinity in Moonlight, and the moral ambiguity of Mahershala Ali’s drug-dealing surrogate father figure in the ambivalence of Parks’ work on gangs. Shaft, an early black superhero of sorts, prefigures Black Panther. Parks’ closest kindred spirit might be Donald Glover, a cross-form prodigy whose masterful TV series Atlanta returned last week. In a recent New Yorker profile, Glover put forward the paradox that “blackness is always seen through a lens of whiteness”, but that now white America likes seeing itself through a black lens. For the age of Trump and Black Lives Matter, it’s apt and exhilarating that the same individual could inspire such different artists. In the notes to his 1967 project on the Fontanelles, Parks defined himself through his audience: “What I want. What I Am. What you force me to be is what you are. For I am you, staring back from a mirror of poverty and despair, of revolt and freedom. Look at me and know that to destroy me is to destroy yourself.” Twelve years later in his memoir To Smile in Autumn, he acknowledged a porous mystique: “I've disappeared into myself so many different ways that I don't know who 'me' is.” Enigmatic, decorous, reflective, Gordon Parks is a double master of blackness through a white lens and whiteness through a black lens, the invisible man as unforgettable icon.