
9/18/06
Happy Birthday Katherine! Today started with a brisk walk to Gare de Lyon. Arriving at 6:30 am, we had only a few minutes to enjoy a café au lait and croissants before boarding a 7:15 train for Châlon-sur-Saône, the birthplace of Nicéphore Niepce, the inventor of photography. Not only was he born there on the 7th of March 1765, he also took the world’s first photograph in 1826 at his nearby home in St. Loup de Varenne.
We arrived at the train station in Châlon and were taken by taxi to the Niepce house where our host Pierre-Yves Mahé and his wife graciously received us. We saw a remarkable video documenting some of the research that has occurred in recent years to rediscover the photographic processes that Niepce created, and the architectural and photographic detective work that was done to uncover the precise location of the window where the first photograph (EVER TAKEN IN THE WORLD!) was made.

Strong evidence supports that the first photograph was taken from a window on the second floor of the house. Historians and researchers found that the window was moved 70 cm to the left to make room for a chimney that was installed after Niepce’s death in 1833. Pierre-Yves pulled up the current floorboard to show us the original floor from Niepce’s time and the evidence of this move. The architectural evidence agrees with the photographic evidence which says that the photograph was taken from a position 70 cm to the right of the current window. There has been much to do about this “first” photograph ever since Gernsheim uncovered it in the 1950s, and particularly in recent years as the Getty, in collaboration with the Harry Ranson Center at University of Texas at Austin where the photograph is held, has performed much technical analysis on it and designed a super-housing to prevent any further deterioration.

The rest of the Niepce house is equally amazing. There are many small exhibits, historically accurate replicas of Niepce’s photographs and displays of equipments and workspaces as Niepce might have used them in the 19th century. Pierre-Yves showed us through each room in the house, giving us a comprehensive look at Niepce’s life and work as far as it is known.
We then took a walk to the nearby church cemetery where Niepce and his wife are buried. Niepce died in 1833, never seeing the result of his collaboration with Daguerre—the daguerreotype. OK, so maybe there’s a little oversimplification in that sentence, but we’re not writing a thesis on Niepce and Daguerre’s relationship here.
We then dined at a restaurant next to the house where a superb meal was served in four courses: a salad with shrimp, Brest chicken with potatoes and zucchini, a nice apple tart with caramel ice cream and love in a cage (some kind of tomato-like fruit, we didn’t name it) for dessert, and an espresso and chocolate to finish the meal. It was exquisitely presented and tasted as good as it looked.
We then moved on to the Nicéphore Niepce Museum in the afternoon. They had a remarkable display of Niepce’s original cameras and other equipment, a stunning exhibition on color photography including several Ducos du Hauron trichrome carbons and trichrome collotypes (hardly distinguishable by the naked eye at least in museum lighting), as well as an amazing collection of autochromes. Seriously now I’m running out of adjectives. These were truly one-of-a-kind world class photographic objects that were very well displayed. There was also a 3D show using two LCD projectors with polarizers and polarized glasses-- a very effective approach to the display of large numbers of stereoscopic images. There also was quite a large collection of early daguerreotypes on display.

And oh yes, an extensive display of street cameras, often with little mirrors attached to their sides for hair and make-up prep. Photographic paper was used as the in-camera negative, quickly processed and then reshot on a little arm that extends in front of the lens-- yielding a positive. Here's one of the cameras with Rosina reflected in the mirror.
It goes on and on. And it’s late. And sleep calls. Paris is amazing. A tasty salad/bread/goat cheese ensemble readily available for hungry bloggers after midnight from a random cafe. There is another long day planned tomorrow.