samedi 29 octobre 2011

Jon Crispin / Frozen in time

Until the 1960s, patients checking into Willard Psychiatric Center were permitted to bring a single suitcase of personal belongings. These items — ranging from hair brushes and alarm clocks to letters and unpaid bills — were intended for storage until their owners were ready to leave, but many of them never did. Now, 50 years later, photographer Jon Crispin will document the incredible contents of these accidental time capsules.
Source: Kickstarter

Willard Asylum Suitcase Documentation
A Photography project in Albany, NY by Jon Crispin

"About this project

In 1995, the New York State Museum was moving items out of the Willard Psychiatric Center in Willard, NY which was being closed by the State Office of Mental Health. It would eventually become a state-run drug rehabilitation center. Craig Williams and his staff became aware of an attic full of suitcases in the pathology lab building. The cases were put into storage when their owners were admitted to Willard sometime between 1910 and the 1960s. And since the facility was set up to help people with chronic mental illness, these folks never left. An exhibit of a small selection of the cases was produced by the Museum and was on display in Albany in 2003. It was very moving to read the stories of these people, and to see objects from their lives before they became residents of Willard.

I have been given the incredible opportunity to photograph these cases and their contents. To me, they open a small window into the lives of some of the people who lived at the facility. I have settled on the idea of shooting the suitcases as they have been preserved by the museum, since part of my goal with this project is to show the care that was taken in archiving these materials. You can see the genesis of my approach to this documentation on my wordpress site, here and here.

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