Is it domestic? Inevitable and unruly, dust is the enemy of the modern order, its repressed other, its nemesis. “I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”Īnd what if dust is really the key to the intervening years? Why do we dislike it? Is it cosmic? We are stardust, after all. At the same time, a little English journal publishes TS Eliot’s poem The Waste Land. Cameras must be kept away from dust but they find it highly photogenic. At first they called it a view from an aeroplane. The photographer is Man Ray, the glass is by Marcel Duchamp. A little French avant-garde journal publishes a photograph of a sheet of glass covered in dust. Let’s suppose the modern era begins in October of 1922. A Handful of Dust is David Campany’s speculative history of the last century, and a visual journey through some of its unlikeliest imagery.
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