L’innocence des objets
One of Orhan Pamuk’s heroes felt ’The attachment one feels for objects is one of life’s great consolations.’ After buidling his novel, ’The museum of innocence’ like a museum catalogue, the writer went a step further by truly creating his collection that opened to the public in April 2012 in the district of Cukurcuma. This museum of innocence hosts a very personal, haphazard collection that speaks of an Istambul that is disappearing, that of postcards with boats, tulip-shaped glasses to drink tea out of, chromos of actresses and football players, or an earring that brings long-gone lovers back to life. This cabinet of curiosities that is miles away from the universal and impersonal ’real’ museums, one that can be seen like a part of one’s life, like an instant photograph of the XXth century on the wane. Almost like a novel, for aren’t art and objects - like literature - mirrors one takes along a wide road?
Review published in the newsletter #284 - from 20 December 2012 to 9 January 2013