“You do not photograph the person – you photograph the moment.”

Interview by Guy Lesser, May 2016

It is now after midnight in Paris. Peter Lindbergh the photographer and I have been talking for much of the day. He is home. I am in New York. We’ve discussed his early interest in becoming a conceptual artist (and making “big” paintings before that). Silent German cinema and Berlin cabaret have been topics of conversation too. We see one another on Skype. Behind him is a school clock, a window, and more art books than can be imagined. ~~For my~~ part, I have been trying to ascertain what influence dance has exerted on his work. The poise of arms and hands. The way a back is arched or a leg is extended. Poses where every muscle seems tensed ready for a leap. I ask about Naomi Campbell’s complaint that Lindbergh made her wear ballet toe shoes and stand en pointe for their first fashion shoot at the start of her career. >What’s important is for Lindbergh to feel for himself exactly what and how his subject feels. And I even suggest – after seeing film footage of Lindbergh showing fashion models what he’d like them to do in a series of steps, waving his arms, shifting his hips and tossing back his head – that he goes about his work in exactly the way that a ballet choreographer constructs a dance. He laughs. After a long pause, he explains that’s not it. What’s important is for him to feel for himself exactly what and how his subject feels. For the better part of 40 years Lindbergh has been regarded as one of photography’s masters. An artist of shadow and available light, his fashion stories and portraits of actors and musicians have regularly appeared in all the world’s top magazines, been published as books, shown at art galleries – and increasingly, become the subject of retrospectives at major art museums. ~~His approach~~, he explains (notwithstanding his patrons’ earnest commercial motives), has never been about the clothes, the location, or even “the architecture” of a face, but very much focused on “the relationship” that is created between the photographer and his subject on one particular occasion: “You do not photograph the person – you photograph the moment.” Often praised as poetic or “dance like,” his images are black & white (with rare exceptions), wholly uncropped, and – at least when he’s gotten his way – unretouched. Moreover, the relationship depicted by Lindbergh is invariably one of equals enjoying a wholly unqualified and unconditional sense of mutual trust. >What Lindbergh seeks and has always responded to is the “energy” of dance. Lindbergh is modest about the occasions he has photographed the ballet – including his assignment for the NYCB – contending he “prefers imperfection to perfection,” adding that while he loves dance, there are so many ballet photographers who can see the moment when a dancer is technically impeccable. “I don’t care if the foot is like this or like this,” Lindbergh tells me, gesturing with his hand, “I’m okay with more twisted or less twisted.” What Lindbergh seeks and has always responded to is the “energy” of dance. Its capacity for the poetic. There is too, it becomes clear in our conversation, Lindbergh’s remarkable capacity to empathize with dancers about matters both practical and philosophical, like their singular dedication to the ideal that the show must go on. However, it clearly pains him that so much preparation and diligent work goes into a live performance that vanishes. “God, it must be so frustrating,” he recalls saying to one dancer, “you do all this work, no? And then...it just passes.” >“You need to leave a space for things to happen.” ~~At his~~ October shoot for the Company, as his portfolio radiantly attests, he was particularly inspired by both the inventive improvisational energy of the company and the remarkably beautiful light in the stable house in which he took portraits. As for working out of doors – at the mercy of weather and inexorable fading of the afternoon autumn light – he explains, “you need to leave a space for things to happen.” And also to “preserve the possibility you will discover something very different from what you thought.” At a deeper level, though, there is Lindbergh’s thirty-year friend- ship with Pina Bausch – among Lindbergh’s closest friends until her death in 2009. Describing Bausch’s work as a dancer herself in Cafe Müller (in one of the only roles she continued to perform, rather than pass on), I watch Lindbergh’s face light up as he describes how she “hardly did anything.” But that “not one movement was empty.” That “every gesture” had come from something in her experience, and how masterful she was at imagining some- thing of consequence she wanted to say, and doing so with her body. “One hand would come up,” Lindbergh tells me, very slowly moving his own arm a few inches “and you’d die.” ~~It is now~~ past one a.m. Lindbergh has been working for Italian Vogue on location in Egypt, Tunisia, and India during the previous few days. At the weekend he’ll head to Los Angeles. I think of something he said to an interviewer half a dozen years ago about his shooting schedules always being so tight you couldn’t move the dates, and how it made you learn to be “quick and flexible” because there is no tomorrow or day after. How for Lindbergh, like Balanchine, “there is only now.” Accordingly, it felt like Peter Lindbergh was just the artist to capture who the New York City Ballet is right now.