Drawing parallels between the “cafe peripheral” and Instagram culture
“There is something strange about the central image: the boy and the girl clearly have been abstracted from inside a cafe so they can be seen synoptically alongside the other figures, which are outside on the street. We know this because the chairs they are seated on are Thonet number 14, this the classic cafe bistro chair, the same model we see again in a sketch of Laghidze’s cafe from the same period . Zdanevitch has flattened the ecology of architecture of sociability, pouring the contents of the cafe’s interior onto the ground to make it visible alongside the other forms of public sociability that typically happen outside, all the while allowing the contrast between European and Oriental modes of sociability to come to light.”
Manning, Paul. (2013). The theory of the café central and the practice of the café peripheral: aspirational and abject infrastructures of sociability on the European periphery. Café Society. 43-65.
Inside a cafe, you are housed in an ecosystem different from the world outside its doors. All senses are immersed in the cafe’s ambiance: sight, sound, touch, taste, smell. It is no wonder people escape to cafes for time alone to write and read, or to commune in small groups. The raucous city outside the window is subdued, making space for cafe patrons to express themselves and experience life within a temporary haven.
This reminds me of sharing photos on Instagram. In the photo stream, special moments are captured and protected from the world outside the frame. It is through those shared photos that we have an opportunity to express a concentrated piece of ourselves, even if something contradictory lingers just outside the frame.
A few months ago I had a stroll downtown. I walked past a young woman decked out in fashionable streetwear, posing for a photo on the side of a building. She stood in front of an oversized metal door flashing a peace sign. She smiled, cheerfully gazing at the lens. A man crouched behind a DSLR was dutifully taking her picture.
Out of frame, just a few yards away, a homeless man crouched in front of his sleeping bag. His pants sagged low and his buttocks were in full view of any passersby, skin discolored from dirt and grime. He was within spitting distance from the young woman, yet the emotional expanse between them was much wider. The viewers of the young woman’s photo would see only the world she created within the frame.
In Zdanevitch’s “Old Tbilisi Sketches”, cafe patrons are part of a different “architecture of sociability”, even though the world outside it might be very different. I cannot help but wonder if the young woman posing for the photo was also, in real time, transported to the confines of a world that exists only within the photo frame, isolated from the periphery.
It would be interesting to see a modern day take on Zdanevitch’s “Old Tbilisi Sketches”, bringing everything from my downtown stroll into view.