Poetry in disguise: Louis Vuitton’s Fall 2019 collection comes alive in Pamuk‘s Istanbul


Poetry in disguise: Louis Vuitton’s Fall 2019 collection comes alive in Pamuk‘s Istanbul

Memories of a city

By ELLE team  December 12th, 2019

Here we come to the heart of the matter: I’ve never left Istanbul—never left the houses, streets and neighbourhoods of my childhood. Although I’ve lived in other districts from time to time, fifty years on I find myself back in the Pamuk Apartments, where my first photographs were taken and where my mother first held me in her arms to show me the world. I know this persistence owes something to my imaginary friend, and to the solace I took from the bond between us. But we live in an age defined by mass migration and creative immigrants, and so I am sometimes hard-pressed to explain why I’ve stayed not only in the same place, but the same building. My mother’s sorrowful voice comes back to me, ‘Why don’t you go outside for a while, why don’t you try a change of scene, do some travelling …?’ 

Conrad, Nabokov, Naipaul—these are writers known for having managed to migrate between languages, cultures, countries, continents, even civilisations. Their imaginations were fed by exile, a nourishment drawn not through roots but through rootlessness; mine, however, requires that I stay in the same city, on the same street, in the same house, gazing at the same view. Istanbul’s fate is my fate: I am attached to this city because it has made me who I am. 

 

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Flaubert, who visited Istanbul a hundred and two years before my birth, was struck by the variety of life in its teeming streets; in one of his letters he predicted that in a century’s time it would be the capital of the world. The reverse came true: after the Ottoman Empire collapsed, the world almost forgot that Istanbul existed. The city into which I was born was poorer, shabbier, and more isolated than it had ever been its two-thousand-year history. For me it has always been a city of ruins and of end-of-empire melancholy. I’ve spent my life either battling with this melancholy, or (like all Istanbullus) making it my own. 

An excerpt from Orhan Pamuk’s Istanbul: Memories of a City 

Photographs: R. Burman; Stylist: Malini Banerji; Hair and makeup: Deepa Verma; Model: Urvashi Umrao, Anima Creatives; Assisted by: Mariana Eva Perez (styling), Idil Hacirafoglu / Digioneplus (photography); Digital Realisation: Prashish Moore; Special thanks to Ministry Of Culture And Tourism, Republic Of Turkey; Komal Seth and Ankur Talwar.