At HomeView of Graceland: The Absence of Elvis

Photography by William Eggleston, words by Winston Eggleston

A framed portrait of Elvis Presley hangs above a mirrored table with books, a world clock, and decorative figurines.The complete Graceland portfolio, ‘Untitled, 1983-84’, consists of 11 dye transfer prints © Eggleston Artistic Trust. Courtesy Eggleston Artistic Trust and David Zwirner

William Eggleston was both an obvious and strange choice of the estate of Elvis Presley to photograph Graceland. Both men were born in the 1930s and raised in Mississippi, the border of which is mere miles from Graceland. My dad, who has played piano since he was four years old, is a great lover of classical music, particularly Bach. Yet, in truth, he wasn’t a fan of Elvis.

About five years after Elvis died, the estate contacted Dad to photograph Graceland. The commission was initially for the publication of a small book to be sold as a souvenir in the gift shop. It had pictures of the grounds, interiors and many possessions Elvis left behind. Elvis was 42 years old when he died in 1977 at his home. Graceland was a postbellum mansion built in 1939 that he purchased in 1957. Since then, the musician’s compound had become an enduring symbol of Memphis, opened to the public as a museum in June of 1982 to much fanfare. After the book was published, Dad decided to have larger prints made of some of the images. In co-operation with the estate, he then published the portfolio Graceland, which comprised 11 20”x24” dye-transfer prints.

My dad had never met Elvis, but he met several times with his widow Priscilla Presley, who agreed to let him photograph the ground floor of the house in the evenings, after it was closed to the public. She gave him an extensive tour of the property and shared her memories with him. Dad took the photographs at Graceland between 1983 and 1984. My siblings and I accompanied and assisted him on a number of occasions. At the time, Elvis’s aunt Delta actually still lived there.

Photographing this commission was tricky because my dad’s work is democratic and neutral. The irony is that the end results symbolise a particular strain of American success and tragedy.

A golden piano, three pedals, and light reflecting off the keys on to the piano's body.Untitled, 1983-84 © Eggleston Artistic Trust. Courtesy Eggleston Artistic Trust and David ZwirnerA wooden organ stands against a wall covered in colorful patterned fabric, with framed artwork hanging above.Untitled, 1983-84 © Eggleston Artistic Trust. Courtesy Eggleston Artistic Trust and David ZwirnerA vintage living room with peach-colored drapes, a striped sofa, a box television, and a decorative mirror reflecting the scene.Untitled, 1983-84 © Eggleston Artistic Trust. Courtesy Eggleston Artistic Trust and David Zwirner

“William Eggleston: The Last Dyes” is at David Zwirner New York from January 15

KAZ/KÒ

By Nathyfa Michel

A view of Nathyfa Michel’s KAZ/KÒ installation, featuring photographs of his family. A bell, hanging shell lamp, bead curtain, colourful woven rug, wicker rocking chair and wooden side table with doily and glass decor are also visibleInstallation view of KAZ/KÒ © Nathyfa Michel

In Régina, on the quiet banks of the Approuague river, French Guiana, houses disappear the same way people do: not abruptly, but through a gradual fading. The village has been hollowed out by a rural exodus towards the capital Cayenne or to mainland France, by land disputes, abandonment and plots being reclaimed for unpaid taxes. My family was among those who left early, leaving behind our home, our grandmother and part of our history.

In French Guiana, a colony turned French department in 1946, the French state still owns 90 per cent of the land. Today, the municipality of Régina conducts an extensive (though often opaque) campaign to recover vacant plots. Throughout the town, signs announce an “owner’s absence”; after a year’s notice, the land is reclaimed by the commune. Ours is one of the last houses still standing in the village centre. Although legally ours, it was slated for demolition to “make space” in a place already emptied.

My project KAZ/KÒ emerged in response to this news. Built by a grandfather I never knew, the house holds some of the missing pieces of a fragmented family history. Faced with its looming disappearance, I staged an in situ installation intended to reactivate the house’s layered memories. The installation soon became a playground to experiment with ways of reconnecting my body to the house’s invisible presences. I revisited mourning rituals, listened for forgotten memories caught in spider webs or scattered in termite nests. I sang, sweated and wept as I assembled on the wall an archival collage that functioned as both photographic shroud and record.

At the centre of the house, an altar gathers objects found on site and items left by visitors. It grows and expands continually, becoming a shared space where a constellation of memories converge as a quiet act of resistance against erasure.

Since its inception in spring 2025, KAZ/KÒ has evolved into a space for exchange. After collaborating with me on the installation, my father returned from Europe to settle back in Régina, now using the space to pass on his knowledge of craft — especially calabash engraving — and his invaluable memories of French Guiana. Even under threat of demolition, KAZ/KÒ stands strong as a site of transmission.

The installation “KAZ/KÒ” is open daily, nathyfamichel.com/galerie-kaz-ko and is part of The International Biennial of Photographic Encounters of French Guiana www.rencontresphotographiquesdeguyane.com until 26 January

Conditions of living

By Anthony Luvera

A black-and-white bird’s eye view of The Relay Building and surrounding structures in Aldgate, London, with a diagram and inset photos of two entrances‘Like a blade of light, its glass fin protruding dramatically’, The Relay Building, Aldgate, London © Anthony Luvera

“Conditions of living” examines the rise of economic segregation in housing developments, a phenomenon commonly referred to as “poor doors”. Created in collaboration with a community forum of residents in Tower Hamlets, east London, this socially engaged project draws on extensive research into the social, political and economic evolution of market-driven “affordable” housing and the state of social housing today.

Brought together from almost 1,000 households in eight developments, participants in the Conditions of Living Community Forum have a range of housing tenure backgrounds, from social and affordable rental accommodation to shared and sole ownership. Through photography, sound recordings and facilitated discussions, we explored how economic segregation operates in daily life, and how restrictions extend beyond separate entrances to influence access to amenities, resources and public space. Workshops and individual meetings invited participants to consider why segregated entrances exist and how architecture and planning shape access to essential social rights, including healthcare, education, culture, transport and environment.

Handwritten texts by Conditions of Living Community Forum participantsHandwritten texts by Conditions of Living Community Forum participants © Anthony LuveraHandwritten texts by Conditions of Living Community Forum participants© Anthony LuveraHandwritten texts by Conditions of Living Community Forum participants© Anthony LuveraHandwritten texts by Conditions of Living Community Forum participants© Anthony Luvera

Segregation in housing developments can manifest in many ways: physically separate entrances; floors reserved for non-market-rate units; isolated lifts or internal sections; entire blocks designated for specific tenures; and restricted communal facilities. Local authorities continue to permit developers to embed such divisions into new schemes. Despite public criticism, London remains one of the few major global cities yet to ban “poor doors”.

Billboard installation of ‘Housing For People or Profit?’, on Roman Road, Bethnal Green, LondonBillboard installation of ‘Housing For People or Profit?’, Roman Road, Bethnal Green, London © Anthony Luvera

The built environment plays a powerful role in determining the ways people live together. Architecture and planning can be used to enforce social inequalities through the privileging of market forces, resulting in discrimination and segregation. “Conditions of Living” brings together research and the experiences of those living in the buildings to construct an image of this much discussed, yet often invisible phenomenon. The project invites us to reflect on these convoluted systems and contemplate alternative possibilities for housing conditions, communal living and collective action.

“Conditions of Living” by Anthony Luvera is published by Dulwich Road Studio Press

War Rooms

By Christopher Nunn

Debris covers a bed in a damaged room with a broken window, tilted paintings, and a dislodged television© Christopher Nunn

These photographs were taken around the Kharkiv region of Ukraine immediately before and after the 2022 eastern counteroffensive that liberated thousands of square kilometres from Russian occupation.

Around this time I was working on the documentary film Intercepted, and the crew and I were staying in Kharkiv city, which was being frequently attacked. We encountered these spaces while filming around the city, as well as in smaller towns and villages in the region. Sometimes the people who lived there showed us inside, but most of the time these houses had simply been left abandoned.

The photographs were taken quickly from an open doorway without disturbing the scene. In many cases the buildings weren’t structurally safe, and in some of the towns that had recently been liberated the houses hadn’t been properly checked for explosives or mines left by Russian forces.

A small kitchen with broken glass, scattered food and debris covering the floor and furniture© Christopher NunnA kitchen with broken windows, shattered glass on the floor, and a torn curtain. The countertops are cluttered with scattered dishes and food containers© Christopher Nunn

These domestic spaces have been transformed by conflict, whether by damage from missile strikes, ground combat, looting, military occupation or by the residents themselves surviving invasion. Within them we see remnants of past lives and traces of human behaviour, fragments of possible narratives among the chaos of Ukraine’s deadly new reality.

Further east, in the Donbas region, the scale of destruction is worse than anywhere else.

I’ve spent a lot of time here over the past decade, and have fond memories of countless birthdays, holidays and gatherings of family and friends around dining tables in rooms just like these. Almost all these towns are now destroyed, occupied or at the very edge of the ever-advancing frontline.

The idea of home is a frequent topic of discussion. Where is home and what does it mean when your house, street and city no longer exist?

From HomeResident aliens

By Guanyu Xu

Interior view showing an installation of photographs arranged across walls, windows and furniture‘RK-08282018-01142022’, 2022 © Guanyu Xu

What constitutes a home for immigrants, and how can photography counter the precarity produced by political systems?

Resident Aliens presents physical photographic installations within immigrants’ interior spaces to examine their personal histories. By photographing layered arrangements of domestic environments, belongings, personal archives and images made by my collaborators across the world, the project blurs the boundaries between familiar and foreign, public and private, belonging and alienation. The work felt particularly urgent to make, set amid the global rise of neo-nationalism.

Since 2020, I have collaborated with more than 40 individuals living in Chicago, East Lansing, New York, Hong Kong, Beijing, Nanjing and Shanghai. Participants come from a wide range of countries and regions, including Brazil, China, Colombia, Egypt, Germany, India, Israel, Malaysia, South Africa, South Korea, Sweden and the United States. The project seeks to create diverse representations of immigrant legal statuses and living conditions, and I continue to expand its geographic scope to include additional perspectives.

Photograph of a room split into red and neutral sections, with images attached to walls, curtains and floorsAK-08102008- 05032021’, 2021 © Guanyu XuInterior scene showing doors and walls layered with images, revealing a bathroom and sleeping area beyondJY-01202013-07252021, 2021 © Guanyu Xu

Collaboration is central to the project, functioning as both a social and artistic practice. Through sustained conversation, I work with participants to represent their layered identities. Entering their domestic spaces as an outsider, I transform these often temporary environments into site-responsive installations, which are then preserved through photography.

Bringing together ideas about the temporality of photography, of immigration status, and of identity, the project emphasises the contradiction inherent in representation, both photographic and legal. The result is situated somewhere between photography, installation and performance.

I want to ask: in this interconnected world, how do we redefine citizenship and the legality of a person?

A reasonable degree of likelihood

By Tudor Rhys Etchells

View through stone columns showing people walking past a building entranceUntitled, Grand Hotel Scarborough, England, 2022 © Tudor Rhys EtchellsA row of slot machines with stools is cordoned off by a red rope barrier in an arcade.With immediate effect we are no longer undertaking Legal Aid Agency funded work, Scarborough, England 2022 © Tudor Rhys Etchells

Immigration law decides who can settle in the UK and call it home. It is one of the most complicated areas of legal practice. I worked in the system for eight years as a lawyer for asylum seekers and other vulnerable migrants. For the final three, I attempted to document a bureaucracy that remains hidden to most. In my role, I had to mediate my client’s reality by questioning their traumatic experiences in order to construct a narrative to present to the Home Office. I became concerned with my own position as a legal representative, which led me also to question who can be photographed by whom and the power dynamics of those interactions.

To me, the photograph and the law are both frameworks for negotiating evidence, belief and knowledge. I was, and remain, frustrated by the sensationalist imagery used to represent those fleeing persecution both in news stories and by documentary and fine art photographers. By turning the camera to the brutal mundanity of the legal structures that determine their lives, I encourage the viewer to question the law itself.

Close-up of handwritten notes and printed forms arranged on yellow paper‘Offshoring as Reality’, 2022 © Tudor Rhys EtchellsInterior scene showing a man partly through a door, holding a chair and a cable‘The Third Policeman’, 2023  © Tudor Rhys Etchells

Backlogs meant that my clients were stuck in limbo, often hundreds of miles away from me and other legal representatives, in remote coastal towns of England and Wales. This temporary accommodation, as well as my own office, was where the absurdity of unending administrative demands played out.

The photographs themselves became spaces of dark humour, a coping mechanism for those entwined in the system. I adopted a visual language designed to mock the attempts of documentary photography to represent truth. By putting myself in front of the camera, I acted out the contradictions of performing for the system, against the system and as the system. By breaking the fourth wall, I wanted to subvert photographic and legal portrayals of truth. In refugee law, you must prove that there is a “reasonable degree of likelihood” of harm upon being returned home. In the photograph, there is no burden of proof.

Man standing beside a printer holding sheets of paper in a domestic interior‘Self- Portrait as Young Legal Aid Lawyer’, 2022 © Tudor Rhys EtchellsEmpty hall with small round tables and gold-coloured chairs arranged on carpeted flooringUntitled, Grand Hotel, Scarborough, 2022  © Tudor Rhys EtchellsDiscarded fruit

By Kalpesh Lathigra

Photograph of two people standing on a rooftop behind fencing, viewed over a high wall© Kalpesh Lathigra

At first the camp appears as colours against the dust. Then, lifting my gaze, I see plastic, orange tarpaulin, clothing bleached by the sun. These are hues that suggest people have already stayed too long.

It is 2013, and I am on commission for UNHCR, the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees, documenting their work at the world’s largest refugee camp, Za’atari in Jordan, where Syrians have been seeking refuge since 2011 when the Syrian conflict began. What was meant to be temporary has become something else. Not quite permanent, but closer to that than temporary. The site now has paths that feel more like roads. A street is jokingly called the Champs-Élysées.

The title of the series “Discarded Fruit” refers to one image from the refugee camp which shows fruit that is overripe, bruised, on the turn — not waste quite yet, but something removed from circulation. People in Za’atari exist in a similar condition: not destroyed, or erased, but paused, held at the edge of usefulness by a world uncertain what to do with them next.

A temporary shelter constructed from metal and tarpaulins stands in a barren, rocky area, surrounded by other tents and structures.© Kalpesh Lathigra

I am taken back to my own family’s history. Nim, my wife, is a refugee, as are all her family. That word “refugee” stings. It has been stretched, appropriated, dulled. I now speak instead of people seeking refuge. Nim and her family were displaced from Uganda by Big Dada, Idi Amin, in 1972, when the dictator expelled Uganda’s Asian population. We regularly pore over what photographs remain in Nim’s family albums. This is where the memories of the displaced live.

In Za’atari an economy grows. On the main boulevard, hair is cut and meat is sold. Phones are repaired and weddings take place. Commerce does not signal recovery, it signals refusal. People insist on living even as the future remains abstract, indefinitely deferred. I am mesmerised by the people here.

I eat Syrian lunches and drink sweet tea, trying to cross my legs on the floors of their homes. They are my uncles and aunties, my brothers and sisters. That is my experience. Their traditions are mine; we are the same and this could have been me, it was Nim.

Close-up of a temporary structure covered in yellow and orange tarpaulin© Kalpesh LathigraClose-up view of dark, rippling sea water under overcast light© Kalpesh Lathigra

“The Lives We Dream in Passing” is at NCPA, Mumbai, India from February 12

Homesick

By Hrair Sarkissian

A model of a multi-story apartment building with balconies and draped curtains.‘Homesick’, 2014, two-channel video installation

I made “Homesick” in 2013-14, at a time the war in Syria was escalating. My parents were refusing to leave Damascus. They were still living in the apartment I had grown up in, and where I had lived until I left Syria in 2008. Obviously most importantly it was the place that housed and sheltered my parents (my father has since passed away, but my mother is still living there today). In addition it was, and still is, the place where I feel I belong, a container for my memories and a place for my family’s collective identity. At the time, I was constantly in fear of what could happen: to my parents, to my history, to my country. The pre-emptive destruction of the house became a vessel for that fear. I recreated an architecturally exact scaled concrete model of the apartment building, a little over 2m high, and documented myself destroying it with a sledgehammer. It took me seven hours. The resulting video is built up of photographs taken after each hit. You don’t see me, so all that is visible is the building slowly imploding, accompanied by the sound of my hits.

Like in much of my work, this project is not just about the space, but about the emotions and histories invested there. While my work often deals with traumatic events that happened before in a place but are now invisible, this project addresses the very real possibility of a loss before the event. I channelled all my rage, my fears and my feelings of hopelessness enacting a worst-case scenario in order to gain some control over the situation. Looking back, a little over a decade later, a lot has changed, but the work is still as relevant as ever. The fear of what could happen to our homes, to our existence, is still an ongoing nightmare for many.

A model of a damaged apartment building with the upper floors partially collapsed and debris scattered around it‘Homesick’, 2014, two-channel video installation © Hrair SarkissianA model of a multi-story apartment building partially collapsed, with rubble and debris scattered around and on top of the structure© Hrair SarkissianA pile of concrete rubble and debris arranged in the center of an empty, gray-walled room, resembling the remains of a collapsed building‘Homesick’, 2014, two-channel video installation © Hrair SarkissianA pile of concrete rubble and debris sits in the centre of an otherwise empty, plain-walled room© Hrair SarkissianA still from ‘Homesick’, showing Hrair Sarkissian wielding a sledgehammer‘Homesick’, 2014, two-channel video installation © Hrair SarkissianA still from ‘Homesick’, showing Hrair Sarkissian wielding a sledgehammer© Hrair Sarkissian

Stolen Past by Hrair Sarkissian is at Ibraaz, London from March 25 ibraaz.org

Rethinking HomeKitchen table series

By Carrie Mae Weems

A woman leans on a table beneath a hanging lamp, looking directly at the camera‘Untitled (Woman Standing Alone)’ © Carrie Mae Weems. Courtesy of the artist and Gladstone, New York, Fraenkel Gallery, San Francisco, and Galerie Barbara Thumm, BerlinA seated woman holding playing cards and a cigarette looks down at a glass of wine and cards laid out on a table before her, illuminated by a hanging lamp. Two empty chairs flank the table, and a hanging birdcage and a painting of flowers can be seen behind her‘Untitled (Woman Playing Solitaire)’ © Carrie Mae Weems. Courtesy of the artist and Gladstone, New York, Fraenkel Gallery, San Francisco, and Galerie Barbara Thumm, Berlin

For this 1990 series, Carrie Mae Weems staged and photographed a fictional drama in which she plays the lead. The setting is always the same: a small room with a table and a single overhead light. Other cast members play lovers, friends and daughters.

From this modest set-up, the artist creates an entire world. The kitchen, traditionally considered a female space, has rarely been pictured as a site of importance. Weems turns this idea on its head. She suggests the kitchen table is the stage where life’s biggest moments play out, and where the full range of human emotions is expressed.

A woman and a child sit at a table, each gazing into a mirror while applying lipstick‘Untitled (Woman and Daughter with Make-Up)’ © Carrie Mae Weems. Courtesy of the artist and Gladstone, New York, Fraenkel Gallery, San Francisco, and Galerie Barbara Thumm, BerlinA woman sits smoking with her eyes closed while another woman stands behind her, brushing her hair. An ashtray, packs of cigarettes and dark-cloured drinks in glasses are on the table ‘Untitled (Woman Brushing Hair)’ © Carrie Mae Weems. Courtesy of the artist and Gladstone, New York, Fraenkel Gallery, San Francisco, and Galerie Barbara Thumm, Berlin

The series compellingly examines women’s lives. It boldly asserts, in particular, Black womanhood’s complexity, strength and beauty. Reflecting on it in an interview in 2017, Weems said: “I think the images are more current now than ever before, and I’m still very much aware of the ways in which women are discounted. They’re undervalued within the world generally, and within the art world in particular. I think it’s one of the reasons that the series still proves to be so valuable, or invaluable, to so many women, and not just Black women, but white women and Asian women; and not just women, but men as well, have really come to me about the importance of this work in their lives. I find it remarkable.”

Carrie Mae Weems presents “Contested Sites of Memory” at the Lincoln Center, New York, on January 29-30. “Carrie Mae Weems: Something Grander Still” will be at AGBS at the University of Texas at Austin from Jan 30-May 29. “The Heart of the Matter” is at FOMU Antwerp from March 20-Aug 23 before travelling to C/O Berlin from September 12

Three women sit pensively at a kitchen table. One woman is smoking. An ashtray, pack of cigarettes, knife and drinks are on the table‘Untitled (Girlfriends Triptych 2)’ © Carrie Mae Weems. Courtesy of the artist and Gladstone, New York, Fraenkel Gallery, San Francisco, and Galerie Barbara Thumm, BerlinA man sits at a table reading a newspaper while a woman stands behind him. The two are locked in an embrace‘Untitled (Man Reading Newspaper Triptych 3)’ © Carrie Mae Weems. Courtesy of the artist and Gladstone, New York, Fraenkel Gallery, San Francisco, and Galerie Barbara Thumm, BerlinOne bed, two blankets, eighty-five rules

By Sabine Hess and Nicolas Polli

Two snails touch as they are held between a person’s fingers© Sabine Hess and Nicolas Polli

We — Nicolas and Sabine — met each other in 2021 in Valle Verzasca at a photography festival in the south of Switzerland. We shared conversations, shy smiles, cheap beers, and what would later become the first of a long list of kisses. Coming from two different regions of Switzerland and living in two different countries, this place offered us a platform for exchange and togetherness.

The day after, with a slight hangover, we drove home together — and never really left each other’s side again. Although we continued to live in different places, we managed to preserve the initial connection found there.

Black-and-white image of two barefoot people in light-coloured clothing leaning into each other, their bodies intertwined in a balancing pose© Sabine Hess and Nicolas PolliClose-up of two goats, one brown and one white, standing together in a grassy setting © Sabine Hess and Nicolas Polli

Two years later, in 2023, we decided to move in together — or at least to give it a try. This marked the beginning of our first collaborative photography project, One Bed, Two Blankets, Seventy-Six Rules. Starting with an artistic residency, we took time to test our compatibility in living together. In a humorous and experimental way, we played with the norms and expectations surrounding our perception of a “relationship”. This approach allowed us to create a playful yet vulnerable body of work, in which we confront both the joys and the struggles of learning how to share a space with each other.

Two pairs of feet stand on tiptoe on a concrete block© Sabine Hess and Nicolas PolliBlack-and-white image of two people assembling a cardboard model house, their hands adjusting the roof and sides as it sits on concrete blocks© Sabine Hess and Nicolas Polli

The photographs are accompanied by a set of rules on how to live together more harmoniously. By bringing together these two elements — photography and text — we created a book. After the initial residency, we continued to work on the project, adapting it over time as our relationship evolved in the following years. The most recent edition, exhibited at Peckham 24 last year, was titled One Bed, Two Blankets, Eighty-Five Rules.

“One Bed, Two Blankets, Eighty-Five Rules” is published by Ciao Press

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