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The
M o i r E f f e c t
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T h e M o i r E f f e c t
scenario
1 A Mysterious Package 13
2 Plate One 17
3 Swiss Air 24
4 The Moir Archive 34
5 The Masters Voice 39
6 Weissfluhjoch 46
7 Awsmbildungs 49
8 Bowels of the Goetheanum 57
9 The Upper Engadin 64
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The Palazzo Salis 70
11 An Apprenticeship in Climbing 82
12 Above the Mineshaft 87
13 Flight to Appenzell 90
14 Cat Burglar 96
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The Eiger Nordwand 102
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Plate Two 107
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The Rebar Pattern 112
18 Swiss Panorama 116
T h e M o i r E f f e ct
What a magnificent picture does nature spread
before the eye, when the sun, gilding the tops
of the Alps, scatters the sea of vapors which
undulates below. Through the receding veil the
theater of a whole world rises into view. Rocks,
valleys, lakes, mountains and forests fill the
immeasurable space, and are lost in the wide
horizon.We take in at a single glance the
confines of diverse states, nations of various
characters, languages and manners till the eyes,
overcome by such extent of vision, drop their
weary lids, and we ask of the enchanted fancy
a continuance of the scene.
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A M yst e r i ou s Pac k ag e
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In the spring of 2001, I was sent on assignment to Zurich
by Cabinet magazine to document the life of the Swiss
photographer Ernst Moir. Cabinet was planning an
issue on failure and the case of Moir seemed especially apt, since he had narrowly missed making several
significant technological contributions to the history of
photography (his lifelong goal) and was remembered
only for the blurry moird photographs his partner,
Willi Ostler, misprinted and blamed, famously, on him.
This was what prompted the almost total withdrawal
from society that characterized Moirs later life; it is
also what makes documenting the photographer so
difficult, since both he and the Swiss government contrived to doctor, remove, or generally disrupt the paper
trail that would bring Moirs life into sharp focus.
Doing the best with what was available, I published an
article in 2002 (reproduced as chapter 2), which ended
with the central, and what seemed to me then irresolvable, mysteries of Moirs life.
More than most of my scholarly articles, Moirs
story seems to have struck a chord with readers, especially Europeans: a German historian of photography
wondered why Moir had been left out of prominent
histories of the medium; a Swiss graphic designer
invited to help me inquire further about his forgotten
countryman; finally a Dutch conceptual artist even
proposed doing a documentary film on Moir. But I
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a mysterious package
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P l ate O n e
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plate one
to photography; second, that this bizarre disappearance became a source of nationalist pride (Moir was
applauded for his technological Ludditism by antimodernist elements within Swiss folk culture, just as
his supposed visual neutrality was seen, more generally, as socially exemplary); and third, that a collection
of photographsostensibly of Moir, and always with
one illegible figureis housed in Zurichs municipal
archives. Opposing this position stands counter-testimony from Moirs relatives (embarrassed, perhaps,
to have their name still associated with this famous
technological failure), which may implicate the Swiss
government itself in Moirs photographic illegibility.
It was to investigate this case of meta-failure that the
editors at Cabinet sent me to Zurich. There I would
document a documentary abyss.
Living inside the Zurich archive for two months,
I gradually pieced together the following biographical
outline. An Ernst Moir was indeed born, in 1857,
in the capital of the Swiss Confederations smallest
canton, Zug, within view of the Bernese Oberland.
Moirs primarily French ancestors made their way
from Geneva to Lucerne, where we find his father,
Pierre Wolfli Moir (a postal clerk and scientific tinkerer) playing a small role in the attacks on Jesuit
priests that precipitated Switzerlands democratic revolutions of 18471848. The subsequent inquiry into
these attacks, however, was hampered by the lack of
postmarks on the conspirators letters, for which Pierre
was held accountable. Exiled to Zug, Pierre seemed to
drop from sight: records of his later activities are scanty,
possibly because he instructed Ernst to vaporize his
correspondence.
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Meanwhile, in Zurich, Willi was forced to move forward with the book documenting the government
architecture project without Moirs invaluable technical assistance. A novice at printing, Willi misaligned
the plates and produced a sequence of blurry images,
which were immediately rejected by the stern client. In
a moment of panic, Willi suggested to the government
agent who had descended on his shop that the business
was dually owned (a fact he was successful in proving
by Ernsts faulty records), and that the responsibility
for the quality of the prints was in Moirs hands. By
the time Ernst returned to Zurich two months later,
the moir effect was all over the papers.
After 1896, Moir rarely appeared in public. In
fact, it was not until 1927 (two years before his death)
that Moir became known as a recalcitrant photographic object. This because of a handful of halftone prints
(ostensibly) of the photographer included in an exhibition at the Alpine Museum in Bern called Mind
over Matterhorn, which documented para-scientific
phenomena among the Mountaineering Swiss. Here,
Moirs whole biography gets told through a consistent
photographic absence. We see Pierre, Uncle Rudolf,
Willi, Jrg, Lili, and many other of Moirs friends and
family, flanked by an eerie near-absencea figure almost
legible, but subject to a kind of technical poltergeist. Interpreting this absence as willed, the exhibition linked
Moir to Emma Kunz and the late Rudolf Steiner, who
embodied strains of holistic and anti-scientific sentiment
within Swiss popular medicine.
Because he refused to write (and even sign his
name) after 1896, Moirs own response to the exhibition is not known. Nor did Lili comment on her hus-
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swiss air
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Swiss Air
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When anything new struck him as coming up,
or anything already noted as reappearing,
he always immediately wrote, as if for fear that
if he didnt he would miss something; and also
that he might be able to say to himself from time
to time,She knows it now, even while I worry.
Strether in Henry Jamess
The Ambassadors
swiss air
Just then, in his studio, I was trying to convey my impressions about Switzerland from the plane: the allure
of Swiss modernization, the collective project that
seemed to drive Moir. No wonder he had felt such a
strong tug. Whether or not the heroism of modern
daily life in Switzerland still needed selling, it was what
one noticed first on entering Swiss air space, quietly
woven back into ways of being and into styles of building neither flashy nor self-aggrandizing but still utterly foreign in their ability to approach the diagram: the
functional building without excess or remainder
without contingency, abuttal, proximate debris. Just
that and no more. Without, in short, what sometimes
seemed like the basic and inescapable condition of
perceptiona periphery or frame that could always
undo a buildings project if it had not already been undone by some glaring failure in its basic construction.
Recently, I admitted to Lex, I had found myself giving
in to this expectation, and even cultivating it a little.
So it was instructional, if I could still use a word like
that, to fly into a country where such perception did
not seem to exist, where one could look straight on
and not constantly drag the camera around the ironic
margins.
We have some, hey, pretty terrible buildings here,
you know! Lexs gentle grounding of my wide-eyed
navet reminded me how ridiculous I must have soun
ded. Luckily, though, the conversation swung to my
research plans. He had already gathered materials on
Moir, on Swiss photography more generally, and had
suggestions about where else to look: the first stop was
the Landesmuseum. I was off before we revisited the
topic of Swiss architecture.
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suddenly precipitate a new series of miraculous actions)
and those by him (aerial photographs he took of the
towns and cities of Switzerland). Still used today, these
detached, floating views came to typify a new kind of
visual mastery associated with the plan.
Earlier in the day, before visiting the exhibition, I
had actually bought a book of aerial photographs in a
used bookstore without consciously registering why I
was so attracted to this mode of understanding Swiss
settlements. La Suisse vue davion, probably from the
early 1960s, was a collection of oversaturated, almost
edible-looking, Technicolor views (in fact produced
by Mittelholzers company, Swiss Air): the falls of the
Rhine; the oxbow at Bremergarten; the great dam on
lake Gruyre; an audacious bridge over the Sitter River;
the switchback route at the Maloja pass; the port of
Basel; the Zurich train yards; assorted plowed or
recently harvested fields; winter landscapes in the
Thur valley; lake towns in Ticino; views of the principal Swiss cities; and, finally, a series of colonies dhabi
tation, one in the suburbs of Zurich, another at
Wattwil. It was these, paradoxically, that most struck
me. At Wattwil, identical brown houses, with peaked
roofs that extend into small garages, are organized
around a slightly squished oval road. The inner lawn
is the color of a fresh avocado interior. Darker greens,
purples, and yellows punctuate hedges, gardens. Again,
empirical reality has been herded inside the security
of the diagram. And, above all an attractive diagram:
the Swiss made suburbanization seem like a viable
project. How did they do it?
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swiss air
The paternal glow vanished and a glacial chill rearranged his features. I dont believe Ive heard of this
photographer. You say hes Swiss? I knew Moir had
been resented for some time for botching a government
commission, but this was 114 years later. So I was not
quite prepared. Yeeeaaahhh, I began slowly, waiting
for him to jump in and relieve me. But after the word
stretched to what became an embarrassing length I
was forced to continue. He worked publicly from the
1870s until the late 1890s, then went underground until the end of his life. But he was pretty well known in
his day: Alpine architecture, bridges, tunnels. A bit
like the Wehrli brothers, in fact, but even more of an
anticipation of Russian Constructivism and New Objectivity. Mr. Shaw, if that were so I would certainly
know of him. I excused myself as politely as I could
and, with his hard stare still burning a hole in my
back, walked out the courtyard of the Landesmuseum
and across the Limmat into the old section of town.
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The smell of Knorr soup wafted out onto the pedestrian street. There at Mnstergasse 26, as I had seen it
in 2001, was Moirs house, still overlooking the Markt
gasse Square, still lacking a plaque. But emphatically
there. When I climbed the stairs at the city archive in
an hour or so, I could count on his papers arriving in a
grey rectangular archive box, marked MOI on the outside in all caps, and stored against the southern wall of
the reading room. What if I simply asked Dr. Bachmann
to accompany me to the archive? Or perhaps I could
return tomorrow to the Landesmuseum with Xeroxes
of a few key documents: I knew the machine on which
I could do it, in the hallway just beyond the reading
room, where a topographic painting of the city hung,
somewhat impervious to view, since one couldnt back
up sufficiently to take it all in. The machines copies
were 30 cents and the archivist would count my change
afterwards. But perhaps I was framing the problem
incorrectly.
My article did mention the fact that the Swiss government had descended upon the photographers house,
stolen his page layouts, and moird him out of history. But in the context of my previous research this
had seemed primarily an act of revenge for ruining the
publicly funded commission. Thus it appeared as if
the responsibility for hushing up Moirs name had to
do first with Moirs own embarrassment (hence his
withdrawal from public), second with his familys re
luctance to have their name associated with a famous
technological failure, and finally, only incidentally, with
the Swiss governments reediting of images of the photographer. But the curators studied ignorance seemed
to point to a different, stranger, ultimately more active
role for the Swiss government. Was it possible that the
Swiss state sought not just to punish Moir, but in fact
to unname himto turn his proper name into a kind
of brand without an origin, an effect, not an empirical
person, and certainly not a Swiss person?
To have developed the banking system that has,
from time immemorial, laundered endless sums of
tainted money, even directly conspired in helping the
Nazis hide their war lootthese are moral problems
that can be generalized, blurred beyond the resolution
at which its easy to point fingers at specific humans.
Swiss banks process money, such a line of thinking
goes; who can control all of the social implications of
currency? So a few clients are reprehensible. With time
and distance, their features merge into the general image
of moneys circulation, slightly dirty but unavoidable.
And so this abstract cynicism launders the image of
Swiss banks too. This is naturalized blurrinessexpec
ted and ultimately relieving. But to have pioneered a
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Must I, by the way, reproach myself for being
most deeply affected by human influences
when they reach me through the vibrations
of inherited things?