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Casablanca is one of the most iconic films of all time  starring Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman and Paul Henreid. The film is such a part of my psyche that I am not sure if I remember it, or have the famous bits stored in some archetypal spot in my brain populated by pop culture stories and other’s memories.

Last Friday, my boyfriend and I traveled to The Rubin Museum of Art in order to view a screening of the 70th Anniversary Edition of Casablanca introduced by the artists Samuel Cucher of Aziz + Cucher:

Anthony Aziz and Sammy Cucher have been collaborating on and exhibiting digital photography, sculpture, video and architectural installation works since 1991. They live and work in New York City. Considered pioneers in the field of digital imaging, Aziz + Cucher have exhibited their work in major museums and institutions both in the US and abroad. They are both members of the Faculty at Parsons The New School for Design, New York.

Aziz+Cucher’s artform lies somewhere between the confusion of imagery that is based in memory, illusion, and the documentation of reality. Most of their work has been doctored in some way using digital editing software. On their website they refer to the ideas of “fabrication” versus “documentary”:

“If you look at an object and you look at a photograph of the object, you’re looking at a translation, and it is this area of translation or transformation that we are after. …It is the fact that these images are an illusion that is reinforced by the conventions of photographic realism that interests us. Photography has this veracity to it; the sense of documentation of a reality yet the reality we present is utterly an illusion.”

I believe the artists were the perfect keynotes to introduce Casablanca. The movie itself is contextually  set in a coastal town in Morocco, however, in reality, the entire picture was shot in the studio, except for the sequence showing Major Strasser’s arrival, which was filmed at Van Nuys Airport, and a few short clips of stock footage views of Paris. The cinema, again gives us the illusion that is reinforced by stereotypes such as the few hat, the islamic mosaic patterns, colored tea glasses, embellished pillows, sand, moroccan lanterns, and the general architecture in the scenes.

In a way, however, Casablanca is very real. The film was shot during 1942, in the midst of World War II and would have had an initial run without much fanfare if not rushed into release to take advantage of the publicity from the Allied invasion of North Africa a few weeks earlier. In a true case of life imitating art, the film continued its success by going into general release on January 23, 1943, to take advantage of the Casablanca Conference, a high-level meeting between Winston Churchill and  Franklin Delano Roosevelt in the city. Clearly the theme of the film greatly resonated with the wartime audience – faced with the real life decisions of sacrificing for love. One seminal moment that almost seems like a documentary in its realness and emotional impact is referred to as the  “duel of the anthems” sequence.  Witnesses say they  saw many of the actors crying and “realized that they were all real refugees. The credits are all attributed to the large proportion of European exiles and refugees among the extras and in the minor roles. Many of the actual actors were German, Jewish singers and actors who were forced to leave their homeland. When the German National Anthem is sung by men dressed as Nazis in the film, the illusion quickly became that of a reality and many of the actors began shedding real tears.

If Casablanca is able to wholly convince the viewer of its authenticity using strategically placed props, why not use likeminded decorating tactics in your own house?

(La Mamounia - Marrakech, Morocco)

(Elle Decor, Debi Treloar Photograph, First Home Tumblr)

Morroco in Your Home Options:

Gather the Usual Decorating Suspect!

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Keren Veisblatt Toledano is a User Experience Designer at Berya LLC. In her spare time she can be found soaking in Epsom salts, admiring copper pots, reading dystopian science fiction or sneaking a slice of lemon into her drinks. Her motto is, “A morning without coffee is sleep.” She lives in Philly with her cat, Cagney, partner, Michael, and son, Josiah.