In Lost Book Found (1996), Jem Cohen’s documentary style of filming – like the street photography exemplified by Garry Winogrand and Joel Meyerowitz – features snatches of people and the street-life of New York. Filmed on Super 8 and 16mm over a five year period, these unmediated, chance encounters and random incidents in public spaces convey a realistic view of the city.
The narration, voiced by Cohen’s brother in a reflexive tone, devoid of emotion, recounts his experience as a sidewalk ‘pushcart’ peanut vendor and his attempts to decipher a mysterious book that unlocks the ‘secrets of the city’.
I have been at several screening with Cohen in attendance. At Aurora in Norwich I had a conversation with him, and mentioned how he’d been filming a lot with the camera held at waist level, allowing more ‘candid’ filming than might have happened with the camera raised to his eye. His face was a picture, fleetingly looking like he’d tasted sick in his mouth. In more formal Q&As he wouldn’t reveal whether the ‘lost book’ really existed. The film, like the man, needs its mythology.