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Vanderbilt University, Nashville © Doug Kim
André Kertész | The Blind Violinist, Abony, Hungary, 1921
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André Kertész | The Blind Violinist, Abony, Hungary, 1921
The blind musician. Look at the expression on his face. It was absolutely fantastic. If he had been born in Berlin, London or Paris, he might have become a first-rate musician.
-André Kertész, Kertész on Kertész
West Village | Corner Bistro
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Leica M6 TTL, 50mm Noctilux, Agfa APX 400.
Corner Bistro, West Village © Doug Kim
Sebastião Salgado | Churchgate Station
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I work only in 35mm format. I have a small bag so I can carry all my films with me for one or two months. That means I am completely independent and free.
-Sebastião Salgado
Click for larger image.
Church Gate Station, Bombay, Inida 1995 © Sebastião Salgado
Union Square | Buskers
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Nikon D300, 35-70mm Nikkor, SB-800 Speedlight.
Buskers, Union Square © Doug Kim
Union Square | Free Cocaine
posted by doug on 2010.03.06, under New York City
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I was standing outside Steak Frites on 16th Street, smoking a cigarette, waiting for my friend to come out when a well-dressed gentleman exited the restaurant and asked me if I wanted to take some coke off his hands. Sure. Why not? Those days were long over for me but free is free. Coke is just the rich man’s coffee but I have rich friends that wouldn’t have minded a gift bag. He said that he had too much and that he and his wife were fighting. He palm passed it to me and on cue, his wife appeared and gave me the stink eye.
Free drugs on the street. What kind of town is this? But no worries. On the way to meeting my friends in the LES on Friday night, I actually lost the little glassine bag and my Klipsch ear bud headphones somewhere on Houston near the F train.
What a moron.
Free cocaine. Someone got a gift on Houston St. last night
Henri Cartier-Bresson | Germany, Part One
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Above all, I craved to seize the whole essence, in the confines of one single photograph, of some situation that was in the process of unrolling itself before my eyes.
-Henri Cartier-Bresson
HAMBURG, West Germany—Around the neck of a young man hangs a sign that reads, "I am looking for any kind of work," December 1952-January 1953. © Henri Cartier-Bresson / Magnum Photos
DESSAU, Germany—A transit camp, located between the American and Soviet zones, was organized for refugees, political prisoners, POWs, forced laborers, and displaced persons returning from the Eastern front of Germany after having been liberated by the Soviet army. A Belgian woman and former Gestapo informer, being identified as she tried to hide in the crowd, April 1945. © Henri Cartier-Bresson / Magnum Photos
MUNICH, West Germany—Oktoberfest, 1961. © Henri Cartier-Bresson / Magnum Photos
MUNICH, West Germany—Oktoberfest, 1961. © Henri Cartier-Bresson / Magnum Photos
MUNICH, West Germany—Oktoberfest, 1961. © Henri Cartier-Bresson / Magnum Photos
MUNICH, West Germany—Oktoberfest, 1961. © Henri Cartier-Bresson / Magnum Photos
HAMBURG, West Germany—December 1952-January 1953. © Henri Cartier-Bresson / Magnum Photos
Los Angeles | Culver City
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The intersection of Sepulveda and Washington Boulevards in Culver City fifty years ago. I’ve driven through this intersection a thousand times. It could use a rocket ship and a big ass donut again.
LOS ANGELES—The corner of Sepulveda and Washington Boulevards in Culver City, 1960. © Dennis Stock / Magnum Photos
André Kertész | Landing Pigeon, New York, 1960
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André Kertész | Landing Pigeon, New York, 1960
This was taken around 59th Street where they had demolished the houses, and I saw a pigeon flying in and out. The original idea for this photograph dates back to my days in Paris, where I also saw some old run-down houses and wanted to photograph them with a pigeon. But the pigeon never came. Here in New York I sat and waited. Time and time again I went back to the same place, but it was never right. Then one day I saw the lonely pigeon. I took maybe two or three pictures. The moment was here. I had waited maybe thirty years for that instant.
-André Kertész, Kertész on Kertész
