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Vivian Maier
Uncredited Photographer Pablo Picasso and Marc Chagall, Vallauris, France 1948
“When Matisse dies, Chagall will be the only painter left who understands what color really is. I’m not crazy about his roosters and asses and flying violinists, and all the folklore, but his canvases are really painted, not just thrown together. Some of the last things he’s done in Vence convince me that there’s never been anybody since Renoir who has the feeling for light that Chagall has.” Pablo Picasso, to Françoise Gilot.
"What a genius, that Picasso. It's a pity he doesn't paint." Marc Chagall, to Françoise Gilot.
The man on the bicycle, Naples
Piergiorgio Branzi, 1953
Luis Baylon. Sunbeam, 1995.
Robert Frank, London, 1950s
Untitled, Photo by Frantisek Dostal
Inge Morath. New York City. Forty-eighth Street window washers. 1958
Inge Morath. New York City. Forty-eighth Street window washers. 1958
Jumy-M Chinese Gardens / 庭園の美学
Elliott Erwitt Photographer Robert and Mary Frank Dancing, Valencia, Spain 1952
Elliott Erwitt - 1928-2023 - Ave atque Vale
Vienna, Strudelhofstiege
Inge Morath, 1980
New York
Vivian Maier, 1954
Olá. Gostaria de saber se hoje em dia você se tornou “compatível com as convenções”?
Não acho que muita coisa mudou. Continuo sendo um homem amargo e triste. Na maior parte do tempo estou ensimesmado, isolado, recluso... Não tenho nenhum apetecer pelas redes sociais, de modo geral, e pra ser sincero em alguns dias me vejo como um fantasma espreitando os corredores de minha casa. E olhando assim, tudo isso me soa um tanto piegas, até mesmo dramático... Mas o que eu posso fazer com a realidade? Eu não sei se sou compatível com alguma coisa. Talvez com os remédios que preciso tomar. Com as sessões de terapia que não me levaram a lugar algum... Ou quem sabe com a rotina que todos os dias falho miseravelmente em cumprir. Perdoe-me se não consegui responder a sua pergunta de maneira concisa. Eu dei o máximo de mim. Como você está?
Roman Vishniac. Sunlight streaming into a railway station. Berlin. 1920′s
Robert Blomfield. Edinburgh 1956-69