« Among the subjects that he has photographed, there is one that is very dear to Ernst Haas, New York City. For nearly 40 years, he has taken pictures of a city that as a child in Austria he could only dream about. With the help of his friends at Magnum, Henri Cartier-Bresson and Robert Capa, he definitively relocated to New York in 1951.
For his first black and white photographic series, he focused on the complex architecture and abstract lines of the city landscape. However it was the city’s incessant movement and lively colors that inspired his next color series on Kodachrome film.
His first color works were so overwhelming and revolutionary for the time period that in 1953 Life Magazine ran a 24 page spread in two consecutive issues. The original title was “Pictures of a Magic City”.
from La Lettre
Antique nude, Volubilis ruins in Morocco,1936 by Pierre Boucher
from piasa
Unknown atelier, Belgrade, 1939-40
from the collection of Miloš Jurišić
one of my favourites from Biti lepa / Being beautiful
Photography and self-presentation:the image of woman in Serbia [1918-1940] fantastic exhibition, opened yesterday at Historical Museum of Serbia
[more from the catalogue coming soon;]
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An illustration from Jules Verne’s novel “Around the Moon” drawn by Émile-Antoine Bayard and Alphonse de Neuville,engraving by Henri Hildibrand,1872
[lomo lc-a] by marc
Cover of Henri Miller’s The Cosmological Eye c.1939
from NYPL
Gulls and Clouds, By the Wind,1941 by Anne Brigman
from George Eastman House
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Rabindranath Tagore
Ada Lake, Belgrade
shot with Lomo Smena 8M
Untitled,2010 by Alison Scarpulla
Still from long anticipated Tilva Roš [blog,imdb]
[still not available in the movie theaters]
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My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold —
Some vault that oft hath flung its black
And wingèd panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o’er the crested palls,
Of her grand family funerals —
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone —
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne’er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.
photo by me, 2007 [Novo Groblje,Beograd]
summerscaping with ladies with cameras:Toni Frissell’s fashion photography:
On the Prow, July 1, 1940, Vogue.
[also]
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