The task of the photo historian is to ask how do photographs in general help us understand the past—a world we can see but cannot experience?
Atget’s empty streets create an image of Paris hovering between reality and imagination.
I’ve been writing and posting a lot of words lately, and I need a break! So here’s a post that’s just photos (because that’s what it’s all about anyway).
What is it about the nature of photographs, specifically snapshots, that imbues them with such an arresting power?
Last year, I acquired a small lot of snapshots from Paris. The seller didn’t give much specific information, just that they were Paris in the 1940s. I thought that these might have more information in them than I was initially told, and I was right, though I couldn’t have imagined what the pictures ultimately revealed!