A good few of the Modernist masters seem to have turned their hand to the polaroid at one point or other.
Andre Kertesz nearly always seems to have had a genuine affection for what he photographed, which I think is one of the things which separates him from so many other photographers.
The Stephen Daiter Gallery in Chicago currently has an exhibition of Kertesz's delightful pictures:
André Kertész: Elizabeth and Me
"Taken in Kertész's apartment just north of New York's Washington Square, many of these photographs were shot either from his window or in the windowsill. We see a fertile mind at work, combining personal objects into striking still lifes set against cityscape backgrounds, reflected and transformed in glass surfaces. These photographs are a testament to the genious of the photographer's eye as manifested in the simple Polaroid."
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"Andre Kertesz nearly always seems to have had a genuine affection for what he photographed ..."
You couldn't have put this any more perfectly, Tim.
And, oh, how that last polaroid illustrates the point.
It's just beautiful, and ever so tender.
Didn't see it mentioned here, but a wonderful little book of Kertesz's polaroids has just been released. I posted a review of it on Amazon the otehr day:
http://www.amazon.com/Andre-Kertesz-Polaroids/dp/0393065642/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1196434763&sr=8-2
Kudos on a great Blog, by the way. I'm making it a regular stop in the morning.
It was a great show; I was so happy to have seen it. They also had a nice little collection of Black and White Kertesz prints in the back room.
None for sale, though. I forgot to as who owned the collection.
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