
Yesterday I went to the
Metropolitan Museum of Art to check out an amazing new exhibition displaying photographer/filmaker
Robert Frank's famous 1958 book
The Americans. Frank counted
Walker Evans,
Allen Ginsberg, and
Jack Kerouac amongst his friends, so I expected big things from his black and white snapshots. I was not disappointed. The Swiss born photographer's ability to move in and out of every stratus of society was unmatched. In 1955 he traveled across the country by car, visiting every nook and cranny of American society. From bikers and nomads, to politicians and bankers, Frank captured thousands of faces along the way. When looking at all of his images side by side, what struck me the most was the power he was able to evoke by capturing a split second in time. Whether it's a look of desperation, or one of rebellion,
The Americans is the quintessential accompaniment for anyone who relishes in the
Beat Generation, and their unique view of the world.
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