San Yu--Paris 11 1960

Here we have a photo by Robert Frank, who captured ‘San Yu—Paris 11’ with his camera at some point in his time. It is a strip of negatives, a window into the artist’s process and the way he sees. The texture of the image is gritty, raw, and full of contrast. Each frame offers a fragmented view, like a memory half-formed. The images are black and white and this adds to the feeling of something being old and nostalgic, yet immediate and present. There’s a certain roughness and imperfection in the way the frames are laid out. It’s a very personal and subjective take on the world. The strip includes fragments of Paris in Frank's vision. Street scenes, interiors, maybe a portrait. I get a sense of isolation, and the beauty he found in the everyday. Reminds me a little of Walker Evans, or even Garry Winogrand, with that knack for grabbing the pulse of a place. Ultimately, it's not about perfectly composed shots. It's about emotion and storytelling, and what is photography if not that?