Concert story for "New York Times" 2 1965

Robert Frank made this contact sheet of film strips at an unknown date, likely using a darkroom. The stark monochrome palette—those shades of grey—and the physical strips create a rhythm, a staccato beat almost like the music he was documenting. There’s a grainy texture throughout. It’s not about pristine clarity; it’s about capturing something raw and real. Look at the strip in the middle, those blurry faces, the backs of heads, a moment of shared experience. The sprocket holes running along the edges feel like a code, framing and punctuating the memories. Frank reminds me of Garry Winogrand, both just grabbing life as it happens, no posing, no BS. This piece isn’t about perfection; it’s about a feeling, an energy.