So 2021 is turning out to be a bigger mess than 2020. The events of Wednesday are still shocking me and I worry that our country is so traumatized from Trump’s Presidency that people are willing to shrug off his attempt to subvert democracy.
I took break from the doom scrolling and rage tweeting last night to watch The Man Who Shot New York. It’s a documentary on the life and work of Harold Feinstein. (He’s a photographer, not a serial killer. I can understand if you might be confused given my love of true crime.) I had never heard of him and was shocked to learn that he was slated to have several photographs in The Family of Man exhibition, but pulled out of it because he didn’t want to give up his creative control. Can you imagine?! I mean, if someone like Edward Steichen wanted to put some of my photographs (or even one!) in an exhibition, I think I’d hand them over without a second thought.
You can see some of his work here. I especially love The Hurricane from 1946. What a beautiful long exposure.