Friday, October 23, at one in the afternoon, I drew my square and started looking around Minneapolis. Then family trouble started. I had to step away from the event to deal with it. By the time I came back, I couldn’t pick up the camera. It was raining. The sky was gray. Those things didn’t...
Some of Garry Winogrand’s photographs look as though the people in them are trying to pull the frame apart. Bodies turn in different directions. Faces register separate conversations. Something happens near the edge while you’re still trying to understand the people in front. He could hold all of that inside one photograph without making everyone...