Leon Lewandowski - Part 2
Another wonderful find. A very good friend of mine recently sold me a large collection of photographs, proof sheets and negatives. The photographers name is Leon Lewandowski. He was a student at the Institute of Design here in Chicago. The fun part is, he studied under famed photographers Harry Callahan and Aaron Siskind. Leon attend the Institute from 1951 to 1955. He graduated with a Masters in Photography in 1955. In the 1950s there were only 14 other students to do so.
Mr. Lewandowski was one hell of a photographer. Many of his shots are from the streets of Chicago in the 1950s. You can see the influences of Callahan and Siskind in his work. The photos posted today are scanned from some of the proof sheets so I apologize for the quality of the images.
It's hot. You're wearing jeans.
What to do?
Make yourself a pair of jorts.
Feel the freedom baby.
The last six slides are from a street photographer named Vivian Maier. I don't know much about her. From the images, I can tell she mostly shot in New York and Chicago 1950s and 60s. I bought a ton of her stuff at a small auction.
Part of what I got are 1200 rolls of her undeveloped film. They sit in boxes next to my desk.
Everyday, I look at those boxes and wonder what kind of goodies are inside....
Small moments of happiness change your life. It's hard to avoid who you are and where you've been. You move from home to the big city. The metal beams of then el tracks are always screaming. You're in a crowd of people who are fighting you for food. Your dreams become shorter as moments are filled with the work of survival. There are times you come back home. A holiday, a wake, or sometimes a point of desperation or perhaps love. Going there to remember a place, a moment... that fleeting afternoon of wonder. Standing in the grass with your shoes at your side. The exact spot of discovery is your place to become that small moment all over again. Everything else goes away. There is no more screaming of the el, the people who want. There is just silence, the sun and the memory of where you changed. The moment of what was helps you define what is. The city calls you back. Looking up the valley of LaSalle Street, it seems different. Not so big. Not so loud now. It too has changed.
A wonderful friend of mine sent me this photo
(knowing that I collect photos of plastic covered couches)
It's a small gesture that kept me smiling all day.
Life is about the little things that matter.