Train by Frankie Malone
The photo comes from a collection of Álvarez Bravos work I recently stumbled upon, called ‘Photopoetry’. At first I wasn’t quite sure what the title meant, but flipping through the pages, it slowly dawned on me that his work did, indeed, feel poetic.
The author Virginia Heffernan has even argued that much short form writing is necessarily poetic, that tweets, for instance, often resort to poetry to express an idea in (what was then) 140 characters.
Let’s recall that Bravo did all that in the 1930s and 40s, when most of the world was fighting a bitter, brutal war. For a time there, art wasn’t much of a priority, and certainly not the poetry of everyday life. Again, Zapruder explains:
The fleeting poetry of a mundane scene glimpsed in the street or captured through a car windshield: in the early sixties, very few photographers considered a supermarket, a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, or the inside of a diner frequented by ghostly patrons to be subjects worthy of interest.
WRITTEN BY Lars Mensel