Showing posts with label Andreas Feininger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andreas Feininger. Show all posts
Monday, July 19, 2010
Some of what I love about Dover books
(The bearing this video has on the text will be revealed in a few paragraphs...please read on.)
My introduction to Dover books, in the early 70s, came about as I began my short-lived career as a dollmaker. From their Pictorial Archives collection of vintage, copyright-free graphics, I found a suitable border for a business card. What followed was a year of round-the-clock sewing, orders from legendary places such as the Craft and Folk Art Museum in Los Angeles, a mention (with photo) in the LA Times Sunday magazine and a lot of stores that didn't pay their bills.
What brought the publisher to mind was the stack of Dover titles lurking under our dining table. In preparation for a store demonstration on techniques for visual journal pages, I'd selected a few titles for photocopying, to have available for backgrounds, transfers, collage, and it was considerably past time to re-shelve them.
They included The Solotype Catalog of 4,147 Display Typefaces by Dan X. Solo; The Noah's Ark A.B.C. and 8 Other Victorian Alphabet Books in Color, edited by Ruari McLean; Borders, Frames and Decorative Motifs from the 1862 Derriey Typographic Catalog by Charles Derriey, and Andreas Feininger's New York in the Forties: 162 photographs.
In his introduction to the book, John von Hartz said:
"As an artist and reporter, Feininger transmits the innocence of the age and the humanity of its people. His clean, uncluttered photographs catch the city with unabashed honesty. His portraits of people - ethnic shopkeepers, a newsman in Chinatown, arm-wrestlers in Harlem, bootblacks and their patrons - are real human beings preserved in their place and time. Even when documenting the dark side of the period - the unemployed, the neglected, the lost - his portraits reveal the compassion of a humanist."
I've only been to New York once; I know it better from the movies than from life but those wind-chilled February days of my visit did nothing to slow its pulse. The friend who was my guide had been born there, spent a portion of her childhood in an apartment above the Cherry Lane Theater and led us, back in the days when we could manage with little sleep, through every neighborhood we could reach, some before the sun rose.
Feininger's images seem to be in motion; steam pours from factory windows in the garment district; tickertape rains on Lower Broadway; sunbathers and strollers hum with anticipation at Coney Island on July 4, 1949. Marquees blaze on Times Square and shirtwaisted women squint against a brilliant sun as they shop on 34th Street.
Among the blogs I follow are several on which the photos and text vie for which may be considered the most extraordinary element. I cannot say which sings to me more loudly; I am a fool for words and pictures.
For affordable collections that offer the world as it was, Dover stands alone. What better use of the blogger's stage than a shout-out for our favorite things.
Video from Rangefindergeneral, part of a 1983 BBC series of interviews with great 20th Century photographers
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