There is something about the new, the never before seen (especially if you create it yourself), that is so entirely seductive that I tend to feel twinges of disappointment if I don’t produce it every time I use my camera.  Being “creative” I guess it’s called.

Would I like to show something new and exciting that I’ve done in every post?  Yes, I would.

Can I?  No, I can’t.

But  I can show you something someone else has done that has caused me  to wonder, or to smile, or to be transported.  And perhaps you will find it worth your time too.  So fire up the Wayback Machine, Sherman!

Brassaï

Or Gyula Halász, as most of us like to call him, was one of the many Hungarians who gravitated to Paris between the wars and found himself lost to its charms and magic right from the beginning.  He was tutored in photography by another famous Hungarian,  André Kertész, and truly captured the essence of the city, especially at night.

A Prostitute Playing Russian Billiards, Boulevard Rochechouart, Montmartre, Paris, c. 1932

Le Pont Neuf

Ladies Dancing

I had planned to use the work of several photographers, but I just couldn’t leave Brassaï alone so he’s the one and only for this post.  It’s just so easy to get carried away.

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It’s not over yet.  Before the night is done we visit Le Lido! (parental discretion advised)

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