We went to see the Henri Cartier-Bresson show at the ICP in Manhattan yesterday. All pictures from his Scrapbook, in chronological order, hence the title of the show "Scrapbook".If I could make a wish right now, it would be for the pieces I'm working on now
to posses that same roguish grace as a Bresson photo, a holy-looking asymmetry, imperfect, poetic, of the people. Right now my new pieces are gaining their momentum from thoughts of Bonnie and Clyde. Long story. I'll tell it tomorrow. But this show is exquisite.
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