Sleepless nights and sleepless days filled
the fast-paced life of the American photographer
Weegee, who often worked out of the trunk
of his car. Snappping his shots in a reportorial vein
in the streets of the city – the Urban Jungle of the
mid-'30s to mid-'40s – all kinds of deeds, from the
most commonplace to the most shockingly
heinous, came under his crafty and well-placed
lens. Murders, accidents, fires and robberies flow
through the lensman's shots, giving a sordid
account of the mid-century Metropolis. Yet
working for the New York papers did not
compromise the artistry that is also an
indissociable part of Weegee's photographic
world. Constantly injecting a subjective element
into his pictures, Weegee raised his subject matter
above the cheap and the sensational to provide
something that resonates with more than just a
superficial, illicit thrill. If his work is still pregnant
today (and it is), it is precisely because this
painterly photographer also kept an eye on form,
as the content raged.

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