Valencia, Spain 1952

This black and white photograph titled Valencia, Spain was taken by Robert Frank sometime in the mid-20th century. What I love about Frank's work is how he captures the process of seeing itself. The image is high contrast, grainy, immediate. The composition is fascinating; we're looking down at a wedding party, almost as if we're peeking from a window above. This perspective, combined with the stark light, creates a sense of distance, even alienation. But look closer, and you see the details: the texture of the cobblestones, the shadows stretching long and distorted, the blurry faces filled with anticipation. There's a beautiful tension between the formal composition and the gritty, spontaneous feel of the photograph. Frank reminds me a little of Garry Winogrand. They both have this knack for capturing the chaotic beauty of everyday life, making you question what it means to truly see the world around you. It's a conversation about how we frame reality, and whether there's any such thing as an objective truth.