New York City no number 1958

This is "New York City no number," by Robert Frank, made with photography. The first thing that grabs you is the physicality of the film strip itself. It's not just about the images, but the object. I love the way the frames are presented, like a contact sheet, revealing the process of taking photographs. It's not about perfection, but the raw, messy reality of seeing. There are all sorts of images here, shoes, cars, people, buildings. Look at the frame where someone is walking on the sidewalk, the angle feels tilted like we’re falling. It’s blurry and unfocused, not precious or staged, just raw feeling. It makes me think of the work of Garry Winogrand, another street photographer who captured the chaos and energy of city life. What strikes me most is the honesty, the way Frank embraces imperfection and ambiguity. It's a reminder that art isn't about answers, but about asking questions.