New York City c. 1960s

Garry Winogrand captured this silver gelatin print of New York City, and, gosh, doesn't it just pulse with the frenetic energy of urban life? I can almost feel Garry right there, camera in hand, weaving through the throng. What was it like to be him, eyes darting, trying to frame the chaos? This image is a dance, you know? It's as if Winogrand wants to show that the composition isn’t so much about things that stay still, but about catching the moment in the mess. Look at how tilted the image is, like the world’s a bit off its axis. The subjects aren’t posed or perfect; they’re just caught in their own orbits. It's like he’s saying life isn't staged, it's a messy, beautiful accident. This reminds me of the work of other street photographers like Robert Frank, who find the extraordinary in the ordinary. Ultimately, it tells the story of the artist's perspective.