Guggenheim 115/Americans 17--Jay, New York 4 - 1954

This is Guggenheim 115/Americans 17 – Jay, New York, by Robert Frank, a series of gelatin silver prints on paper, all contact sheets, really. It's like glimpsing into the artist’s process itself. The whole thing has this gritty, raw feel, like you're seeing the world through Frank's eyes, without any filters. Look at the flags. They're everywhere, right? But they're not all pristine and perfect. Some are waving, some are blurred, some are just... there. And that's the beauty of it, isn't it? The way he captures these everyday moments, these fleeting glimpses of American life, and turns them into something meaningful. The red marker slashes, it's like a burst of emotion, a reminder that art isn't always about perfection, it's about feeling. Frank reminds me a bit of Garry Winogrand in his approach to street photography, just capturing life as it happens, messy and imperfect. It's a reminder that art is a conversation, a back-and-forth between artists across time and space. It embraces ambiguity and multiple interpretations.