Delegate, convention hall--Chicago 1956

Robert Frank snapped "Delegate, convention hall--Chicago" at an unknown date. Just look at the sea of people in the background, lost in the crowd, right? But then Frank zooms in on this one dude, a delegate maybe, right in the thick of it, but he seems so… detached. Like, he’s physically there but mentally a million miles away. I wonder what he was thinking. Was he bored, disillusioned, or just plain tired of all the political blah blah? Frank has this way of capturing these super real, unposed moments. Like he’s saying, “Hey, look at this—this is what’s really going on.” It reminds me a bit of how Gerhard Richter blurs out his photos into paintings, trying to get at something beyond the surface. Frank's work is like a visual diary, chronicling his journey through America, one frame at a time. And in each shot, there’s this quiet humanness, a sense of seeing the unseen. That's what keeps me hooked.