Robert Frank made "Guggenheim 425--Los Angeles" with photography. What grabs me is the way Frank presents this collection of moments on film. It's like a sketchbook page, right? You get the sense he's not just snapping photos but thinking through them, working through ideas about time and place, specifically Los Angeles. The blacks are rich, the whites are stark, and there's this graininess that makes it feel raw, immediate. It's not about perfection; it's about capturing something real. Look at the red markings—someone’s editing marks. That act of marking, choosing, is part of the art too. It reminds me a bit of Warhol's screen prints, where repetition and slight variations change our perception. Frank, like Warhol, is interested in the everyday, the overlooked. And, like all great art, it embraces the messiness of life, inviting us to see the world in a new way.