The Bronx, New York, 1967

"I go out walking wherever I am, looking, and laughing, and taking it all in with a sense of wonder! What an endless supply of things there are to see! The French have a word for people like me: “Flaneur.” Someone who enjoys the chance encounters of life on the streets. I’ve found that I can stop almost anywhere, and if I watch carefully, something of interest will emerge from the chaos in front of me—but only if I give it all my attention. Only then might the humble everyday gesture turn into the sublime before my eyes. I like doing this—going out into the streets—prepared with a camera which quickly, like the flicker of an eyelash, the shutter effortlessly interrupts time, stops it, and h...View all