André Kertész, one can imagine in your gray on gray, gray mouse, gray Paris, when Paris was gray, the more infinite shades , which balance between black and white, the one that drives the natural and come running back when the melancholy hails ...
André Kertész took the living from life, and it looks like they are not everything in fact there, that they are in place but they will occupy another with the same legitimacy mysterious.
After long haunted the streets of Paris, but then in true ghost a man invisible to the naked eye, but discerning with his camera so that no one would have thought to see, he went to New York where he lives, when the Second World War broke out. U.S. citizen since 1944, it really will not find happiness by the photographer, he had known in Paris, then capital of dreams, noisier and upset a beehive.
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