Helen Levitt was an extremely private person and preferred to let her photographs speak for her – and if you listen very carefully, you might just hear the Bensonhurst accent…
From the earliest hand-tinted postcards to kinetic, digital images, the sidewalks of New York have been muse and model to countless color photographers.
And she talked some about walking around the streets of New York and how she could capture those moments unnoticed.
“I had attached to my camera — I had a little device that fit on the Leica camera that they called a winkelsucher, which meant that you could look one way and take the picture the other,” she said. “You could turn your camera sideways.”
Ms. Levitt captured instances of a cinematic and delightfully guileless form of street choreography that held at its heart, as William Butler Yeats put it, “the ceremony of innocence.” A man handles garbage-can lids like an exuberant child imitating a master juggler. Even an inanimate object — a broken record — appears to skip and dance on an empty street as a child might, observed by a group of women’s dresses in a shop window.
The critic Adam Gopnik, writing in The New Yorker in 2001, described Ms. Levitt as ”the supreme poet-photographer of the streets and people of New York.”