Rudy Burckhardt arrived in New York in 1935. He was 21, born and raised in Switzerland, a medical school dropout determined to be an artist.
Though he painted and made short films, he’s known for his street photography: black and white shots of mid-century New Yorkers in motion amid a swirl of crowds and buildings, yet strangely alone in the modern urban landscape.
At right, he photographed friend and dance critic Edwin Denby on the roof of their apartment at 145 West 21st Street.
“[His] best artworks are the New York images from the ’40s, strange angled photographs shot from the tops of skyscrapers, or movements in the streets of Manhattan taken from the knees down,” wrote Valery Oisteanu on Artnet.com, for a retrospective of Burckhardt’s work exhibited in 2004 at the Tibor de Nagy gallery.
“He didn’t indulge in expressionist distortion, or depict grotesque sideshow freaks, but rather captured the melancholia of the metropolis,” wrote Oisteanu.
“The pedestrians in his snapshots execute a hectic choreography in navigating New York’s streets. It took the eye of a Swiss born New Yorker to sense the city’s pulse and its dramatic flair.”
Burckhardt, who served as the unofficial “house photographer” for New York School artists in the 1930s and who poet John Ashbery once called a “subterranean monument,” died in 1999 in Maine.
Near his home there, he committed suicide by drowning in a lake.
Tags: " New York street scenes, 1970s photo New York City, Edwin Denby, New York in the 1930s, New York in the 1970s, New York School artists, New York street photographers, Rudy Burckhardt
November 7, 2012 at 1:20 am |
Beautiful photos. I knew of him more as a pioneering experimental film maker. Now I want to see more of his photos.
November 9, 2012 at 2:20 am |
wow. once again, it is a joy to read your posts.
November 12, 2012 at 2:11 pm |
Reblogged this on KREUZBERG´D and commented:
I am a terrible sucker for old photos. They do not need to be mine or of my relatives. Nor do they even need to be of the places I know. Mostly what they present is exactly the opposite: the world and the people I will never get to know.
Taking pictures is one wonderful way of capturing the time, keeping it still.
Here are some beautiful examples of such moments.
November 19, 2012 at 5:24 am |
This is great – I’m obsessed with the 1978 photo of the young woman. Where did you find this?