a song to the city.
To make a portrait of a city is a life work and no one portrait suffices, because city is always changing. Everything in the city is properly part of its story- its physical body of brick, stone, steel, glass, wood, its lifeblood of living, breathing man and women. Streets, vistas, panoramas, bird’s eye views and worm’s eye views, the noble and the shameful, high life and low life, tragedy, comedy, squalor, wealth, the mighty towers of skyscrapers, the ignoble façades of slums, people at work, people at home, people at play…
Berenice Abbott, 1939.
