Friday, December 9, 2016

Robert Frank: In America



Swiss-born photographer Robert Frank, always a keen observer of the mundane, spent 1956-1957 documenting the USA. His photos from this journey became a book called The Americans, though others from the project were not published for another 20 years. This current book, In America, includes his earlier photos from 1949-1956, taken across the USA, that didn’t make it into his first.

    The first two photos in this book are of old men in California, and they have the quality of snapshots, with no attention to framing. However, what they lack in composition, they more than make up for by capturing the mood. In the photo, titled Main Street California 1956, a hunched old man in an ill-fitting suit shuffles across the street, looking like a hobo. He’s the only guy in the photo, alone in a vast expanse of auto dealerships and drug stores, oblivious to his surroundings. His hand in his pocket makes him the air of a country bumpkin, and you can see the chain of a pocket watch hanging from his belt. Maybe he really was a country bumpkin? Maybe he came to California during the Great Depression and never lost his country habits? Maybe he even arrived as a hobo? He’s a sharp contrast to the man in the second photo, wearing a tailored white suit and hat and riding a bike, his chin up in the air. Yet even that photo is funny, because few men commuted by bike in the 1950’s.

    Differences abound; the people of New York, Chicago, and Miami are well dressed, compared to the slovenly unwashed people of North Carolina. The Detroit auto workers wear short-sleeve open-collar shirts, baseball caps, and have an “I don’t give a damn” attitude. The city people in Frank’s pictures obviously pay more attention to their hair, clothing, and grooming habits, a trait that I still see today. During a visit to Wilmington, Delaware, I saw how the locals dress like construction workers, in baggy jeans and chunky shoes, even on weekends, while New Yorkers wear tight-fitting clothes and high heels (even the men). From these photos, you can tell the difference in the habits of the city and country people, along with the way their careers effect their manner, which has not changed in the years since. However, one difference I see between the 50’s and today is how the people age. There’s a photo of a man in a gray suit and hat, in the club car of a train, and he looks to be at least 60. But was he? Could he have been younger? Nowadays, men who grew up in the 1970’s don’t look old, at least not the way their ancestors did. Furthermore, I have to wonder whether the wealthier classes were truly happy. Is the gray-suited man in the train satisfied with his life? Those of you who read the novel The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit ill know how dissatisfying life was for the white-collar man. Were the slovenly Detroit auto worker in a better mood? They would have made just as much money as the gray-suited salaryman, and if not, Detroit’s auto workers could still buy houses on their salaries. As for the social class differences, the wealthy-looking ones don’t all look happy.

    Some photos in the book are risqué, like the one of the Puerto Rican transvestites in New York. Others capture the racial attitudes of the south, like the one of the Black woman holding a White baby. Frank said he was shocked at the racism of the south; White women wouldn’t think twice about trusting a Black woman with their kids, but they wouldn’t let her sit on the same park bench. I’m sure there was class conflict in Frank’s native Switzerland, but the skin color issue would’ve made American racism more evident. Then again, if Frank had visited London at the time, would he have commented on the racial segregation there? Or the segregation in Paris? Racial segregation is not restricted to the USA.


    I first saw Robert Frank’s work at the Whitney Museum in 1996, in an exhibit titled Robert Frank: Moving Out. The exhibit was placed simultaneously as another one, about Beat culture in the 1950’s. Perhaps Robert Frank’s photos captured both mainstream and fringe in American society? Was it because he wasn’t American? In a trend started by Alexis De Tocqueville 120 years earlier, he joins the ranks of Europeans who document American life, with the awe and disgust of an impartial outsider. Frank’s photos capture the peoples’ way of life, and leaves the viewer to draw conclusions.is hotos from


   

  
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