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the americans, dammit

I own dozens and dozens of photography books, and some of them are also by Robert Frank. But I've never owned a copy of The Americans till now. Sure, I got it out of the library when I was a fresh-face tyghe, and it impressed me then, but I ordered this edition feeling that, well, I *should* own a copy. Fifty years have passed since it was first published and this bastard is still a masterpiece of content, tonality, composition, sequencing, America. If you think you're a photographer and haven't seen this, buy it, borrow it, steal it. Screw Ansel Adams, this is the stuff. Stop taking pictures of your toes in the grass and go out and look!


Note to self: start shooting the Carols in tri-x.

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Taken on July 18, 2008