I sometimes wonder how certain images make the cut as it were.. A certain image is chosen, mass produced and generated to become the Iconic image of said artist. They become inseparable form the artist and imprint themselves in the photographic files of our mind. The relevance of all this babble with Brassai's image above is that, and forgive me if I am a little behind on his back catalogue, I have never seen it till today. And undoubtedly it strikes me, this sea of dancers I imagine from some nightclub in Pigalle,the costumes, and the wondrous way some girls look as if they are lying down and others simultaneously standing up when clearly they cannot be... The joy of the find !
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