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"I am an amateur and intend to remain an amateur for the rest of my life." With these words Andre Kertesz (1894-1985), one of the great photographers in the history of photography and one of the most published photographers of his time, described not only himself, but also the character, motifs and style of his photography. From 1928, he always had a Leica in his hand and photographed everything he saw: streets, everyday scenes, pedestrians, friends, light and shadow. He first lived in his native Budapest, and then in Paris, where he emigrated in 1925 and became his second home. He wandered the city, still exotic, like a tourist, preferring to spend time in deserted parks to busy boulevards, spending a lot of time with his Hungarian friends and soon becoming a Parisian. This book contains only photos from his 11 years of life in Paris. Even just flicking through his photos will make you feel like you are touring Paris in the 1920s and 1930s.
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