André Kertész

Kertész’s photography at first glance is understated, sometimes playful, sometimes ordinary, but upon further inspection, it is as if it breathes a new life into the viewer. The things we take for granted and his sort of one-on-one viewing of life brings us into a different perspective. We see the things Kertész saw as if with new eyes and I don’t mean the obvious — of course, a photographer can bring a new look to the familiar or convert the jaded and sway the popular opinion — but this is about shedding every preconception and seeing the imagery as if you stripped everything away to its bare essence. It is so cleansing that we abandon the known to celebrate the apparent simplicity as a brand new interpretation. It may seem elementary on the surface, but it is layered so that the longer you look at one of his photographs, the more it reveals, the more unnerving that we didn’t stop to, say, “smell the coffee”. His work forces us to stop and inhale deeply.
Even his distorted images, long before the advent of Photoshop, don’t feel “altered” per se. There is a sort of innocent confidence about them in the sense that they feel experimental yet deliberate and as if he worked only with the visuals — the composition and the shape and form, not the technique.
It was in 1912 that Kertész began his long, illustrious and prolific career. He was born in Budapest in 1894 and in 1925, he moved to Paris where he remained until the threat of World War II prompted him to move with his wife to New York in 1936. He was still shooting in the 1980s when he then created a series using a Polaroid SX-70. He was clearly one to evolve and continue and persevere. His conviction was especially apparent in the fact that even when slighted — even when others were credited for his work or when he was omitted from important exhibits, he did not let this deter him.
The term Kertészian was coined to describe his language which was essentially a combination of Hungarian, French, and English — likewise, it has been observed that Kertész had three distinct periods, the Hungarian Period, the French Period, the American Period.
Kertész did something that ironically is not always done — he shot photography so honestly that you tend to think that he created the art itself. That is what I mean by “pure”.