Today I can be proud of having experienced the end of the Old World live: it was ugly, stupid and mortally dangerous. If we got away with it without too much damage, mine and I, it is pure chance.
If he praises providence, Erwin Blumenfeld (1897-1969) did not forget to record his incredible odyssey in an autobiography entitled
Jadis et Daguerre
(Babel), one of those puns he loved.
And it is in images that the Museum of Art and History of Judaism (Mahj), in Paris, today tells the key period in the life of this Jewish artist, born in Berlin and died in New York.
A period ranging from the 1930s to the 1950s, those which saw him go from the profession of seller of ladies' handbags to that of a great fashion photographer, and from tormented Europe to supercharged America.
“The tribulations of Erwin Blumenfeld”, announces the exhibition.
We will therefore quickly pass over those of his youth, which were not however thin: at the age…
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