Street photographers have a certain romance about them. A race of men and women who without any hope of financial gain just wander the city streets sneaking shots of unsuspecting passers by.
No one wants them to be doing what they are doing but some strange compulsion possesses them; the desire to capture that small seemingly unimportant moment that most people miss. The way children play, the way hair blows across a face, the way a man waits in a shop entrance, the way someone smokes a cigarette; all can be immortalized in a click .
Even stranger the work of these odd loner’s is often more lasting than that of all but the most famous fashion and portrait photographers For every Weston and Steichen and Penn is a Maeir, a Levitt and a Winogrand.