First Post: Portrait
Harry Callahan: Eleanor, Chicago 1947
I love a unique take on the portrait, while I don't always agree with Callahan's photographs, looking at the big picture, his photographs are a story of love and dedication that border on affectionate obsession. His photographs of his wife are countless but this is, in my opinion, the best one. The solid gray of her skin, barely visible fingernails even, a simple face, and yet there's something so modern, dreamy, and beautiful about this portrait. He just had to love her.