Gary Sharp

Charles Moore, who’s searing photographs helped turn the tide in favor of landmark civil rights legislation, has died. This article in the New York Times is a fine tribute to his important work.

Charis Wilson, Edward Weston’s wife and subject of many of his superb nude photographs, has died in Santa Cruz, California, at the age of 95.

Charis Wilson, Model and Muse, Dies at 95

At 90, she was a lively, vital part of the 2007 documentary about her & Weston, “Eloquent Nude: The Love and Legacy of Edward Weston and Charis Wilson,” an award-winning film by a great team in Portland, Oregon at nw Documentary arts & media

One of the greatest photographers of the 20th century, Irving Penn, has passed away, at age 92. Although he’s best known for his fashion photography, I like his still lifes best. He was also a master printer. The slide show of his photographs here is short, but what great images.

NPR Picture Show

Here’s a fine slide show of personal photos from Sam Harris, taken after he and his family moved to Australia.

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Willy Ronis, the gifted photographer who serendipitiously captured the lives of working class Parisians in post-war Paris, has died. The legendary photographer was 99.

Willy Ronis

(Via New York Times.)

Another exceptionally talented photographer is gone; Shulman was very active in photographing architecture well into his 90′s.

Julius Shulman, Photographer of Modernist California Architecture, Dies at 98: “Mr. Shulman’s photographs depicted modern houses as the ultimate expressions of modern living and helped idealize the California lifestyle in the postwar years.

(Via New York Times Art & Design)

The cellphone photos taken by pro photographer Shawn Rocco are featured in Lens in the New York Times today. I like his approach to making serendiptious photos, with little emphasis on equipment.

Tatiana Grigorenko was born in NYC in 1980. Her photo essay about her travels in the Soviet Union is a personal project that hopefully will become a book.

“My parents fled the Soviet Union in 1976, where they had been dissidents, their families persecuted and imprisoned many times over. They ended up in New York, political refugees with no nationality, and there I was born: an American citizen to stateless parents, with my mother proudly holding up my infant head for the picture in the family’s first US passport.  I grew up with one foot in an imaginary country: a country defined by the Russian I spoke at home, the food I ate, the songs I listened to and of course, the stories my parents told– but a country, nonetheless, that could never have a real physical existence.  My parents were too scared to ever return, even for a short visit.”

(Via Burn)