When Saul Leiter died last November at the age of 89, he was largely unknown outside the art world — and even within, he had been overlooked until relatively recently. And that was fine by him.
A prolific photographer who spent six decades roaming and documenting the streets of New York City, Leiter was a reclusive figure who took pictures simply because he loved to — not because he sought recognition or accolades. “Fame,” Leiter told a photography blog in 2009, “is of no use.”
“A lot of artists are consumed by their legacies and what will happen, but he wasn’t,” recalled Margit Erb, Leiter’s longtime assistant and one of the few allowed into his private world. “To him, creating was like breathing. It was something he needed to do everyday.”
And Leiter did, walking the city with a camera right up until the week he died, always in search of the beauty of the everyday. Along the way, he amassed a massive collection of work, hundreds of thousands of photos of New York dating back to theRead More »from A master of color in black and white