11.27.2013

SAUL LEITER: Painter, Photographer, Artist

 Saul Leiter and Jean Pagliuso
Photograph (c) Elizabeth Paul Avedon

(1923 – November 26, 2013)

10 comments:

David Simonton said...

His work is as fresh today as it was when he made it—and it just gets stronger. A remarkable artist. A hero. He will be missed but the work will live on. Thank you and rest in peace, Saul Leiter.

Jessica Hines said...

I'm so grateful for Saul and for the gifts of his life affirming images.

Sebastian Piras said...

Great photographer, great neighbor, I'll miss him and his funny jokes, but his wonderful images will transcend in eternity ...

Maggie Steber said...

We can be thankful for Saul Leiter today!

Jeff Baker said...

Oh my... A life lived well and to its fullest. RIP Saul.

Ellen Wallenstein said...

Amazing and original photographer. RIP. The work lives on.

Dina Regine said...

He was just amazing, used old film so it was naturally desaturated,his photographs had a personality that was his alone. His bxw work is off the hook, he could really 'see' a moment and make it his own.
I just want to add that I discovered his work only a few years ago when I went back to school at ICP. I was at Barnes and Noble, looking at numerous books, I guess waiting for some sort of divine inspiration to wrap itself around me. A book literally fell off the shelf and landed on my foot. It was Saul's. I took that as a sign, bought it, and fell in love.

Susan May Tell said...

He was an absolutely amazing and unique photographer!!

-K- said...

I doubt if anyone will ever be able to duplicate a Saul Leiter photograph.

Will Rhyins said...

From October 1977, when I moved to 247 E. 10th St (I was a young 23yr old ex-Navy photographer, attending SVA) a year didn't go by without me running into Saul (he lived up the street at 118). In fact, I knew him before I knew his photographs; but our street encounters were like the way so many other creatures in the animal kingdom met. We always had good rapport I think because we were both photographers; sort of like when two friendly dogs sniff each other when they meet--and then they wag their tails. Seeing Saul was like that.