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Berenice Abbott: James Joyce, 1928


This was one of her most moving portraits. The grey, strangely lifeless, enveloping light finds its way everywhere, describing without emphasis or favor the writer’s stickpin, his hands, his right ear, his fine beaver hat, the deep tiredness of his elegant slouch. He seems the survivor of too difficult a battle, shell-shocked by the terrible labor of putting so many words in the precisely proper order.

onlyoldphotography:

Berenice Abbott: James Joyce, 1928

This was one of her most moving portraits. The grey, strangely lifeless, enveloping light finds its way everywhere, describing without emphasis or favor the writer’s stickpin, his hands, his right ear, his fine beaver hat, the deep tiredness of his elegant slouch. He seems the survivor of too difficult a battle, shell-shocked by the terrible labor of putting so many words in the precisely proper order.

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