PHOTOGRAPHER DIES – Arthur Fellig, the famous photographer known as “Weegee,” who turned his experiences covering Manhattan police headquarters into the novel “Naked City”…
1968
“Weegee the Photographer Dies; Chronicled Life in ‘Naked City'”
The New York Times, December 27, 1968, p.33
This was Weegee…
New York Post, Friday, December 27, 1968, p. 14
“Crime Photographer Weegee Dies”
“…the Dali of photography, who once bemoaned the passing of Murder Inc…
He died yesterday of a brain tumor at Park West Hospital. He was 69…
His view of the world ran parallel: ‘I like things to be normal. A good fire or a murder every few nights. It’s natural for a woman to shoot her husband and a guy to throw his sweetheart off a cliff. I hate suppressed desires.’
In recent years he was also noted for abstract photos…”
(June 12 1899 – December 26, 1968)
“I like things to be normal…”
New York Post, Friday, December 27, 1968, p. 14
“The Dali of photography… I like things to be normal. A good fire or a murder every few nights. It’s natural for a woman to shoot her husband and a guy to throw his sweetheart off a cliff. I hate suppressed desires.
In recent years he was also noted for abstract photos…”
46 Years Ago Today… “Crime Photographer Weegee Dies”
46 Years Ago Today… “Weegee the Photographer Dies; Chronicled Life in ‘Naked City'”
Weegee 1968: "There are no nudes like distorted nudes… "
For most of us happy-go-lucky heterosexuals, a pretty girl is just a pretty girl (no complainers, we!) But, for that, photographer WEEGEE, a pretty girl is just a starter, a piece of unmolded clay, an empty canvas, so to speak. It is only when he finds a pretty girl that his diabolical work begins. By a mysterious process that he learned in the mysterious orient (or so he says, because we think he listened to too many Shadow radio programs when he was a child) he places a trance on the pretty girl and after the inevitable transmutation, he slyly sets up his camera and ho, ho, ho, away he goes.