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1968

PHOTOGRAPHER DIES – Arthur Fellig, the famous photographer known as “Weegee,” who turned his experiences covering Manhattan police headquarters into the novel “Naked City”…

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PM, December 26, 1940, p.15

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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)

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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…”


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.