See Me. Don't.
*Quotes from The Introduction to The Decisive Moment by Henry Cartier Bresson, cited by paragraph number. Photos by André Kertész.
Amidst the teeming amoebae of tourists enveloping the iron tower, one man does not peer into the distance. His face is not turned towards the sprawling urban surroundings that is Paris, dwarfed by altitude; his eyes do not caress the intricacies of the crafted metal with wonder. Instead he is looking down. Directly below him, hundreds of people drift through the Champ de Mars, infinitesimal as motes of dust. The base of the tower spreads a spider web of shade over the corner of his vision, balancing against the paler hues of the sunlit ground. He stands there for a few moments, fingering his camera, savoring the freedom of being the unseen observerhe waits so long that when he finally presses the button, the specks have changed their formation and the shadows have long evolved. A wistful butterfly catcher. His intents m