Weegee photos of people on the phone and quotes about telephones from Weegee by Weegee… Yes, this week, I’m phoning it in…
Acme was located in the huge Printing Crafts building, at Eighth Avenue and Thirty-fourth Street, that had twenty-four hour elevator service and heat all night long. The bench in the darkroom became my bed… I had keys to the office. Early in the evening, after the place had closed for the day, I would come back… One morning, at about four a.m., I was fast asleep when the bells began to ring. That meant a flash was coming over the ticker. The dirigible Shenandoah had crashed in Ohio [September 1925]. I just had to telephone my bosses and tell them. I knew that if I awakened them they would want to know what I was doing in the office at that hour. But the story had to come first.
I telephoned. They came in quickly. They called Ohio and made arrangements for pictures of the crash to be put on the next train for New York… As I had feared, I was now called in on the carpet and told to get out and get a room to sleep in. My squatting days were over… [Weegee by Weegee, p. 31]
…the Missing Persons Bureau was an ideal spot in the evening. In the daytime, it was like a madhouse… At nighttime, with the office deserted, the lonely detective on duty was glad to have someone to chew the rag with. I made and received my personal phone calls, used the typewriter, I sent out bills, and I met my friends there… [Weegee by Weegee, p. 41]
In my room, I would have the mail and telegrams slipped under my door. I had no phone; I’m allergic to them. [Weegee by Weegee, pp. 64-65]
I was thinking of settling permanently in London… As I was working one night in the bathroom, finishing my pictures, my telephone rang. ‘This is the reception desk. The lady in the room underneath you complains that water is leaking into her bed.’ With no place to wash my prints, and being all washed up myself in London, I hopped a plane back to New York. [Weegee by Weegee, p. 148]
Life is better than ever now. There are new presidents… kings… queens… starlets… public enemies… Hello! Hello! Who’s calling? (I wish the phone would stop ringing.) This is the White House… this is Buckingham Place… this is the Warden of Sing Sing Prison… this is Alcatraz. Oh, so you want pictures? Have you got an appointment? Guess I’d better pack up my typewriter (I wish it had an attachment that could spell and write for me) and my camera and get going to… Paris… London… Berlin… Rome… Tokyo… Hong Kong…
The world is calling, and I’m on my way…
[Weegee by Weegee, p. 155]
Weegee Wednesdays is an occasional series exploring, or just enjoying, the life and work of Weegee.
After a vibrant life and career, photographer Harold Feinstein passed away on June 20, 2015. He was 84.
A Helping Hand for Miss Liberty
Last night the torch of the Liberty statue erected in Times Square for the Sixth War Loan Drive began to spark, and a patrolman noticed it was swaying. A civilian worker is shown climbing an 85-foot extension ladder borrowed from the Fire Department. Cables were strung up to secure the torch. Police said there was no danger that the 15 ton plastic [Statue of] Liberty would fall. [PM, December 1, 1944, Vol. V, No. 144, p. 32]
This 30 – foot section of wall was blown out yesterday by an explosion caused by a defective heater in the Catholic Youth Organization gymnasium, 88 Columbus Avenue. Tenants in nearby apartment houses said the blast, which occurred about 2:30 A.M., knocked them off their feet or out of beds. Streets in the vicinity were covered with shattered glass, and traffic was rerouted. A large section of the boiler landed in the southbound lane of Broadway. The ceiling of the Gem Dancing Academy in the same building caved in, creating panic among 50 couples on the dance floor. Police and firemen quickly got everyone out safely. The CYO gym was completely wrecked and the blast damaged the rear of the building, as bricks from the shattered wall piled up. Four persons were treated for minor injuries. [PM, February 18, 1943, Vol. III, No. 211, p. 32]
The gymnasium of the Catholic Youth Organization, 88 Columbus Avenue, damaged by an explosion. Looking east to the thirty-foot replica of the Statue of Liberty that stood on top of the Liberty Warehouse at 43 West 64th Street (just East of Broadway). The statue is now in the Brooklyn Museum. At the end of West 64th is Harperly Hall, an apartment building (41 Central Park West). On the far right: the West Side branch of the YMCA (5 West 63rd Street).
[The Weegee Guide to New York, pp. 332-333]
To commemorate the 130th anniversary of the arrival of the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor, from France, on June 17, 1885: several photos made by Weegee of the Statue of Liberty. Well, maybe not the Statue of Liberty, perhaps a Statue of Liberty, or several Statues of Liberties…
Weegee Wednesdays is an occasional series exploring, and sometimes just enjoying, the life and work of Weegee.
Nearly five years ago (about 36 years if you were a dog) I (put the cat among the pigeons and) made this, it was the cat’s whiskers and/or meow, classic blog post: MEOW! Artists and Their Cats…
And now, after five years of careful editing and revising; five years of fishing in and ferreting around The Museum System database, (perhaps the elephant in the room is that every cat photo is a good photo); after five years of afternoon cat naps; after half a decade of monkeying around and being busy as a bee, and thinking that a cat in gloves catches no mice… Since all cats are grey in the dark, I’m (an eager beaver and a sheep in photographer’s clothing) ready (if every dog has its day, then every silly blog post has its day) to let the cat out of the bag and unleash (like casting pearls before swine) another instant classic (like a dog and pony show) blog post: a trio of photos, each featuring a cat and a photographic artist, in alphabetical order…