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Table of Contents

Interview with Essdras Suarez

Myrtle Avenue

People of the Market

The Hidden Harmony

Hans Leeuwenburgh on Street Photography

Familiar Streets with a Singular Prism

Street Shooters of May 2018

Myrtle Avenue

Robert Gerhardt

In Tropic of Capricorn Henry Miller writes a fictionalized account of his life in Brooklyn in the 1920’s, including the following passage describing Myrtle Avenue:

But I saw a street called Myrtle Avenue, which runs from Borough 
Hall to Fresh Pond Road, and down this street no saint ever walked
(else it would have crumbled), down this street no miracle ever
passed, nor any poet, nor any species of human genius, nor did any
flower ever grow there, nor did the sun strike it squarely, nor did the
rain ever wash it.

For the genuine Inferno which I had to postpone for
twenty years I give you Myrtle Avenue, one of the innumerable
bridlepaths ridden by iron monsters which lead to the heart of America’s emptiness. If you have only seen Essen or Manchester or Chicago or
Levallois-Perret or Glasgow or Hoboken or Canarsie or Bayonne
you have seen nothing of the magnificent emptiness of progress and enlightenment.

Dear reader, you must see Myrtle Avenue before you
die, if only to realize how far into the future Dante saw. You must believe
me that on this street, neither in the houses which line it, nor the
cobblestones which pave it, nor the elevated structure which cuts it
atwain, neither in any creature that bears a name and lives thereon,
neither in any animal, bird or insect passing through it to slaughter or
already slaughtered, is there hope of “lubet,” “sublimate” or
“abominate.”

It is a street not of sorrow, for sorrow would be human
and recognizable, but of sheer emptiness: it is emptier than the most
extinct volcano, emptier then a vacuum, emptier than the word God in
the mouth of an unbeliever.

Since Miller wrote that passage, many things have changed along the street between Borough Hall and Fresh Pond Road, as well as the neighborhoods that Myrtle Avenue intersects: Fort Greene, Clinton Hill, Bedford-Stuyvesant and Bushwick in Brooklyn, and Ridgewood in Queens. The cobblestones have been paved over, the subway now only runs elevated at a few stations in Bushwick, and the socio-economic makeup of those neighborhoods has steadily evolved.

Certain aspects of Miller’s passage still ring eerily true, however: Myrtle Avenue has seen race riots, mass exoduses, high crime rates, the tension of gentrification, the influx of drugs, gang wars, and the effects of AIDS on the population that has called Myrtle Avenue home. In the 1980s it was known among locals as “Murder Avenue”, and the movie Do the Right Thing explored the ethnic conflict among those who lived in Bed-Sty. On top of this history, the economic recession has hit the area hard, and can be seen in the number of halted construction sites and empty storefronts along the entire stretch of Myrtle Avenue. It is The Inferno that Miller alluded to in many ways.

However, from my work along Myrtle Avenue, seeking evidence and counter-evidence of Miller’s claims, I came to believe that the more apt work of Dante to compare Myrtle Avenue to is that of Purgatorio. Myrtle Avenue is no longer a street of utter despair and sorrow. But neither is it yet a heaven of art and progress and the triumph of the human spirit. Rather, like those who inhabit Dante’s Purgatory, there is hardship, but there is clear evidence of hope among the hardship.

The street is no longer damned to Hell with no chance of improvement, but rather waiting on a future that will be better than its present. Myrtle Avenue, in fact, is a metaphor for America itself. Meanwhile, flowers do in fact grow there, the sun does, upon occasion, hit it squarely, and the rain does not spare it a cleansing. Perhaps the poets and saints and human genius do already walk among its denizens, if only glimpsed with a more forgiving eye.

Robert Gerhardt

Rob Gerhardt was born in Augusta, Georgia in 1977, but grew up in the suburbs of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. From an early age his parents exposed him to the arts through many trips to museums and galleries in both Philadelphia and New York, as well as during trips to Europe. Rob’s first exposure to photography came during his junior year in college, when he took his first photography class with photographer Harold Feinstein. And since falling in love with photography during that first class, Rob has never stopped making photographs. In 1999 he received his B.A. in Anthropology/Sociology and Art History from the College of the Holy Cross in Worcester, MA. And in 2007 he received his M.F.A. in Photography from the Lesley University College of Art and Design in Cambridge, MA. Rob’s work has been in numerous solo and group exhibitions in the United States, Canada, and Europe, and is in a number of private collections including The Museum of the City of New York in New York, NY and the Arab American National Museum in Dearborn, MI. His work has also been published both nationaly and internationally, including in The Guardian, The Diplomat, The New York Times, The Huffington Post, Newsweeek, Haaretz, and Suddeutsche Zeitung. He has lived and worked in New York City since 1999.

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May 2018

Interview with Essdras Suarez

Pulitzer prize winning photojournalist and street photographer, Essdras Suarez, shares some incredible stories and insights on photography.

Myrtle Avenue

Robert Gerhardt photographs Myrtle Avenue, seeking evidence and counter-evidence of the claims of Henry Miller, who wrote a fictionalized account of his life in Brooklyn in the 1920s.

People of the Market

As a humanitarian photographer and filmmaker, it is my job to find characters in ordinary circumstances and bring them to life in an interesting way.

The Hidden Harmony

One of the essential elements of the photographer is his ability to document and so the questions: What is Hidden Harmony? And can photography demonstrate its existence?

Hans Leeuwenburgh on Street Photography

I think street photography, for me, is about stealing from reality to create a new - and hopefully interesting - reality.

Familiar Streets with a Singular Prism

Jean-Philippe's view of urban beauty will have you taking a second look at your own town. Read on to learn about how to combine and compose light, architecture and human beings.

Street Shooters of May 2018

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