Frankly Robert

But on display in the packed, ballroom of a space was not some new Spring line, but an old recluse—Frank—who person after person would stand up to praise and thank for deeply altering their perceptions of art and life.

The New York Public Library's conversation with photographer Robert Frank Saturday night reminded me of nothing so much as a Fashion Week show.

The city's art elite and minor celebrities searching for their seats, then leaving them over and over to embrace and kiss someone hello. A hum and bustle of excitement in the air. A lot of neck craning and whispering from all sides.

But on display in the packed, ballroom of a space was not some new Spring line, but an old recluse—Frank—who person after person would stand up to praise and thank for deeply altering their perceptions of art and life.

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