Most of us can recognize in this no-nonsense attitude the stereotype of the truculent New Yorker, and it was one that Levitt voiced fully throughout her later years. Born in 1913 in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, she was resolutely independent, never marrying and reliant instead on a vast network of long-standing friendships. At the same time she never strayed far from home. Her only major body of pictures from outside New York was done over a few months in 1941 in Mexico City, and even there she managed to find working-class neighborhoods that might have been lost corners of Spanish Harlem.
Like the 20th-century photographers she most admired -- Henri Cartier-Bresson, Walker Evans, Manuel Alvarez Bravo -- she was drawn to the fraying edges of society. Her identification with people marginalized by income or race was philosophical as well as practical.
Levitt's photographs of Harlem and the Lower East Side, primarily from the late 1930s through mid-1940s, were among the first to expose the inner lives of children, worlds that had only recently surfaced in American art through the spread of psychoanalysis and surrealism. Her boys and girls immerse themselves in their roles as gangster, diva, street-corner dandy, wise guy, or holy terror with utter conviction.
She negotiated these rough streets without fear. (Not so Walker Evans, who balked at going too far uptown with her.) Her true purpose was often masked by the use of a right-angle viewfinder so her subjects would be unaware of being photographed. As fluent with a 16mm movie camera as she was with a 35mm Leica -- "In the Street," the 1948/1952 documentary she shot and edited with her friends Janice Loeb and James Agee was selected in 2006 for the National Film Registry -- she regarded still photography as a truer challenge of her eye and reflexes. Mistakes in film could be taped over with cuts in the editing room. With a still camera, you either captured what you thought you saw, or you missed it.
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Past Postings on Helen Levitt HERE and HERE