Martin Munkácsi - Photographer

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text accompanying an exhibition of munkácsi's work

He was the best-paid star photographer of his time. Budapest, Berlin and New York were the stages on his road to success. He photographed athletes and dancers in action, freed fashion photography from the confines of the studio, and set the static medium of photography in motion. Martin Munkácsi (1896-1963) is regarded as the most important pioneer of modern photojournalism.

n Hungary the young reporter from a poor background managed to make a living mainly with reports and photos of sporting events. When out one day with his camera he witnessed a brawl that had a fatal outcome. The series of photos he took cleared the accused and drew public attention to the photographer. He had just happened to be in the right place at the right time. In 1928 Martin Munkácsi moved to Berlin. The newspaper market was booming, and Berlin’s newspaper publishers maintained close contacts with Hungary. In 1928 Laszlo Moholy-Nagy also moved to Berlin, followed in 1931 by Ernö Friedmann, who later changed his name to Robert Capa.

Munkácsi's photos appeared in the respected fashion magazine Die Dame, in Koralle, Uhu and Vu as well as in other domestic and foreign titles. His main work was for the Ullstein Verlag’s innovative Berliner Illustrirte Zeitung, which had a print run of more than a million copies. Munkácsi provided numerous titles, concise reporting and brilliant pictorial essays. Even today one can see the exemplary nature of their formal structure. Munkácsi always combined journalistic precision with a high standard of aesthetic form and he eventually became one of the most outstanding representatives of the movement called “Neues Sehen” (“New Vision”) and the modern movement in photography in general.

Munkácsi did not see himself as a specialized sports or fashion photographer, but as a “jack of all trades”. In Berlin he photographed the slum dwellings of the poor as well as the lavish homes of the rich and famous. He recorded such things as the carefree antics at the “Luna Bad Wannsee” (1931) and a powerful polo stroke at the “Polo Match in Berlin-Frohnau” (1929). He also produced fascinating and unique aerial shots of a flying school for women not far from Berlin.

For the Berliner Illustrirte Zeitung Munkácsi travelled to Turkey, London, New York, Sicily and Egypt. In 1930 he brought back from Liberia, Africa’s first independent state, a sensational picture entitled “Three Boys Running into the Surf”. The rear view of the black children caught between sand and spray impressed Henri Cartier-Bresson. “For me,” confessed the French “master of the moment” in 1977, “this photograph was the spark that ignited my enthusiasm… I suddenly realised that, by capturing the moment, photography was able to achieve eternity. It is the only photograph to have influenced me. This picture has such intensity, such joie de vivre, such a sense of wonder that it continues to fascinate me to this day.”
Munkácsi also knew how to capture the right moment with his heavy 9 x 12 reflex camera.

He could shoot a picture in the space of a second, yet still take the time to think. “Think while you shoot!” was his motto. Munkácsi photographed motorcyclists spattering mud (c. 1923), while in “A Hundred Kilometres an Hour” (1929) he depicted aircraft as icons of technology. Ever a symbol of speed and dynamism, he himself flew by Zeppelin to South America. Next to sport – especially football – he was fascinated by dance. “Fred Astaire on Tiptoe” (1936) seems just about to take off, while “The Operetta Soubrette Rosi Barsony Performing her Fantastic Grotesque Dance” (1933) is already airborne.

A more menacing moment is presented by the boots of the “Reichswehr Troops in Marching Formation”. On 21 March 1933 he photographed the “Day of Potsdam”, the fateful event at which the aged President Paul von Hindenburg handed Germany over to Adolf Hitler. The “BIZ”, or Berliner Illustrirte Zeitung, appeared in a special edition, still under the direction of its Jewish editor-in-chief, Kurt Korff. Two months later the publishing house was Aryanized. Martin Munkácsi left Germany in 1934 and, like many prominent members of the publishing house staff, went into exile. In New York he accepted the 100,000-dollar contract that Carmel Snow, the famous editor-in-chief of Harper’s Bazaar, had offered him a year earlier.

Star photographer with a star’s income
In the USA he achieved absolute stardom, revolutionizing fashion photography. He thought nothing, for example, of having his models walk along the beach in bathing outfits – even in winter – in order to set off the jaunty swing of a cape. His spectacular fashion series also contributed to the image of the modern Western woman as a successful, independent, dynamic city dweller. Munkácsi also published very successfully in Life and landed the most lucrative contract of his career with the Ladies’ Home JournaL for the “How America Lives” series. Between 1940 and 1946 he produced 65 out of a total of 78 contributions on the everyday life of Americans from all walks of life. Other highlights of his work are the unusual portraits of Hollywood stars such as Jean Harlow, Katharine Hepburn, Leslie Howard, Jane Russell, and Marlene Dietrich. He later photographed for the advertising industry and worked as a film cameraman. In 1963 Martin Munkácsi died largely forgotten and impoverished in New York. He was struck down by a heart attack while attending a football match.

Of particular interest are some of the few surviving masterpieces of his fashion photography. His aesthetic credo is illustrated by the dummy of a book he planned but never completed. Private snapshots show the photographer at work and in his leisure moments.

Dates
1896: Born in Kolozsvár, Hungary (now Cluj, Romania), into the large family of a master painter and decorator
1921: First sports photos published in Budapest
1928: Moves to Berlin
1934: Emigrates to the USA
1963: Dies on 14 July in the USA
 
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Look what the cat just dragged in :meow: ... Estella and Munkácsi! I don't think I could have asked for anything else!:P :heart: ... His photos are stunning and filled with an intensity that I haven't seen in many other photographers work! Thank you for this!
 
I was thinking, this intensity I find in his photos, are not just in the subject or figure he captures, but also between the figure and the field. Especially in the three photos you posted first. It's this intensity between the figure(s) and the vast(empty) field that I find very powerful :heart: ...
 
More of his work ...
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since I cant copy this photo, Ill give you the link ..

In 1937 Munkacsi explained why he considered this to be his best photograph. He thought that it depicted the hopeless fate of human beings ; their similarity to the fate of herrings, pressed into a barrel or pressed in a city, minus air, with no horizon - freedom on paper only, and not in fact - with duties made by themselves, or imposed by leaders, to hold them in a certain manner .
(quoted from the photography book)

http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2007/01/18/arts/20070119_MUNK_SLIDESHOW_5.html
 
love the pics with the umbrellas. :heart:
it's rare to see photographers from the mid 20th century with such a contemporary feeling in their work.. or maybe it's rarer to see contemporary photographers with such an old feeling in their work..?.. hmm. :meow:

thanks for the thread, estella!. :o
 
This photo of boys at Lake Tanganyika was what inspired Henri Cartier-Bresson to take up photography. He referred to it as "perfection of shape." Perhaps should start HCB thread (thrilled to see this type of photography on TFS—didn't know if it was appropriate to post).

Michael Kimmelman in the NYT about HCB and Munkacsi exhibits at the International Center for Photography (includes anecdote about this photo and work from both photographers).

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Berlin, 1927
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Jean Harlow, 1930's
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Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera, Mexico, 1934
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Gary Cooper, 1937
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Harper's Bazaar, June, 1935
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Harper's Bazaar, June, 1936
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Katherine, Marion and Margeret Hepburn, Harper's Bazaar, August 1939
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Halston Headdress, Harper's Bazaar, July 1962
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Lucile Brokaw, Harper's Bazaar, December 1933
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Marion Davies, San Simeon, Californi-Harper's Bazaar, February 1934
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Nude with Parasol, Harper's Bazaar, July 1935
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New York World's Fair, Harper's Bazaar, September, 1938
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Palermo, Sicily, 1929
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Summer Camp near Bad-Kissingen, Germany, 1929
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Vacation Fun, Europe, 1929
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Wawes, Nice, c.1930
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the way he captures movement makes it seem so static :heart: great use of patterns and composition, just stunning
 
Yes, eventhough you call it static, it's like the movement is suspended, drawn and pulled out infinite, he takes movement to infinity :heart: ... Take the Harper's Bazaar, June, 1935 in post #12, first you just have this composition, which is so fare from what you normally see, the placement of the woman, suspended in the air so close to the "ceiling" of the frame. It's absolutely breathtaking, it's very contemporary, fare more contemporary, than most of what you see in todays fashion photography, even with all there technologies available. :heart: ...
 
Here is the text of the Kimmelman review in the NYT (the link I posted above is not working:(

nyt.com
January 19, 2007

Art Review
Innovator and Master, Side by Side

By MICHAEL KIMMELMAN

Correction Appended

In 1932 the young Henri Cartier-Bresson, lately returned from Africa, saw a photograph of African children charging into waves on a beach. “I must say that it is that very photograph which was for me the spark that set fire to fireworks,” he recalled years later. “I couldn’t believe such a thing could be caught with the camera. I said, ‘Damn it,’ took my camera and went out into the street.” What Cartier-Bresson produced during the next few years, as the curator Peter Galassi once wrote, became “one of the great, concentrated episodes in modern art.”

How much the African photograph actually shaped this work is debatable, but it struck a chord. It epitomized the combination of serendipity and joie de vivre that Cartier-Bresson admired: three naked boys, their silhouettes against white spray and sun-drenched water, making a perfect geometry.

The man who shot the picture was Martin Munkacsi. Hungarian-born, a star of Berliner Illustrierte Zeitung, the leading illustrated German newsmagazine, Munkacsi was then one of the most celebrated photojournalists. He reached a pinnacle of fame and fortune in New York later that decade, claiming to be the highest-paid photographer in the world (he was notoriously self-mythologizing), revolutionizing the American fashion magazine under Carmel Snow and Alexey Brodovitch at Harper’s Bazaar.

That his name now rings few bells, even in photo circles — and would ring fewer still save for Cartier-Bresson’s nod to his influence — speaks to history’s ruthlessness, but also to a swift decline that left Munkacsi in the hallway of Harper’s offices, cadging for assignments, finally having to pawn his cameras. By his death in 1963, at 67, he was virtually forgotten. Today the International Center of Photography is opening two shows, one devoted to him, the other to Cartier-Bresson. Both men might have appreciated the coincidence. In the end Munkacsi was no Cartier-Bresson, but at his best he was magnificent and the shows complement each other, highlighting modernism at its peak between the world wars.
First things first: “Henri Cartier-Bresson’s Scrapbook: Photographs, 1932-46,” arrived by way of the Fondation Henri Cartier-Bresson in Paris, has more than 300 of the prints he glued into a picture album during the mid-1940s. The album summed up what he considered his best work to date, making it a kind of autobiography. He toted the book from Paris to New York in 1946 for curators at the Museum of Modern Art to cull.

Captured by the Nazis at the start of the war, he had been presumed dead when Beaumont and Nancy Newhall, husband and wife photo curators at the Modern, planned his retrospective. Then he turned up alive, having escaped from prison camp (three times) and served with the Resistance. The “posthumous” exhibition opened, with him in attendance, in 1947.

Thereafter he squirreled the scrapbook away, first in an old suitcase, then half-hidden in a bookcase, for years telling his wife, the photographer Martine Franck, that it was his most precious possession and had to be preserved at all costs, until she discovered him one day, late in life, removing photos from the disintegrating pages.

The current exhibition reconstructs as best as possible the layout of the scrapbook as he originally organized the pictures, and it also has a few (strangely poor) enlargements from the 1947 MoMA show. It’s an eye-straining affair (bring a magnifying glass), and not all the pictures are great, but as a window onto Cartier-Bresson’s operating methods, it surveys the revolutionary work he shot in Spain, Italy, Mexico, Britain and France before he helped form the Magnum agency and embarked on a fresh chapter in life. It’s curious for what he left out of the album, although in general he was an astonishingly perspicacious judge of himself.

Here are the familiar, and, more interestingly, some less familiar, shots of crowds in Hyde Park in London at George VI’s coronation, of picnickers on the banks of the Marne in France and whores in Valencia, Spain. Here are the Mexican street urchins from Juchitán and the beggars in Mexico City; the portraits of Matisse in bed in Nice (still glued to a now-restored scrapbook page) and of Bonnard, a fragile bird, stooped and wrapped in a scarf at Le Cannet.

The Gare St. Lazare puddle-jumper photograph is here too, uncropped and a little hard to decipher on a scale barely larger than a postage stamp. Cartier-Bresson rarely cropped pictures, but in this case it made the difference between another variation on a clichéd subject and a landmark in the history of photography.

The picture of a bicyclist zooming past the bottom of a winding staircase in Hyères, near Marseilles, is also here, its symmetry of coiled vectors, like nearly everything he did, caught as if miraculously on the fly. The world was full of eloquent rhymes and mysterious patterns, if you had the eyes to notice them. That was his message, and you see in the scrapbook how he tested one angle, then another, looking for a picture that, in a sense, he already had in his mind’s eye, then composing, in an instant, what finally materialized.

His taste for uncanny detail linked him to Surrealism and Surrealist wit, but unlike many Surrealists, he remained committed to human values. Boys mug at his camera. Prostitutes swan. Their gazes equalize them with us.

From Munkacsi he took a playfulness and graphic pizzazz, and added layer upon layer of visual complexity, held together by the most rigorous form, an inheritance of his training as a painter.

Munkacsi, by contrast, was self-taught, a creature of his own devising. Unlike Cartier-Bresson he used a box camera to capture spontaneity. “Martin Munkacsi: Think While You Shoot!” (the title borrows from an article he wrote in 1935 for Harper’s Bazaar) is not the first Munkacsi show. “Style in Motion” at the International Center of Photography in 1979, a couple of gallery shows by the dealers Daniel Wolf and Howard Greenberg, and a survey at the Fashion Institute of Technology in the early 90’s somehow didn’t revive his name.

This is the most complete retrospective, with a thick catalog (not too well researched) and dozens of vintage prints from the 1920s through the early ’60s. It relies on a collection painstakingly amassed over the years by F. C. Gundlach (he also edited the catalog) and on archives from Ullstein, the German publisher. Joan Munkacsi, the photographer’s daughter, has shared what she could about a father who died when she was young. Many of Munkacsi’s archives have been lost or scattered to the winds, so this may be the best overview we’re likely to get.

He was born Marton Mermelstein in 1896. As a teenager in Budapest, he wrote gossip, news and poems for local newspapers and magazines, and to illustrate them picked up a camera. By the mid-1920s he had become a prominent photographer in Hungary.

He favored scenes of daily life, absorbing avant-garde ideas about odd angles and abstract compositions. His sports photographs epitomized his special gift for action and movement: capturing a soccer ball just as it neared a goalie’s outstretched hands or a motorcyclist at the instant he splashed through a pool of water.

In 1928 he moved to Berlin, where the opportunities were better, and traveled the world on assignment for Ullstein, not just to Africa but also to Brazil, Algeria and Egypt. He made bird’s-eye views from zeppelins above the ocean and close-ups of mosquitoes carrying yellow fever in Rio de Janeiro.

He celebrated Leni Riefenstahl, flushed and sweaty, dashing down the ski slopes, and his version of a puddle-jumper became a classic. At the time pictures of athletic girls strolling the beach in sexy bathing suits or carrying striped umbrellas looked startling; respectable magazines didn’t show women with their knees apart.

The Nazis were already identifying Jewish photographers and Jewish-run publishers like Ullstein when Munkacsi did a spread on Hitler and Goebbels in Potsdam, showing an immaculate column of Nazi soldiers on the march. He clearly wasn’t political, or especially clairvoyant, and an argument in the catalog that these pictures slyly criticized Hitler ignores plain sight.

Munkacsi was a stylist, and he made catchy images the only way he knew how, in a modernist mode, which, being an opportunistic form, could serve any master. Shortly after that he left for the United States. On a trip to New York near the end of 1933 he was hired by Carmel Snow for a Harper’s Bazaar assignment. His picture of the socialite model Lucile Brokaw running down a Long Island beach in a bathing suit and cape introduced a whole new vocabulary of vigor and action to American fashion.

The next year Snow signed him to a contract. He became a celebrity in America. He photographed Fred Astaire dancing and Joan Crawford poolside. In Brodovitch’s jazzy layouts, the work looked brilliant.

So what went wrong? Munkacsi suffered a constellation of misfortunes. A daughter died. He separated from his second wife. He moved to Ladies’ Home Journal, where his work suffered. Then he had a heart attack and had to cut back on assignments. His contract at Ladies’ Home Journal wasn’t renewed. He tried screenplays and film. He began his own version of a scrapbook, an autobiography of recycled pictures he hoped to publish but never finished called “The Fabulous World of Munkacsi.”

After another divorce, alimony payments piled up while he squandered his fortune. When he died there was only a half-eaten can of spaghetti, with a fork still in it, in his refrigerator.


More to the point, he may have done all he could with photography. A pioneer in the 20s and 30s, he invented a universe that was glamorous, yet limited. In the show you can see him become repetitious and run out of ideas. His serious work was never tremendously deep.

But he passed on to fashion photographers like Richard Avedon a way of packaging beauty. In Harper’s Bazaar, Avedon paid one of the few tributes when Munkacsi died. He “brought a taste for happiness and honesty and a love of women to what was, before him, a joyless, loveless, lying art,” Avedon wrote. “Today the world of what is called fashion is peopled with Munkacsi’s babies, his heirs.”

He ended: “The art of Munkacsi lay in what he wanted life to be, and he wanted it to be splendid. And it was.”

“Martin Munkacsi: Think While You Shoot!” and “Henri Cartier-Bresson’s Scrapbook: Photographs, 1932-46” continue through April 29 at the International Center of Photography, 1133 Avenue of the Americas, at 43rd Street, (212) 857-0000, icp.org.

Correction: January 31, 2007

An art review in Weekend on Jan. 19 about two shows at the International Center of Photography in Manhattan, featuring the works of Henri Cartier-Bresson and Martin Munkacsi, referred imprecisely to some of the countries Munkacsi visited on assignment for the German publisher Ullstein. Algeria and Egypt are part of Africa; he did not visit them in addition to Africa.
 
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“Operetta Soubrette Rosi Barsony in Her Entrancing Grotesque Dance” (around 1932), by Martin Munkacsi.


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Martin Munkacsi's photograph of German Parliament on March 21, 1933.

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Thank you for the great thread :flower: These are again photographs that make my heart skip one beat. Too beautiful to be described in words.
 
tylw said:
“Martin Munkacsi: Think While You Shoot!” and “Henri Cartier-Bresson’s Scrapbook: Photographs, 1932-46” continue through April 29 at the International Center of Photography, 1133 Avenue of the Americas, at 43rd Street, (212) 857-0000, icp.org.

Thank you for posting the article :flower: ... some more photos from the exhibition at ICP ...

At a Berlin vs. Budapest match. Vilmos Kohut, one of the best Hungarian players, ca. 1928
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Lovely autumn, the last warm rays of sunshine, ca. 1929
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Fun on the beach—Lunabad, Berlin, 1930
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Jumping fox terrier, ca. 1930
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