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Ansel Adams
Description
- Ansel Adams
- 'THE GOLDEN GATE BEFORE THE BUILDING OF THE BRIDGE'
- Signed on the mount
- Gelatin silver print
- 14 ΒΌ x 18 inches
Provenance
Condition
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Catalogue Note
How did a government employee and a parochial high school teacher wind up with a bunch of photographs, half of which are Robert Franks, many vintage and unknown?
That day in 1968, when the Washington Post used Lars Bo’s etching ‘Sunless Sea’ to accompany a mention of Harry Lunn’s newly-opened print gallery on Capitol Hill, we knew we had to make a visit. Another print of ‘Sunless Sea’ was the first work of art we had purchased shortly after our wedding in 1964, and we wanted to see more. What we couldn’t have known then is that, for the next dozen or so years, we’d spend every free dollar we could find at Harry’s Graphics International Ltd., that we’d eventually acquire over a hundred of Lars’s works—including three watercolors from the Lunns’ personal collection—that we’d move into collecting photographs, and that we’d even end up attending a party at the Lunns the day that Ansel Adams received the Presidential Medal of Freedom.
Harry’s wife Miriam is French, and the Lunns, as it turned out, were personal friends of Lars Bo. The Lunns’ then-only-child, Christophe, was just about the same age as our son Christopher. This and our love of Lars’s work led to a relationship that lasted until Harry moved to New York. We went to all of his openings, and I frequently showed up on Saturdays to look at new arrivals, listen to Harry talk about the art world and artists, and share a gourmet lunch and a couple of glasses of very decent wine.
When Harry became interested in photography, it took him a couple of years to drag us along, kicking and screaming. Finally a discount on a Wheeler Survey O’Sullivan got us started. We had acquired two Ansel Adams and some Yousuf Karshes by the time Harry got the rights to sell the Robert Frank archive.
I hadn’t been aware of Robert Frank before, but looking at Harry’s copy of The Americans, the Japanese edition of Lines of My Hand, and the wonderful photos themselves convinced me that these were special. So in 1978 and 1979, with the help of a 40% discount (yes, from Harry Lunn), we purchased 21 of Robert Frank’s photographs. We bought well-known images from The Americans and Lines of My Hand, but Harry also encouraged us to get some scarce prints of early European pictures, along with Guggenheim submissions and a MoMA print of the “other” Covered Car. Harry and I spent a lot of time sorting the Franks into yes, no, and possible piles. Being able to see so many Frank photographs in person, at one time, convinced us of the seminal importance of his work. Harry knew that Robert Frank was THE photographer to own, and although I didn’t always follow Harry’s advice, I’m very grateful that we listened to him about Robert Frank.
One of my last and best Harry memories is from 1980, the evening of the day that Ansel Adams received the Presidential Medal of Freedom. We were thrilled to be invited to Harry’s home for a party to honor Ansel. I can still see Harry scurrying around to get a Karsh photograph prominently placed on the walls before Yousuf arrived to celebrate Ansel’s achievement. More than thirty years later, I vividly remember the thrill of partying with two of the world’s greatest photographers.
Harry’s understanding of the truly special permeated our purchases, including the photographs offered here. In retrospect, it makes no sense to me that Barb and I should have been such avid collectors of art and photography. I blame it all on Harry Lunn. Thank you, Harry. Thank you, Harry. Thank you Harry!
---Charles Reiher