Hitting the New York Note
This article is from the archive of The New York Sun before the launch of its new website in 2022. The Sun has neither altered nor updated such articles but will seek to correct any errors, mis-categorizations or other problems introduced during transfer.
Even before September 11, 2001, my wife appreciated the competence and bravery of the men in New York City’s Fire Department. Whenever she passed a parked fire engine or the open door of a firehouse, she would call out “Thank you,” not because the men had ever done anything for her, but because she knew in an emergency they would. Jill Freedman, whose work makes up half of the “New York City: Two Photographers – Five Decades” exhibition at PhotoGraphic Gallery, certainly understands my wife’s impulse.
There are four pictures from Ms. Freedman’s book “Firehouse” (1977) among her 39 black-and-white works on display. Like all her pictures, these demonstrate her technical skill as a photojournalist, her wide-ranging feeling for people, and her appreciation for the urban bizarre.
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