This month Taschen expelled Walter Chandoha Cats: 1948-2018, “a career-spanning retrospective of a biggest cat photographer.” (Chandoha died progressing this year during a age of 98) In a photographs his daughters grow old, cities evolve, and a particular cats change—but a unknowable, forever fascinating impression of cats remains, prisoner improved by Chandoha than anyone before or since.
“Eye turn is a best level.” To put his subjects, like this stray, during ease, Chandoha met them during their level. Strays were prevalent in a Fulton Street Fish Market area, that supposing copiousness of peaceful subjects for a photographer. New York City, 1959.
Chandoha’s really final sly companion, Maddie, a rescue American shorthair, photographed in New Jersey in 2018. The Chandoha family had dozens of cats over a years, as Chandoha wrote in a introduction to his book. “Sometimes they were a solitary marred potentate, though some-more ordinarily there were as many as 4 in a residence and a series in a barn. Every one of these cats had their possess graphic demeanour and set of characteristics —whether it be enchanting or enigmatic, active or dull — though they were always partial of a family.”
American shorthair, Long Island, 1954 (left).