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&lt;a href="http://mansilla-tunon-architects.blogspot.com/2011/10/46-museu-1999.html" target="_blank"&gt;Trucks carrying&lt;/a&gt; the large, precast concrete letters of &lt;a href="http://www.mansilla-tunon.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mansilla+Tuñón&lt;/a&gt;’s &lt;a href="http://mansilla-tunon-architects.blogspot.com/2011/10/33-fine-arts-museum-of-castellon-1996.html" target="_blank"&gt;Fine Arts museum&lt;/a&gt; of Castellón in order of &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/javier1949/3410582548/in/set-72157616188111205" target="_blank"&gt;their display&lt;/a&gt; in 1999. Previously, &lt;a href="http://subtilitas.tumblr.com/post/18074978589/a-regretful-post-to-start-the-day-luis-m" target="_blank"&gt;today&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;


&lt;em&gt;“As  they moved through the landscape and the towns, the five 
letters formed  a word.&amp;nbsp;The emergence of a word, an intruder, implies a 
culturization  of landscape through thought. A culturization in motion 
that leaves no  lasting mark. An ephemeral action, limited to four 
hundred and forty  kilometres and ten hours of travel.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If you follow art at all you already know that Cindy Sherman takes 
pictures only of herself, but she always insists she doesn’t make 
self-portraits. True enough—it would be more accurate to say that for 
the past 35 years, she’s been producing a portrait of her times as they 
flow through the finely tuned instrument of her baroque psyche. Again 
and again in her spine-tingling retrospective at the Museum of Modern 
Art (MoMA) in New York City—it runs there from Feb. 26 to June 11, then 
travels to San Francisco, Minneapolis and Dallas—you also discover she’s
 made a portrait of you.&lt;br&gt;
Growing up in a New York suburb, Sherman loved to play dress-up. In 
1977, when she was 23 and just out of Buffalo State College, she started
 playing it with a vengeance. For three years, she photographed herself 
in costumes, wigs and settings that drew from the deep pool of movie 
images in which we’re all immersed from childhood. In what eventually 
grew to a series of 70 “Untitled Film Stills,” she took on the role of 
career girl, housewife, siren and woman on the verge of a nervous 
breakdown. Six years before Woody Allen got there, she became the Zelig 
of the collective unconscious, the heroine with a thousand faces.&lt;br&gt;
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“Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.&lt;br /&gt;
It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn’t matter much to me.&lt;br /&gt;
Let me take you down, ‘cos I’m going to Strawberry Fields.&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung-about.&lt;br /&gt;
Strawberry Fields forever.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Using Cierva and Pitcairn designs, the Kellett Autogiro Company of 
Philadelphia, PA, produced its own autogiros in the 1930s, which made 
use of a larger blade area, simplified landing gear, and wider fuselage 
to accommodate side-by-side seating. Interested in a slow flying 
aircraft that could observe enemy forces and direct artillery fire, both
 the American Army and Japanese War Office purchased Kellett autogiros 
in the 1930s. Thrilling armchair adventurers across the nation, Admiral 
Richard E. Byrd flew a Kellett K-3 on his Antarctic Expedition of 
1933-1934.
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&lt;i&gt;Director Marshall Neilan, Thelma Todd, Guinn ‘Big Boy’ Williams and ZaSu Pitts take it easy during filming of the short&amp;nbsp;”&lt;i&gt;Catch as Catch Can”, 1931.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;What &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; happened…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

From &lt;a href="http://life.tumblr.com/post/18071149119/its-true-what-they-say-things-are-not-always" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our previous post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, this is the inaugural edition of a planned series of &lt;em&gt;“Behind the  Picture”&lt;/em&gt;
 galleries, LIFE.com offers some of the marvelous photographs  
Bourke-White made that have been long associated with the Great 
Depression — that LIFE &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; published in the aftermath of 
the  Great Ohio River Flood of 1937. In addition, a number of equally 
powerful,  unpublished images from the same assignment — pictures that 
never made  it into the magazine, but that nevertheless commemorate a 
great  photojournalist, and the dignity of a people enduring what must 
have  felt, at the time, like an age of unending troubles.&lt;br /&gt;

(&lt;em&gt;read more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://on.life.com/wtnpjj" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;g:plusone annotation="inline" size="tall"&gt;&lt;/g:plusone&gt;


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                                        &lt;strong&gt;Liu Zheng,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;A Rural Boy in School Uniform, Fengxiang, Shaanxi Province, &lt;/em&gt;2000.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

© Liu Zheng, Courtesy Yossi Milo Gallery, New York.&lt;br /&gt;

The stunning work of photographer Liu Zheng is also in Yossi Milo’s latest exhibition, First-Look. Head on over to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yossimilo.com/exhibitions/2012-01-relocation-expansion/"&gt;their website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for more details.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Polish coastline is about 500&amp;nbsp;km long. On it, there are several 
sandy beaches, some cliffs and a few villages that are now largely 
populated by depressed fishermen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poland was pretty happy when it
 was allowed to join the European Union, but ever since it’s been in the
 EU big boys club, the welfare of the fishing families has got shittier 
and shittier. Many are forced to sell their boats and open new 
businesses, or go looking for work elsewhere, meaning that the only 
people left in the villages are destitute fishermen who don’t have 
boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what’s a fisherman without a boat? Just a sad guy in a
 cap who smells faintly of the one thing that he wants most, but cannot 
have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://tomaszlazar.pl/project/coastline/" target="_blank"&gt;Tomasz Lazar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who was born in Szczecin, a town just 100&amp;nbsp;km from the Baltic Sea, sent us this set of photographs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I
 know we’re not usually big on artsy, black and white shots of gloomy 
things, but come on, this is Eastern Europe, people there are born 
seeing black and white.&lt;br /&gt;

See more:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.vice.com/read/summer-in-the-baltic-sea-tomasz-lazar-coastline" target="_blank"&gt;Going on a Bummer Vacation&lt;/a&gt;





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Dancers, Mott Haven, August 1979, from the Faces in the Rubble series&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;a href="http://news.discovery.com/history/hitlers-illefitimate-son-120218.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proof That Hitler Had an Illegetimate Son?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

New evidence has emerged to support the controversial claim that  Hitler had a son with a French teenager, the French magazine &lt;a href="http://www.lepoint.fr/societe/exclusif-le-fils-francais-cache-d-adolf-hitler-17-02-2012-1432303_23.php" target="_blank"&gt;LePoint reported&lt;/a&gt; on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;

The man, Jean-Marie Loret,  claimed to be the Fuhrer’s son in 1981,  
when he published an autobiography called “Your Father’s Name Was  
Hitler.” He died four years later aged 67,  not being able to prove his 
 family line.&lt;br /&gt;

But Loret’s Paris lawyer, François Gibault, told the French magazine 
 that a number of  photographs and documents can now support the claim.&lt;br /&gt;

He also revealed how Loret got to know about his parentage.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="http://news.discovery.com/history/hitlers-illefitimate-son-120218.html" target="_blank"&gt;keep reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;em&gt;Image: Hitler with a daughter of Reich Minister of Propaganda  
Joseph Goebbels, 1933 (killed by her parents the day they both committed
  suicide). Credit: Deutsches Bundesarchiv (German Federal  
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© &lt;a href="http://burnedshoes.tumblr.com/tagged/yale+joel" target="_blank"&gt;Yale Joel&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://burnedshoes.tumblr.com/tagged/getty+images" target="_blank"&gt;Getty Images&lt;/a&gt;, Nov. 1951, &lt;a href="http://life.time.com/culture/love-letter-to-nyc-life-photos/#12" target="_blank"&gt;People race from the floor of the New York Stock Exchange during an air raid drill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Yale Joel began his career as a professional photographer when he was
 19 years old, served as a combat photographer during World War II, and 
several years later became a member of the famous LIFE magazine 
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I’ve been looking at just tons of photography this past week and &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;my eyes hurt&lt;/span&gt;
 it’s been a blast. Fall is a very exciting time for photo geeks- all 
the galleries turn the lights back on, and a new season of photo books 
hit the racks. I’ve got several on my wish list, but one I most covet is
 Josef Hoflehner’s &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jet-Airliner-Josef-Hoflehner/dp/3902600063/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1254432167&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Jet Airliner&lt;/a&gt;. What beats pictures that are square, black-and-white, have babes and planes? I mean, come on?!&lt;br /&gt;
Hoflehner has a ton of other great work as well- &lt;a href="http://www.josefhoflehner.com/portfolios.html"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;. He does love the stark square, and I love his consistency. Creamy, dreamy pictures.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Gill Sans Light;"&gt;Award-wining photographer 
Fan Ho has won 280 awards from international exhibitions and 
competitions worldwide since 1956.  Ho has been elected Fellow of the 
Photographic Society of America, Fellow of the Royal Photographic 
Society and Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts, England; Honorary 
Member of the Photographic Societies of Germany, France, Italy, Belgium,
 Brazil, Argentina, Singapore and etc, and was honored with 
One-Man-Shows in the above countries.    Ho’s works can be seen and have
 been published in many International Photographic Annuals all over the 
world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Lovers&lt;/em&gt; by Weegee&lt;/div&gt;
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There is a very extensive Weegee exhibition called &lt;a href="http://www.icp.org/museum/exhibitions/weegee-murder-my-business" target="_blank"&gt;Murder Is My Business&lt;/a&gt; at the International Center of Photography right now. It’s pay what you want every Friday from 5-8pm.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;New York City — For us here at LIFE, it’s the place we call home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

From the countless images of the Big Apple stored away in its 
unparalleled archives, LIFE here presents a small selection of classic 
black-and-white photos that show off the the spirit, the architecture, 
the culture (high and decidedly low) of Gotham — visual testaments to a 
city that, through darkness and in light, remains &lt;em&gt;one of a kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;see more&lt;/em&gt; — &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://life.time.com/culture/love-letter-to-nyc-life-photos/#ixzz1mZi9xXSq" target="_blank"&gt;Love Letter to NYC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Le Secret, Eglantine et Laurence&lt;/div&gt;
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photo by Jean-Philippe Charbonnier, Paris 1979&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;© &lt;a href="http://burnedshoes.tumblr.com/tagged/john+malmin" target="_blank"&gt;John Malmin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ca. 1969, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://framework.latimes.com/2012/02/13/a-sea-of-beetles/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A sea of Volkswagen vehicles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A sea of Volkswagen vehicles – mostly the famous Beetle model — sit 
at Terminal Island after unloading from a ship. In 1969, Beetle sales in
 the United States peaked at 367,607. By 1977, the model had been 
discontinued — annual sales having dropped below 50,000.&amp;nbsp; Taken from the
 Goodyear blimp, this image by staff photographer John Malmin was 
published as stand-alone art in the Jan. 13, 1969, L.A. Times.&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The Volkswagen was officially named the KdF-Wagen by Hitler when the 
project was officially announced in 1938. The name refers to ‘Kraft 
durch Freude’ (‘Strength Through Joy’), the official leisure 
organization of the Third Reich. After World War II, the car was known 
as the Volkswagen Type 1, but became more commonly known as the Beetle.&lt;br /&gt;
Just before the start of the Second World War, Tatra had ten legal 
claims filed against VW for infringement of patents. Although Ferdinand 
Porsche (who developed the car) was about to pay a settlement to Tatra, 
he was stopped by Hitler who said he would &lt;i&gt;“solve his problem”&lt;/i&gt;.
 Tatra launched a lawsuit, but this was stopped when Germany invaded 
Czechoslovakia in 1938, resulting in the Tatra factory coming under Nazi
 administration in October 1938.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;“Er läuft und läuft und läuft…” &lt;/i&gt;- Volkswagen commercial, 1960s:&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Frank Oscar Larson: 1950s New York Street Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Frank Oscar Larson&lt;/strong&gt; (1896-1964) was born in 
Greenpoint, Brooklyn, of Swedish immigrant parents and lived in 
Flushing, Queens most of his life. As an adult, Larson spent his days at
 a branch of the Empire Trust Company (now Bank of New York Mellon), 
working his way up through the ranks from auditor to vice-president, and
 spare time on weekends taking photographs of street life throughout New
 York City. He was an accomplished photographer who eloquently 
documented 1950s Chinatown, the Bowery, Hell’s Kitchen, City Island, 
Times Square, Central Park, and much more. This exhibition is compiled 
from thousands of negatives recently discovered stored away in his 
daughter-in-law’s house in Maine in 2009. Soren Larson, his grandson and
 a television news camera man and producer, has been scanning and 
printing the 55 year old images found stored in over 100 envelopes 
filled with mostly medium format, 2-1/4 x 2-1/4″ negatives, and neatly 
noted by location and date in Larson’s own hand.&lt;br /&gt;

According to Soren Larson, “Photographs dating back to the 1920s 
attest to the fact that he was always the family shutterbug. But it 
wasn’t until the early 1950s that Frank’s passion for photography 
blossomed. By 1949 both of his sons had left home, and perhaps this new 
situation, no longer having kids at home freed him up on the weekends to
 delve into photography with a passion.” For the next ten years, weekend
 expeditions around New York with his beloved Rolleiflex Automat Model 4
 camera around his neck, produced thousands of images which he developed
 in a basement darkroom. Some were printed and entered in photography 
competitions where he won awards, but most remained undiscovered until 
the cardboard box of negatives that had been packed away since Frank’s 
death in 1964, was found.&lt;br /&gt;

Larson was an avid, empathetic observer of the life of the streets, 
and in his eyes, the mundane becomes miraculous.  Larson documents the 
changing face of New York City in &lt;em&gt;Under the El, Park Row&lt;/em&gt;, 
perhaps a subtle self portrait taken in a dramatically composed 
photograph under the El just prior to its being demolished. Times Square
 and Chinatown were some of his favorite haunts, at once photogenic and 
atmospheric, alluring and even alien. Times Square was notoriously 
illuminated by countless numbers of incandescent light bulbs on the 
theater marquees and advertising signs.  A state of “permanent daylight”
 made the use of flash unnecessary at night, allowing the photographer 
to merge into the crowd.  Larson achieved a great intimacy and immediacy
 in unguarded, candid shots such as the evocative, worm’s eye view of 
Johnny Guitar 1 taken in front of the Brandt’s Mayfair theater showing 
the film of the same title starring Joan Crawford, and the eerie Ticket 
Booth at the Brandt Lyric theater, the ticket taker’s face neatly framed
 in a small round hole in the curved glass booth, masked with dark 
sunglasses against the blinding lights.&lt;br /&gt;

The everyday person is honored in candid portraits of “working 
stiffs” — policemen, shoe repair men and shoeshine boys, chefs, 
painters, souvenir and balloon sellers, and husky men hoisting beer 
barrels – as honest an appraisal of the human condition as any 
photograph taken by Walker Evans, Atget, Robert Frank, Berenice Abbott 
or Brassai.  In Grand Central Station’s waiting room, a father muses 
with a doll and boxed gifts next to him on the bench, reveal a solitary 
moment in the urban maelstrom of rush hour in Midtown. Portraits of 
children at play in Flushing or Williamsburg recall familiar images by 
Helen Levitt and Diane Arbus in their fresh directness.  Other striking 
and timeless images such as &lt;em&gt;AP Window&lt;/em&gt; show business men huddled
 in front of the day’s news at the AP Building at Rockefeller Center in 
1955, taken just blocks away from Larson’s daily work at the Empire 
Trust Company, while in &lt;em&gt;School Girls&lt;/em&gt;, four pretty young women relax outside in an intimate, almost vulnerable portrait.&lt;br /&gt;

Personal memorabilia and family photographs include a charming shot 
of Larson’s sons, Franklin and David, taken at the Kodak Pavilion at the
 1939 New York World’s Fair where they are posed for the “Kodak moment” 
with a miniature Trylon and Perisphere.  Sadly, on the way to visit the 
New York World’s Fair in 1964, Larson suffered a stroke and passed away,
 of complications suffered in WWI due to exposure to mustard gas as a 
young man.&lt;br /&gt;

Larson’s own camera equipment – two Rolleiflex Automat Model 4 
cameras using 2-1/4 x 2-1/4″ medium format film, lens, filters and light
 meter, will be included in the exhibition as well.&lt;br /&gt;

The extraordinary body of work in &lt;em&gt;Frank Oscar Larson:  1950s New York Street Stories&lt;/em&gt;
 is having its New York debut at the Queens Museum of Art.  In addition,
 The Queens Museum of Art is honored to have been selected to receive a 
donation of prints from Frank Oscar Larson’s photographic archive for 
their permanent collection.  We are pleased to exhibit sixty images in 
this introduction to New York audiences in February 2012.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;em&gt;Frank Oscar Larson: 1950s New York Street Stories&lt;/em&gt; has been curated by Louise Weinberg, Archives Manager.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;em&gt;Frank Oscar Larson: 1950s New York Street Stories&lt;/em&gt; is supported in part by the New York City Department of Cultural Affairs and New York State Council on the Arts.&lt;br /&gt;
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On April 21, 1926, the Duke and Duchess of
York (later King George VI and Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother) welcomed
their daughter Elizabeth Alexandra Mary to the world. Shortly after, the
family
was photographed with baby Elizabeth cloaked in a christening robe, which
had
been used in the Royal Family for generations.&lt;br&gt;
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Arthur Fellig, better known as Weegee, made a name for himself 
as a crime photographer in New York in the 1930s and 1940s, creating 
gritty scenes of the horrors of urban life.&lt;br /&gt;

After ditching his career as a photojournalist, Weegee moved to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lightbox.time.com/2011/11/28/weegees-naked-hollywood-at-moca/#1"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in
 1947. It was in California that he began experimenting with distorted 
images, photographing celebrities, news clippings and even scenes from 
television. Though he produced distorted images of a wide range of 
subjects from presidents to movie stars,&amp;nbsp;Weegee turned his surrealist 
lens on the classical world’s most famous painting, Leonardo da Vinci’s&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;in the late 1950s&lt;em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;His
 photographic homages to the da Vinci masterpiece feature one with an 
elongated forehead, one with a square face and another image with two 
sets of eyes. In one picture, the photographer even manages to flip her 
enigmatic smile upside down.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,2105928,00.html"&gt;Recently, the Prado in Madrid&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;confirmed
 its copy of the masterpiece was painted by one of Leonardo da Vinci’s 
students in the master’s studio at the same time da Vinci was working on
 his own&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/em&gt;. “The copy invites you to see it with new 
eyes,” says Prado curator&amp;nbsp;Miguel&amp;nbsp;Falomir of the museum’s version, which 
features vibrantly restored colors and definition.&lt;br /&gt;

While there are no shortage of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,2106044,00.html"&gt;homages to the da Vinci masterpiece&lt;/a&gt;, Weegee’s surrealist&amp;nbsp;interpretations of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;are
 beautiful and unique in their own right. They also invite the viewer to
 revisit the iconic painting with ‘new eyes’—but hopefully not two sets 
of them.&lt;br /&gt;

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