RespondingtotheSubject:
TheCity
ToRobertDoisneau,whohaslived
in
and
aroundParissincehewasbornin1912,
thecity
is"aneternaltheaterwherethe
actionneverstops."Thepriceofadmis-
sionforDoisneauis"allthetimeIputinto
catchtheluckymoment.
Iwalk,and
to
feelfree,Imustbealone.Ifsomeone
werewithme,Iwouldbe
ashamedofthe
lackoforganizationandcommonsense
inthe
circuitsImake.
"Iconstantlychangedirection,come
backonmyownsteps,hesitate.Ifollow
people.Andyet,
Ihave
to
keepadis-
tanceinordertoavoidstampingontheir
secretgarden,otherwise
theopportunity
willbegone."
At
the
timeDoisneaugothisassign-
menttoshootthecity,Pariswas
shroud-
edin
rainclouds,andDoisneauwasdis-
mayed.Butthenhedecidedto
turnthe
weathertohisadvantage,anduseitto
showhowraincanact
"asamirrorofthe
skyandrevealanotheraspectof
man."
Believingfirmlythataphotographer
"shouldneverhesitateto
wastetime,"
Doisneau
beganhisstrollinMenilmon-
tant,aworking-class
neighborhood,and
wentontoSaintPaul, ashopping
area
crammedwith
boutiquesandmarkets.
Again
and
againhesawthebeginnings
ofpicturesabouttoform.Doisneauspent
sometimefollowingaglasscuttercarry-
ingtraysofhisworkson
hisshoulders
preciselyassuchcraftsmenhavedone
forcenturies,"butnothingcameofit."
AtlastDoisneaufound
himselfnearthe
LouvreMuseumastheraincloudsburst.
"Whatluck!Thatsudden
ramafterhours
ofgray,dull,flatsky!Peoplehavean
animalreaction:Theypanic,run,take
shelter.Childrenlaughbecause
theyare
soaked,andthisallmakestheimage."
Takingshelter
himselfunderoneofthe
museum'sentrancegates,Doisneau
re-
alizedto
hisdelightthatacomposition
wastakingshape.Hesaw
that
a
wingof
theLouvreandthestreetlampswere
forminga
streamlinedtriangle.Anddown
theverycenterofthatcomposition,
Dois-
neau
noticed afamilygrouprunningfor
covertoward
him.
Atsuchmoments,whenheknowsthat
theimageisthere,
Doisneauadmitsthat
"thenonchalant,phlegmaticmanthatI
normallyambecomesatiger!IknewI
mustnotmissit.Whenthe
childrenbe-
camefunnywiththeirpenguin-likepos-
ture,thenthebuttonhadto
bepressed."