The fine art photography world lost a major figure last week in the passing of Alan Klotz. The venerable New Yorker was a larger than life presence amongst art dealers, both through his personality and his huge breadth of knowledge. As I scrolled through recent emails between us, I found myself giggling, as I often did when we would see each other. He wrote well and often. He spoke fantastic French, his speed oftentimes putting mine to shame, and when I obviously wasn’t feeling well at an art fair in DC once (I was pregnant but not telling), he brought me ginger snaps he said would help. I bought three prints from Alan in the last few months, one of which was, very fittingly, Glass Distortion, 1943 by André Kertesz.
Here’s to you, Alan. You will be missed.
Glass Distortion, 1943
André Kertész
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The fine art photography world lost a major figure last week in the passing of Alan Klotz. The venerable New Yorker was a larger than life presence amongst art dealers, both through his personality and his huge breadth of knowledge. As I scrolled through recent emails between us, I found myself giggling, as I often did when we would see each other. He wrote well and often. He spoke fantastic French, his speed oftentimes putting mine to shame, and when I obviously wasn’t feeling well at an art fair in DC once (I was pregnant but not telling), he brought me ginger snaps he said would help. I bought three prints from Alan in the last few months, one of which was, very fittingly, Glass Distortion, 1943 by André Kertesz.
Here’s to you, Alan. You will be missed.
Glass Distortion, 1943
André Kertész
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