Edward J. Kelty, Congress of Freaks
By Tom Kwas
As a postscript to a "Dagors Away" post, this "lens-love" has gotten me thinking about Edward J. Kelty, the famous circus photographer. For those who practice large format, his 2002 book Step Right This Way: The Photographs of Edward J. Kelty is a must see, if not a "must-buy."
Kelty traveled the hinterlands from the 1920s to the '40s, photographing circuses and individual performers, mostly on a 12x20 Banquet camera, as well as some 11x14 and 8x10; he sold the photographs to collectors and performers commercially. His work is really quite supreme. I recently had the pleasure to speak with his grandson at a party I attended in Washington D.C. (he lives across the alley from some friends of mine), and maybe he is at the top of my mind because of this.
Anyway, like many photographers, his life in the business really wound down far before his talents did, and he spent the last part of his life living in a small apartment in Chicago, working at Cubs games at Wrigley field selling beer, soda, and the rest. It was a very solitary life at this point, and he was un-lauded as well as un-rediscovered until after his death.
Story is, and I think it mentions this in the book, that after his death, they went through his apartment, and there was virtually no camera or photographic equipment of any kind, save for a box with his favorite lens in it....
Something to think about when we think about photographers and their favorite lenses....
Tom
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What was his favourite lens?
Posted by: Gary S. | Sunday, 05 December 2010 at 07:33 PM
Superb photo, and the best title ever!
Posted by: JK | Sunday, 05 December 2010 at 07:34 PM
"What was his favourite lens?"
A banquet camera lens from the 1920s? I can't even guess.
Mike
Posted by: Mike Johnston | Sunday, 05 December 2010 at 08:19 PM
Oh, the suspense is killing me!
What an excellent way to end the story!
Posted by: Will Frostmill | Sunday, 05 December 2010 at 08:42 PM
What a wonderfully sad dose of exquisite pathos. A pithy little story of life, loss, work, and perseverance that illustrates Thoreau's famous quote*, with the exception that this man's song was eventually heard. I will have to go in search of his work. Thanks, Tom.
* "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them." Henry David Thoreau
Posted by: Jeff Hohner | Sunday, 05 December 2010 at 08:43 PM
Love that shot up top. I grew up in the tough little city of Brockton, MA. Home of Rocky Marciano and the locally famous Brockton Fair held every year in early July.
I was just a kid but the fairgrounds were about 1/2 mile from my open bedroom window. As I tried to sleep you could hear the loudspeakers as clear as day. The freak shoe announcer, "Alive. See the man with the alligator skin. Alive". My dad finally took me in to see this collection of strange people and to this day I remember watching a guy pound a damn 16 penny spike into his nasal cavity with a hammer. And you think today's piercing freaks are cutting edge? (thanks dad.)
That photo above is great. Look at all the little people and check out the half lady mounted on a stool. Ah, memories of my childhood.
Posted by: MJFerron | Sunday, 05 December 2010 at 11:10 PM
Wow, that is a somewhat sad story. Quite opposed to Gary Stochl's, that was mentioned here some time ago. BTW, Stochl's book On City Streets is big inspiration and encouragement for people like me...not so much this story. ;-)
Posted by: Andreas | Monday, 06 December 2010 at 07:11 AM
You can always find a new body, but the lens you're used to and love...
Posted by: erlik | Monday, 06 December 2010 at 10:57 AM
Recently I've been thinking a lot about what a photographer leaves behind him/herself. It's unfortunate what happened to Kelty's negatives:
"Barth, who wrote the Kelty biography essay and is curator of Siegel's collection, says among the reasons for the scarcity of Kelty photos not only is the abrupt end to his photo career but the type of film he used. Nitrate-based, it was unstable, volatile and unless properly conserved -- it wasn't -- turns to unusable jelly. Many of the negatives that Kelty used to pay a bar tab in New York ultimately landed in a Tennessee collection of circus memorabilia. The negatives disintegrated and were tossed in the trash, Barth says."
Posted by: Alan | Monday, 06 December 2010 at 12:07 PM
A little more about Kelty - http://museum.icp.org/museum/exhibitions/kelty/kelty_press.htm. He shot in the morning, made sample prints in his truck, took orders in the afternoon and had them ready that night before the show moved out.
Posted by: Chris Y. | Monday, 06 December 2010 at 01:21 PM