Fotografía

A girl dances alone in the middle of the asphalt, arms outstretched, whereas a boy watches, undecided whether to imitate her or resist. Men lean against mailboxes, women appear out of windows, children draw with chalk on crumbling walls. Nothing seems extraordinary, and yet, everything is. Helen Levitt transformed that minimal vibration into photographic matter.

The Fundación Mapfre has now assembled in Madrid, following its run in Barcelona, the first exhibition organized from the entirety of her work and her archives, which have only recently become accessible. The exhibition, on view at the Recoletos hall until May 17, 2026, proposes a journey through nine sections and nearly two hundred photographs, including previously unpublished works, her work in Mexico in 1941, and a broad representation of her little-known color production, which disappeared for years after a robbery at her apartment.

Born in Brooklyn in 1913 to Russian-Jewish parents, Levitt soon left high school and trained as a photography apprentice in a Bronx studio. She bought her first camera in 1934 and soon after joined the Novel York Film and Photo League. Her encounter with Henri Cartier-Bresson in 1935 proved decisive; from then on, she worked independently, and between 1938 and 1942, she took many of the images that placed her at the forefront of 20th-century photography. With her Leica hanging around her neck, light and discreet, she walked the streets of Harlem and the Lower East Side as if not wanting to interrupt anything, letting the city reveal itself before her lens.

Her territory wasn’t the grand metropolis understood in a monumental sense, nor the bright, inert city of skyscrapers. She was interested in working-class and immigrant neighborhoods, the steps leading to homes, the sidewalks where adults conversed and children took over the space. In 1937, while traveling to her job as an art teacher at a public school in East Harlem as part of the federal artist support program during the Great Depression, she began to notice the chalk drawings children illegally made on walls and floors and documented them for years, sometimes too portraying their authors.

Those early images already hinted at a tension between the documentary and the artistic. The solitary figures of the Great Depression had an almost documentary air, but other scenes escaped any closed reading. Her photos indicate real scenes from the street, but don’t tell you what to think about them: you see what happens, not what it means. Late in 1937 or early 1938, Levitt sought the advice of another contemporary master of photography, Walker Evans, who encouraged her to continue and introduced her to his circle.

The use of a viewfinder that allowed her to look in one direction while the camera pointed in another facilitated that oblique capture of the spontaneous. In 1941, she traveled to Mexico City for five months. There, though she continued to practice street photography, the tone changed: the playfulness diminished, and scenes of greater social harshness emerged. It was her only trip abroad.

Upon returning to New York, she resumed her usual territory, but her gaze had sharpened. That new gaze, denser and more attentive to melancholy and the distance between bodies, was what James Agee, writer and critic who had collaborated with Walker Evans on Let Us Now Praise Famous Men (1941), the book documenting the lives of farm families during the Great Depression, was able to read five years later. In 1946, Agee conceived a book with her images and wrote an extensive essay to accompany them. His purpose was to displace the label that had stuck to the photographer after her first solo exhibition at MoMA in 1943, titled Helen Levitt: Photographs of Children. Agee argued that she was much more than a photographer of children. In those neighborhood scenes, there was also melancholy, distance, an acute awareness of urban loneliness. He spoke of “a unified vision of the world, an uninsistent but irrefutable manifesto.” The book didn’t appear until 1965, after various delays and Agee’s premature death.

There is something that recalls Hopper in those isolated bodies in the middle of the city, in the minimal distance between two people sharing a subway bench or a sidewalk. But Levitt doesn’t construct contained interiors or calculated scenes: she works outdoors, in broad daylight, in the instant. Her photographs rely on a dry realism, without dramatization, and on a mixture of slight irony and tenderness that never imposes itself on the viewer. The scenes remain open: they show, but do not explain.

In 1959, she obtained a Guggenheim Fellowship to experiment with new possibilities of color. She used slide film at a time when color was still exceptional in artistic photography and the cost of the material was high. In 1970, a thief entered her apartment and stole a hatbox containing a large part of that work. She started over. In 1974, MoMA projected forty of her slides for three weeks, and over time, Levitt printed many of them using dye transfer, intensifying the reds of clothing or the texture of skin without losing naturalness.

She also returned to the New York subway, a space she had frequented decades earlier. There, she focused on motionless passengers, on glances that meet or avoid each other, on small gestures captured under the harsh light of the cars. From the mid-1970s to the early 1990s, she worked intermittently, until age and emphysema reduced her activity. She died in 2009.

The exhibition in Madrid incorporates, in addition to the photographs, the film In the Street, directed with Janice Loeb and James Agee, and a projection of her color slides. The whole allows one to understand why, for years, she was considered the “unofficial poet laureate” of New York. Not because she sought any epic, but because she knew how to look where no one looked: in the minimal gesture, in the pause between two words, in the chalk drawing that the rain will erase tomorrow.