Bruce Davidson

Behind the door

People think I love children, but I don’t. Not more than the next person. It was just that children were out in the street Helen Levitt The Helen’s words are [...]

Lonesome Town

In the town of broken dreams, The streets are filled with regret, Maybe down in lonesome town, I can learn to forget Ricky Nelson Between 1958 and 1965 and then again until [...]