END OF THE LINE

As a kid growing up in Chicago, thanks to the vision and skill of an extraordinary sculptor, Malvina Hoffman, I was fortunate enough to stand next to, look and marvel at a spear-throwing aborigine; a Solomon Islander scaling a tree; a young African woman in the midst of dance; a pygmy family from the Belgian Congo. More than 90 life-sized bronze figures were presented in one room for my easy access and appreciation.

Malvina Hoffman’s sculptures - her races of
mankind - are no longer shown in a common room at the Chicago Field Museum but are displayed throughout its exhibit halls.

On any one Red Line car of the Chicago Transit Authority, you'll find Hoffman’s races of mankind, - breathing, shuffling mankind - packed together on their way to some place. Public transportation provides an intimate, privileged setting in which to appreciate people, where the passengers are temporarily stranded in a sitting or standing position.

A random mix of passengers comes together as if they were deliberately posed in composition. Seconds later, the Red Line car comes to a stop, the doors open and the composition evaporates.

I took these photographs on my way to and from work - in the morning getting on at Morse Avenue, a stop in Rogers Park, and getting off at Grand or Jackson, downtown Chicago.

I began with my first roll of film on June 23, 1997 and shot the last on July 23, 1998. I’d take 3 to 6 seconds to frame and shoot and most often shot one to one.

Camera; Nikon N90 35 mm. Lens: 28-70 mm zoom lens.  Film: T-Max 3200

Howard Blume ~ Paparazzi to the people

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