The Shock of Robert Frank’s “The Americans”
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A better way for this kind if thing is to look at people's shoebox collections. There is no ulterior narrative and it’s more personal to each producer. They’re not iconic, they don’t have the imprimatur of a known great, but they are an honest look at times and places.
What is the "bad sense"?
Surely personal photo collections also have a narrative, albeit one focused on the life of the photographer?
When a photographer goes on a project which may end up as a book or exhibit in a gallery, it has no comparison to the vernacular POV. They may have statements, but typically have a predefined purpose and also will curate heavily. In a book like Frank’s you may see maybe 1% of the pictures taken during that project, if even that.
The bad sense of narrative is beside telling a story it has a known and purposeful bias.