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Getting ready for the benefit, book party and reunion at Aperture December 17th! You’re invited! - by Harold Feinstein
I love having book parties! But it’s especially great to head home to New York and the venerable photo foundation, Aperture. I may be 81 now, but good things seem to circle around in one’s life. I was just a young man in my 20’s when Minor White published a photo of mine in one… Continue reading
Coney Island and Hurricane Sandy: Down but never out! - by Harold Feinstein
First of all, my heart goes out to the millions of people affected by Hurricane Sandy. Watching the news from the warmth of my Massachusetts home makes me grateful to have been spared the worst and heart-broken for those who weren’t. I am a New Yorker by birth and by heart, and lived there most… Continue reading
Breast Cancer Awareness Month: Reflections on Art, Hope and Healing dedicated to my daughter Robin Kovary - by Harold Feinstein
In 2001 the Mayo Clinic Art Collection acquired some of my work through The Julie Saul Gallery in New York and a few weeks ago I received a call from the collection’s director, Sally Enders, requesting permission for the work to be published in an up-coming book about the collection. Of course I am delighted.… Continue reading
My book arrived! - by Harold Feinstein
Today I heard from Jason Landry over at Panopticon Gallery that my book Harold Feinstein: A Retrospective has arrived! I haven’t yet had a chance to lay my hands or eyes on it, so this picture will have to do for the moment even though I’m beside myself with antipication! I can smell the ink… Continue reading
Getting ready for my retrospective show at Panopticon Gallery - by Harold Feinstein
This week I headed over to the Panopticon Gallery in Boston to sign prints for my upcoming show, which will open on September 14th. It’s scheduled to coincide with the release of my new retrospective book published by Nazraeli Press. The book will have 80 photographs and cover six decades of my small camera black… Continue reading