
Still from Pull My Daisy
In 1959, Robert Frank made a Super 8 movie with his beatnik friends called Pull My Daisy. The first scene opens onto a Bowery loft piled with beer cans and “tortured socks” where a railroad break man, played by Larry Rivers, and a painter, played by Delphine Seyrig (of Jeanne Dielman) live. It’s the morning and Delphine Seyrig swiftly sends her son to school to learn about “geometry, and astromomology, and pipoliology, and homologies.” Meanwhile, Allen Ginsburg and Gregory Corso crash the apartment to smoke, play the flute, and recite the poetry of their “secret scatological thought.” Upon the arrival of a distinguished bishop, the poets prove constitutionally incapable of feigning reverence. Squalor never looked so good.
The film is beautiful, not only because it records a lost moment of New York bohemian culture, but because it’s shot through Robert Frank’s eyes. As he got older, Frank increasingly saw himself as a filmmaker, and sometimes even printed his film stills as photographs. “You can’t express what I want to express in stills,” he once said. “In stills you are really an observer. In film you come much closer, by the nature of the medium, to being inside what you are filming.”
How do photographers see film? And, conversely, how do filmmakers see photography? Below are a few books from the shop that, in some way, live between the two mediums.