The superb Andre Kertesz exhibition currently on view at the Art Institute of Chicago is that rare thing, an art world vindication that the artist is around to enjoy. When Kertesz arrived in the U.S. in 1936, he was 42. He had behind him a celebrated body of work in photography. During eleven years in France, and before that in his native Hungary, he had perfected one of the camera's fundamental charms, its ability to fix those brief entanglements of form and event that escape the eye. Netting perishable moments in a deft geometry, he practiced photography as an art of...
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