‘Old New York’ Through the Eyes of Photographer Robert Herman


From 1978 to the present day, Robert Herman has been making pictures on the streets of New York. He is currently working on a monograph of this body of work for publication. His photographs are in the permanent collections of the George Eastman House and the Telfair Museum in Savannah, Ga. During the New York Photo Festival Robert’s photographs will be exhibited at the Henry Gregg Gallery in DUMBO.






  • Teri Kennedy

    I am drawn to the photo of the girl on the train. It is so haunting to me. What is going on in her mind at this moment? Her dress so crisp, white, clean against the color palate that surrounds her. She recoils so not to be tainted by paint? I just love it!

  • The shot of the punkers is pretty terrific. I want to know more. Also love the two ladies with fur. These kind of images only come about after many hours/years on the street, and a commitment to one’s craft.

  • Dana Kubanda

    I love the Buddha-like child with ‘the hair’. It is a shame that – in these times – this kind of candid, public -place work causes irrational fear, panic and senseless confrontation, often with law enforcement.

  • I like these. Good work. Very cool.

  • Thanks for all the positive feedback on my work.
    The Misfits was shot in 1980 on 2nd Ave near St. Marks Place. The two ladies was taken in midtown in 1981. The Boy with the wild hair was also in 1981 in Little Italy and the young woman on the train was made in 1985 on the R train in Long Island City. I love to shoot on the train when it is above ground with natural light.

  • Wonderful images. Did you always approach your subjects Robert? Or were they more often taken without them knowing?

  • Love the ladies in the fur hats. I wonder what she was thinking?

  • Vermeer meets Robert Frank . . . or maybe Ansel Adams does Street Photography. . . . This is something utterly new, fabulous and iconic in the sense of adding something to the Art of Photography. I can die happy knowing that the torch of real grace has been passed on. Not that I ever rose above a wanna be. I’ve just driven over my cameras and given up. Call the crematorium I’m done.

  • A H

    Great work. Captures the soul of the city.

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