PICTURES OF OLD CHINATOWN

FOREWORD

My Dear Dr. Genthe:

Long before I knew who you were, I used to mark you in the shadows and recesses of Chinatown, your little camera half-hidden under your coat, your considering eye and crafty hand of the artist alert to take your shy and superstitious models unawares. Later, it was my privilege to follow you sometimes—to watch you playing your Germanic patience against their Chinese patience, to marvel at you, in dark room and studio, working with those mysterious processes by whic...