In 1974, when a young Jonathan Becker met Brassaï for the first time, the veteran photographer was depressed. “You have to understand,” he said over lunch at Paris’s Place Denfert-Rochereau, “all my friends are dead.”
Pablo Picasso had died from a pulmonary embolism in April 1973, in Mougins. Marcel Duchamp and Jaime Sabartés had died in 1968. The moping didn’t deter Becker. He was a lively 19-year-old who had taken a summer class at Harvard and had secured a meeting with Brassaï by mailing his thesis to the master’s mailbox.