Came across Philippe Halsman’s JUMP Book today, and started wondering about what holds people back from being who they really are. We wear different hats for different occasions and play different roles throughout our lifetime, but rarely do we show that most intimate, childlike side of ourselves. The out-of-print book, a 1959 masterpiece in photography and portraiture, tosses convention to the wind and lets the chips land where they may.
“In a jump,” Halsman wrote, “the subject, in a sudden burst of energy, overcomes gravity. He cannot simultaneously control his expressions, his facial and limb muscles. The mask falls. The real self becomes visible.”
How often do we jump at the chance to shed the pretense? Probably, not enough.