Franz Seifert

Franz Seifert carried a camera like others carry sketchbooks—always ready, always looking. He snapped photos not for postcards but to freeze moments most people miss, like the way light slants across a back alley or a pair of shoes left outside a door. His untitled photographs feel like tiny time capsules: no posing, no fuss, just real life captured in a blink. In Gallery Tiles, start with *Untitled (Photograph)*—then try comparing it to Helen Levitt’s New York street scenes; you’ll see how quiet drama hides in plain sight.