Johannes Haapasalo

Johannes Haapasalo snapped photos like he was stealing moments—he’d lurk near Helsinki’s market squares at dawn, snapping fishermen hauling nets or old women haggling over herring. He shot in black and white because color felt like noise; the grainy prints still crackle with wet fish smells and leather boot scuffs. Look up his *Untitled (Photograph)* from the 1960s: a bent-over vendor’s back under a single bare bulb, the frame crowded with shape and shadow you can almost taste.