Willy Ronis, whose lyric black-and-white photographs
of courting couples, busy street scenes and children at play lent a
gentle but enduring mystique to postwar, working-class Paris, died in
Paris on Saturday. He was 99.
Mr. Ronis, like his colleagues Robert Doisneau,
Henri Cartier-Bresson and Brassaï, wandered the streets of Paris, open
to serendipity, which usually found him. His carefully composed images
showed ordinary people doing ordinary things, unaware that immortality
was just a camera click away.
Read the complete obituary in The New York Times.