By Paul Goldfinger, MD, Editor @Blogfinger.net
When I was working in Manhattan at Mt. Sinai Medical Center, that part of town, at around 100th St and 5th/Madison Avenue was still an old fashioned neighborhood. I would walk up Madison Avenue to get there, and on the way I passed diner style restaurants, a bakery, a flower shop, a newsstand and other similar mom and pop businesses.
One shop that always captured my attention was a tailor shop at 96th St. and Madison Ave. I could see the tailor working in the back, but mostly my gaze went to his front window where he displayed, one at a time, a changing exhibit of black and white photographs shown mounted on a board and sitting on an easel.
These images were mostly about his neighborhood. They had warmth, emotion, and beauty. He signed his name “John Albok.” His photographs had an effect on me and stimulated me to buy a Pentax Spotmatic camera and to begin my love of traditional photography. Strangely enough, I never went into the shop to speak to him because I lacked the vocabulary then to say much more than how much I liked his work. I wish I had.
Albok immigrated from Hungary. There he apprenticed as a tailor from age 13-18 and he began photographing there. He served time in the Hungarian army.
John Albok emigrated in 1921 to America at age 26 and immediately opened his own tailor shop at that same location on the Upper East Side. He lived upstairs with his wife and daughter, and he photographed in that neighborhood for over 60 years beginning during the depression.
He was mainly a street photographer and is best known for his down-home scenes near his shop. His work was noticed by important people in photography, and in 1938 he had a show at the Museum of the City of New York where his archives now live. There was a book published about his work. His papers are in the Guggenheim Museum collection. And his images are also kept at the NY Historical Society
John Albok. (1894-1982) never gave up his tailor shop, but he did become known in the world of fine art photography.
For some reason, many famous early 20th century photographers were immigrants from Hungary including Pulitzer Prize war photographer Robert Capa. And also his brother Cornell Capa who founded the International Center for Photography in New York. Others included André Kertesz, Laszlo Maholy-Nagy, Brassai and others from that same era. (late 1800’s into the 1900’s). Robert Capa said that to be a talented photographer you had to be Hungarian.
The Royal Academy had an exhibit in 2011 of famous immigrant photographers from the early 20th century. They said, “The show is a revelation from beginning to end. It presents nothing less than the dark and convulsive story of Hungary during the 20th century as experienced by its citizens, and viewed by its artists, who happen to include five of the world’s greatest photographers – Brassaï, Capa, Kertész, Moholy-Nagy and Munkácsi.
They said, “Nobody could fail to be struck by that fact, in room after room of famous images that they were all Hungarians; that may even come as news. Each was Jewish and each changed his name at some stage, either at home or in exile.”
John Albok managed to be himself, to pursue his love of photography without any vanity; and yet he did achieve some measure of fame.
JOHN BARRY. Theme from the soundtrack of the film “Somewhere in Time.”




Regarding the theme music by JOHN BARRY, listen to the way that the pianist alternates the lead with the orchestra–sometimes in front and sometimes in back. Just beautiful.
This post reminds me of a wonderful morning on Dec 3, 1967.
I was walking to the hospital on Madison Avenue when I passed a newsstand. The papers were outside on a table. I looked down to see the headlines and I saw, “The world’s first successful heart transplant in S. Africa by Christian Bernard, MD.”
You can imagine how exciting that was for me—a first year medical resident on the way to a career in cardiology.
An aside : Inventor of photo booth was I think Russian . He immigrated to U.S. and set up his photo booth in NYC in Times Square . Folks lined up to take their fotos . Very popular as in those days to take one’s foto meant going to a studio and paying good money . Ironically when I ran a photo booth in Asbury Park I would get the paper from Russia. R.I.P. chemical B&W photo booths.
Andrea: Thank you so much for contacting me about your grandfather. It is very meaningful for me when someone says that my work on Blogfinger.net touched them in some way.
When I mentioned “language” I was not referring to his native speech.
I meant that I knew little about the language of photography then. But I regret that I didn’t strike up a conversation with him.
Have you found the book about him? I may be able to locate a copy for you in my collection.
Paul
I stumbled on your blog while doing a google search on my grandfather, John Albok. Your piece touched me deeply. He would have loved to have visited with you; language was not an obstacle to him. I am delighted that you enjoyed his art. I enjoy it on a daily basis ❤️
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Their art lives on but not the reasons why they fled their country. Their children and grandchildren are now turning to the very socialist ploys that destroyed the country that their ancestors fled from. Interesting but sad.