Sad PoetryWhen I first saw Anna Kahn’s photos, I had a strange feeling, a certain anguish which I would only later liken to what I had felt a long time ago when contemplating the paintings of Edward Hopper: those half-unreal characters, alienated and absolutely helpless, like, for example, in Nighthawks, with the three lonely customers sitting at the counter.But Anna’s experiment seems to me to be even more radical. In Hopper’s painting there are living people, albeit lost in … more