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Jacques-Henri Lartigue
Bois de Boulogne Monsieur Folletete,
le Secretaire de Papa Avec Son Chien “Tuppy”, Paris, 1912

Photogravure 1978
Image dimensions 19 x 17 cm

ESTIMATE $900 - $1,400

The French photographer Jacques-Henri Lartigue created a remarkable archive of photographs of French high society at play in Paris, Monte Carlo and the Côte D’Azur. The youngest child of well-to-do and somewhat eccentric parents, at only eleven years of age, he photographed his cousin, Bichonnade, leaping down the front steps of his father’s Paris mansion. The now famous image of the young woman frozen in mid-air is an emblematic image included in most histories of photography. He was one of the earliest photographers to explore the creative possibilities of hand-held cameras in capturing movement. Evidence of Lartigue’s love of flight is seen in his many photographs depicting the speed and drama of new cars and airplanes. Surprisingly for someone now considered a key figure in twentieth century photography, his first exhibition was in 1962 at the Museum of Modern Art in New York. 

This photograph exemplifies Lartigue’s interest in capturing movement, and he methodically described his approach: : “At this spot, where the river is nine feet wide, Monsieur Folletête, swears that Tupy, his wire-haired fox terrier is able to jump over it. No sooner said then done, Plitt throws a stone across the water and Tupy, chasing it, makes a terrific jump. My camera is ready and I take a snap with the little dog’s shadow reflected in the water just below. But Plitt, who is not certain that my shot will be good, says, “Let’s try it again.” He takes another stone, throws it far. Tupy runs…and stops short, right at the edge of the river, refusing to jump. Plitt throws another. Tupy stops again. Three times, four times…This goes on for quite a while, and then a sudden fit of temper shakes my red-haired chaperon. He picks up Tupy and, instead of another stone, flings him across the river.”