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Shipyard workers in line on street, Glasgow, Scotland
Image Not Available for Shipyard workers in line on street, Glasgow, Scotland

Shipyard workers in line on street, Glasgow, Scotland

Artist Leonard Freed (American, 1929 - 2006)
CultureAmerican
Date1971
MediumGelatin silver print
Dimensions10 × 8 in. (25.4 × 20.3 cm)
Credit LineGift of Susan and Neal Yanofsky
Object number2022.43.15
Not on view
Image Not Available for Mostly small-town teenage runaways, still wearing their mother’s lipstick, are picked up at night either by the police or pimps. “These girls in the picture are lucky; the pimps haven’t gotten to them yet,” said the fatherly office. “They sleep the night here and in the morning we turn them over to real social workers.”
Leonard Freed
Mostly small-town teenage runaways, still wearing their mother’s lipstick, are picked up at night either by the police or pimps. “These girls in the picture are lucky; the pimps haven’t gotten to them yet,” said the fatherly office. “They sleep the night here and in the morning we turn them over to real social workers.”
1976
Image Not Available for The radio call said “street fight.” Police and ambulance attendants arrived to find a man unconscious on the pavement
Leonard Freed
The radio call said “street fight.” Police and ambulance attendants arrived to find a man unconscious on the pavement
1976
Image Not Available for Demonstrations with Communists flags in the streets of Guernica, in the background a statue of the city found Count Don Tello, Guernica, Spain
Leonard Freed
Demonstrations with Communists flags in the streets of Guernica, in the background a statue of the city found Count Don Tello, Guernica, Spain
1977
Image Not Available for The accused and the arresting officer confront each other again the precinct house
Leonard Freed
The accused and the arresting officer confront each other again the precinct house
1976
Image Not Available for A family argument. When the man went for the woman the police jumped him
Leonard Freed
A family argument. When the man went for the woman the police jumped him
1976
Image Not Available for A hot night on the Bowery. Police try to clear the sidewalk of sleeping drunks
Leonard Freed
A hot night on the Bowery. Police try to clear the sidewalk of sleeping drunks
1976
Image Not Available for A suspect resisting arrest
Leonard Freed
A suspect resisting arrest
1976
Image Not Available for Unwed teenage mother with her child and a relative, Manchester, England
Leonard Freed
Unwed teenage mother with her child and a relative, Manchester, England
1974
Image Not Available for Men cleaning oil spill, Brittany, France
Leonard Freed
Men cleaning oil spill, Brittany, France
1978
Image Not Available for The shepherds take turns sleeping nights in the barn to protect their goats and cheese-making tools from being stolen, Sicily, Italy
Leonard Freed
The shepherds take turns sleeping nights in the barn to protect their goats and cheese-making tools from being stolen, Sicily, Italy
1976
Image Not Available for Formerly it was Victory Day during the regime of General Franco, the officers and generals found little change in the ceremonies for Juan Carlos' Armed Forces Day parade, Spain
Leonard Freed
Formerly it was Victory Day during the regime of General Franco, the officers and generals found little change in the ceremonies for Juan Carlos' Armed Forces Day parade, Spain
1977
Image Not Available for The hotel clerk, the neighbors, his roommate of three years . . . no one knew a thing about the dead young man in the hotel room—not even his real name, or where he worked. The man lay fallen back on the bed, eyes fixed to the ceiling, a hypodermic needle in his arm. “How did this guy die?” I asked the cop. “Dirty drugs.” I learned later that he had been a police informer
Leonard Freed
The hotel clerk, the neighbors, his roommate of three years . . . no one knew a thing about the dead young man in the hotel room—not even his real name, or where he worked. The man lay fallen back on the bed, eyes fixed to the ceiling, a hypodermic needle in his arm. “How did this guy die?” I asked the cop. “Dirty drugs.” I learned later that he had been a police informer
1976
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