...Henri Cartier-Bresson once stated on behalf of himself, Robert Capa, and Brassaï, “Whatever we have done, Kertész did first.”  
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I wanted to do something my way—with my  conception—without complications. I took the dancers along and  photographed them on a children’s playground dancing. Some children were  playing hide-and-seek and the dancers started to mix with the children.  Look at the adoration of the children in the picture. This was a  fantastic moment captured in a photo. The dancer, which is the glamour,  and the children. the publicity manager sent the photos over to Life magazine. They came back to one and a half years later: “We do not find a place for using them.”
- André Kertész, Kertész on Kertész
 
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One day my mother said, “If you want to go to  Paris, go.” This was a great moment in my life. It was 1925. Arriving  late at night, I and two other Hungarian boys took a room in a hotel. We  were very tired, but next morning I looked out of the window and say my  first subject. I knew no one in Paris, but I soon made friends.
- André Kertész, Kertész on Kertész
  
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A Hungarian friend of mine  introduced me to the editor of the magazine “Le Sourire,” a very French  sort of magazine–satiric, risqué. Many artists worked for this  publication. They had never published photos before. The editor asked me  to do something. I bought two distorting mirrors in the flea market–the  kind of thing you find in amusement parks. With existing light and an  old lens invented by Hugo Meyer, I achieved amusing impressions. Some  images like sculptures, others grotesque and frightening. I took about  140 photographs in a month, working two or three times a week. “Le  Sourire” published a couple of them, and we planned a book, but it had  to wait forty years to be published–but that is another story. 
- André Kertész, Kertész on Kertész
 
 
   
 Robert Doisneau and André Kertész in Arles, France, 1975 © Wolfgang H. Wögerer