Sick shot dude πŸ‘ŠπŸ»

In my Instagram feed recently, I noticed a beautiful black and white photograph of a man (or a boy) diving into what initially looks like the air, while a longer, second figure appears to be conversely diving right into the first. After studying the photograph for a few seconds, one soon realizes that the image beautifully captures a single person, lit brightly from behind, plunging toward his silhouetted reflection in a body of water. A stunning photograph, without a doubt. The image was posted under one of those popular, hashtag/feature IG accounts which generally rotates curators and often show very beautiful, high quality work. The caption for this particular featured image of the day said “Big Congrats, Andre! @andre kertesz”. Below the ever increasing counter already registering several thousand likes, I scrolled briefly through the comments; many were the usual, congratulatory emoji or literary equivalents of a fist bump, including, “Sick shot dude!”. However, there was one small problem with all of the shoutouts to Andre for his newfound Instagram fame. You see, this photo was taken about 85 years ago, and “Andre” (as noted in the caption) was the Andre Kertesz…

Dive, by Andre Kertesz