White Angel Breadline
Dorothea Lange was a hard-working mother of two boys in 1932, the year she took the now-famous photograph White Angel Breadline. Her successful business as a portrait photographer of San Francisco’s wealthy families was feeling the pinch of America’s deepening economic crisis. Her unsteady marriage to artist Maynard Dixon grew even rockier as galleries closed and the demand for his paintings dried up. Lange and Dixon agreed to separate, and with her new freedom came a gradual transition: She decided to use her camera not only to capture the likenesses of her subjects, but also to tell their stories.
Dorothea Lange. Employment Agency, San Francisco. 1937
Taking her brother Martin along for support, Lange explored the streets of San Francisco’s Mission District, which were lined with the homeless, hungry, and unemployed. She was concerned that she would anger her subjects by invading their privacy. She was worried that her large camera would frighten them away, that her process would be too slow, and that she would be accused of violating their dignity. But no one seemed aware of her. Not even the man with the tin cup, who faced away from the others on the White Angel Breadline. Hunched over the railing with his hat shielding his haggard face, he seemed lost. Lange was a newcomer to street photography but not to seizing the moment: “… I saw something, and I encompassed it, and I had it.”
Dorothea Lange. White Angel Breadline, San Francisco, 1932. Gelatin silver print.
Collection of the Oakland Museum of California. Gift of Paul S. Taylor.
What Lange “had” was a disturbing but beautiful image that would come to represent the face of the Great Depression: The weariness indicated by the man’s posture, the emptiness of his cup, his individuality obscured by the low brim of his hat, and his isolation from others on the breadline, all adding up to a poignant yet respectful portrait of hopelessness and despair.
“I had made some photographs of the state [of] people, in an area of San Francisco which revealed how deep the depression was. It was at that time beginning to cut very deep. This is a long process. It doesn't happen overnight. Life, for people, begins to crumble on the edges; they don't realize it….”
—Dorothea Lange, interview, 1964