Blurring the line between forensics and fine art, Arthur “Weegee” Fellig (1899-1968) captured the greatest moments of his subjects’ worst moments.

I typically get squeamish when looking at photos of dead bodies, but Weegee’s imagery is gorgeous…in a very, VERY grizzly and morbid sort of way. This is a strange thought, but if you were murdered, wouldn’t you want an artist like this guy taking your last photo?

As if his crime scene photography wasn’t enough, he was also quite the documentarian of New York culture and night life.

I wonder if people will look back at the lastnights-cobra-boredom-digital-demons photos with the same enthusiasm as we do for artists like Weegee and Arbus?

- Cornbluth