Eye Witness Photographer

I grew up watching this guy and always chuckled when my family (in unison) would quote his catch-phrase.
I knew he was an icon, I knew he was a journalist, but I never knew about his photography.

Not until the other day when a contact of mine shared this brochure with me:


Story goes...  
John Gonzales, a copy editor at the Chronicle and writer of the Bayou City History blog, stumbled across one of Marvin's photos while researching for a post. After a bit more digging, he realized that Marvin had quite the collection of photos of crime suspects, robbery victims, socialites, juveniles, and domestic violence victims portrayed in raw detail. These photos provided a look at the seedier side of Houston (circa 19050's).  Back then, the city was known as the murder capital of the nation!

Gonzales decided that these photos needed to be shared with the public. From March 24 - August 13, the Houston Museum of Printing History will feature a collection of Zindler's "crime photography" in an installation called "Bayou City Noir" from when he actually worked as a freelancer for the Houston Press. Not the Houston Press that exists today, but a paper that closed after the Houston Chronicle bought it in the 1960s.

Approximately 50 photos comprise the exhibition, one of which is shown below

{Here he recognized a pretty woman's ability to spice up a story. In "Torrid Toni Goes to Jail," his lens lingered on a stripper ("she calls it artiste," he wrote) who'd been arrested for running a dice game. He caught her coyly looking to her side, toward the floor, a position that improbably thrust her cone-shaped breasts up and out, toward the policeman at her side. Zindler's caption declared that the good officer's name was B.B. Schallert}

(above excerpt taken from Chron.com article)