Harry Smith was a part of the “Beat generation” in New York, he was an avant-garde painter, musicologist, filmmaker, but he considered himself primarily an anthropologist. Smith was also a collector, he collected rather odd things such as Ukrainian Easter eggs, cat’s cradles and crushed beer cans. But the oddest of them all was his vast collection of paper planes.
The eccentric collector, spent his time in the 1960s and the 70s running around the streets in New York, chasing paper airplanes that were thrown from the buildings.
His friends recall:
Smith was “always, always, always looking” for new airplanes, one friend said: “He would run out in front of the cabs to get them, you know, before they got run over. I remember one time we saw one in the air and he was just running everywhere trying to figure out where it was going to be. He was just, like, out of his mind, completely. He couldn’t believe that he’d seen one. Someone, I guess, shot it from an upstairs building.”
The number of the paper planes was never estimated because Smith was frequently moving from place to place. In the 1980s, he donated most of his collection, folded in boxes, to the Smithsonian’s National Air and Space Museum in Washington D.C.
Smith was “always, always, always looking” for new airplanes, one friend said: “He would run out in front of the cabs to get them, you know, before they got run over. I remember one time we saw one in the air and he was just running everywhere trying to figure out where it was going to be. He was just, like, out of his mind, completely. He couldn’t believe that he’d seen one. Someone, I guess, shot it from an upstairs building.”
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