When I was in middle school I had learned about the Frida photography collection and mentally knew that the physical copies of the pictures were out there somewhere in the world but at the time I had put the knowledge of the art into a little box without seeing the actual application to life. I had no idea that the photographs were in the Harn Museum but when I stumbled across them my eyes got a little watery. There they were, the entire collection, the physical copies, the actual face of Frida staring back into my eyes. Through those faces of Frida I saw Nickolas Muray and the other twenty-six photographers, the men behind the lens of these photos. Specifically in Nickolas Muray’s portrait I saw his muse and obsession but also his understanding of how the love affair between him and Frida would never last. Black and white photographs capture the rawness and realness of human connection in realtime. I feel if any other medium was used the observer would lose that sense of authenticity and truth of Frida’s relationship and connection to these photographers that documented her various stages of life. Instead of seeing who Frida portrayed herself as in her self portrait paintings I saw the real Frida Kahlo who couldn’t find from the facade that she created. I saw her suffering, her loneliness, her tears, her strength, her desire, and her humanity as if all of these things are timeless and endured by all.