There was a follow up. Back in the 1970s I had some connections in the art establishment and I investigated why the Bill Brandt exhibition was a such poor quality. Here's what I was told.
All the photojournalist style photographs were old and dated from before or during the WWII years. After the war Bill had reduced his photojournalist "social commentary" work in favour of becoming Bill Brandt the Artist and photographer of celebrities. One reason for this was that the class structures of pre-war England had largely collapsed and the social justice struggle was essentially won. The other reason was that being a celebrated artist was easier than being a hard driving photojournalist. Bill Brandt's health had never been robust. Remember that he spent six years in hospital as a young man fighting tuberculosis. This in the days before antibiotics where you naturally overcame TB or it killed you. Also remember that for the last 40 years of his life Bill Brandt was a fragile diabetic. So doing those quirky nudes as consciously expressive art was a pleasant way of forgetting the war years and giving an admiring public more Bill Brandt pictures to marvel at.
Bill was a kind, empathic, and obliging man and sometimes this did not do him any good. When he agreed to send a exhibition to Australia couldn't predict that when the deadline came he would be in very poor health. There was no chance that he could produce or assemble the required photographs. By now Bill was a celebrity himself and had attracted a circle of "helpers". And it was these helpers that ransacked the Bill Brandt archive for pictures to send; good ones, out-takes, culls, work prints, whatever made up the numbers and added a bit of variety. It was pretty well a case of "Send 'em anything, they'll love it". The local curator was shocked but made the best of it. Bill Brandt couldn't care too much. His important business was staying alive.