dianna
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A haunting story written in in beautifully made life-size prints of
subjects that few of us would describe as beautiful--hopeless,
suffering, ordinary, occasionally ghoulish. The fringe of society that
we all know is there but want to forget. The sterile setting, plain
stark white background with natural lighting and the life size scale
of the images, the lack of posing and staging of the subjects, all
come together to show each subject in an intimate, naked, almost
pornographic way. I felt uneasy, as though I were violating the
subject in some way by looking. The detail in the prints makes the
subject come alive. I found myself looking into the eyes then looking
away, as if the subject caught me staring. I was drawn by their
beauty, and repulsed simultaneously. I sobbed when I saw the first few
prints--there was something archetypal about them that stirred me that
I'm not sure I can describe, probably that Avedon himself was not
consciously aware. I had to remind myself that while there is truth to
each image, it's not the whole truth, as we who live in the American
West know--rather, the collection of images together is a story taken
from the West, memorably and artfully told as seen in the mind of a
storyteller.
subjects that few of us would describe as beautiful--hopeless,
suffering, ordinary, occasionally ghoulish. The fringe of society that
we all know is there but want to forget. The sterile setting, plain
stark white background with natural lighting and the life size scale
of the images, the lack of posing and staging of the subjects, all
come together to show each subject in an intimate, naked, almost
pornographic way. I felt uneasy, as though I were violating the
subject in some way by looking. The detail in the prints makes the
subject come alive. I found myself looking into the eyes then looking
away, as if the subject caught me staring. I was drawn by their
beauty, and repulsed simultaneously. I sobbed when I saw the first few
prints--there was something archetypal about them that stirred me that
I'm not sure I can describe, probably that Avedon himself was not
consciously aware. I had to remind myself that while there is truth to
each image, it's not the whole truth, as we who live in the American
West know--rather, the collection of images together is a story taken
from the West, memorably and artfully told as seen in the mind of a
storyteller.