In today's Photo-Eye newsletter, my eye was taken by a mention of a new book,
New Color Photographs from Mexico and California, 1948-1955. Photographs by Paul Outerbridge.
http://www.photoeye.com/bookstore/mshowdetailsbycat.cfm?catalog=tr315
The woman on the cover reminded me of Madeleine in Hitchcock's
Vertigo, so I read on:
PhotoEye said:
The publication of 'Paul Outerbridge: New Color Photographs from Mexico and California, 1948-1955' marks the discovery of a previously unknown and unpublished body of work by one of America’s earliest masters of color photography.
Hmm... "previously unknown and unpublished body of work by one of America’s earliest masters of color photography." That reminded me of someone.
Fred Herzog! no wait... he's Canadian.
Saul Leiter! no wait, he's already been (un/re)covered...
The guys who took the pictures of the Butlin resorts! no...
Etc.
Isn't it interesting that now that colour photography is finally established in museums and galleries, that we suddenly discover "masters" ?
I once read in a book by Larry Shiner,
The Invention of Art, that Renaissance artists now considered to be masters such as Michaelangelo were in fact complete oddballs, total oddities for their time. Somehow the same reasoning seems applicable to colour photographers. They were complete outcasts, sub-standard artists, mere commercial photographers, etc.
The question for me remains whether those "early masters" were missed critical opportunities, or simply artists whose sensibility we chime with, and decide to elevate to the status of masters. Isn't the idea of a master someone who paves the way and has influence? Did the "undiscovered masters" really have influence?
BTW, I absolutely adore Outerbridge's pictures; here's a good sample here:
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