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"[W]e are like monkeys at a tea party. All of us. What’s more, we are in denial. We finesse and accessorize our self-image..."

"... but those very accessories (in Arbus’s world they may be leopard-skin pillbox hats, strings of pearls, Halloween masks, tight jeans, tattoos, tidy bourgeois interiors, boaters, bow ties or even brazen, dare-you-to-object nakedness) are continually giving away the game. Bob Dylan once mockingly sang that a leopard-skin pillbox hat 'balances on your head just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine.' But to Arbus, who began as a fashion photographer, the various forms our denial takes were not contemptible. They were strange, riveting, poignant. Arbus was as averse to sentimentality as she was free from disgust or contempt. Her insight was not in itself original. Nonetheless it deepened in her hands in unique ways. That she was a photographer and not a painter or sculptor was crucial to her expression of the 'we’re-all-monkeys-at-a-tea-party' idea."

So writes Sebastian Smee, in "Diane Arbus was accused of exploiting ‘freaks.’ We misunderstood her art. Fifty years on, Arbus’s photographs look very different in this ingenious gallery exhibition" (WaPo). 

A gallery in NYC is recreating the Museum of Modern Art show — "the posthumous retrospective that established the Arbus legend" — that was immensely well attended 50 years ago. I attended. And I, like many others, bought the book of photographs. But I'm not going to quibble with Smee's idea that "we misunderstood" at the time. There was plenty of varied opinion then, and it's patronizing to hear someone who was a newborn baby at the time characterize what we were all saying and thinking back then.

The reason I'm not going to barrel down that conversational highway is I'm getting off at the exit marked "Bob Dylan." The line "You know it balances on your head/Just like a mattress balances/On a bottle of wine" has been a favorite of mine for well over 50 years. Such a great image, and the funniest part is that it's impossible to picture. You have to picture 2 things — the hat on the head and the mattress on the bottle of wine. It's easy to picture a hat on a head, but just as you begin to do that, you're challenged to picture a balancing that cannot happen — a soft flexible expanse atop a narrow, hollow column (which distracts you into thinking about sex (in a way that you can't really see)) — and then to go back to the hat and try to visualize it balancing like... what? From anyone but Bob, this would be an annoying failure to craft a simile. From Bob... genius!

So, quick aside: Don't try to take your own "Diane Arbus" pictures.

Back to Bob: "Bob Dylan once mockingly sang that a leopard-skin pillbox hat 'balances on your head just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine.'" Was Bob mocking the "you" in her hat? Read the lyrics. He's crazy about the hat. He's having some problems with the lady, but he's quite enthusiastic about her and even more in love with the hat. Not mocking, I'd say, but being funny, sexually excited, and a bit angry.

Smee suggests that Dylan was expressing contempt for the hat: "But to Arbus, who began as a fashion photographer, the various forms our denial takes were not contemptible." Contempt and denial — denial that we are the monkeys at a tea party that we are. Smee says "Arbus was as averse to sentimentality as she was free from disgust or contempt." But Bob Dylan was averse to sentimentality and free from disgust and... sometimes even from contempt. I don't think Smee meant to take a sideswipe at Bob Dylan, but that was careless. Smee forgot to close the garage door.

१२ टिप्पण्या:

Dave Begley म्हणाले...

NYC and East Coast art scene is so tedious and so, so phony. Greater Fool theory on steroids.

rhhardin म्हणाले...

Anything that talks about "we" is crap. The writer ought to have said "I." That would tend to get rid of any disparaging remarks, which is how the essay is crap.

Rusty म्हणाले...

I like the way she captured the woman from ,"Mars Attacks".

Joe Smith म्हणाले...

Sometimes a hat is just a hat...

Steve म्हणाले...

In a civilized society Arbus’s art was coarse. Now it just is.

Robert Cook म्हणाले...

As someone said, we are just monkeys in space suits.

Carol म्हणाले...

Yes, who is this "we" she refers to?

Howard म्हणाले...

You can't have contempt for an inanimate object like a hat. The cat in the Hat is an all together different kettle of fish.

Rabel म्हणाले...

I'll try again: What is it that "we" are denying?

Also, how can a major platform such as Blogger be as failure prone as it has become?

PM म्हणाले...

The writer misquotes O'Rourke's 1992 "...like monkeys at a salad bar."

BarrySanders20 म्हणाले...

I like black and white photography and realize I've seen Arbus' work without knowing it was hers. Her photos represented her reality. Her best, in my view, are not the overt circus freaks, but everyday people whose photos unwittingly reveal truth.

Arbus . . . understood, as she put it approvingly, that “a fantasy can be literal.” Unlike surrealist artists who attempted to represent what they saw in their minds, she found her fantasy by looking closely at the world around her. Reality is what confronted her camera. “I mean reality is reality,” she once said, “but if you scrutinize reality closely enough . . . or if in some way you really, really get to it, it seems to me like it’s fantastic.”


https://lithub.com/the-origins-of-diane-arbuss-most-famous-photograph/

Caroline म्हणाले...

Diane Arbus was hugely influential for me, when I was studying film and photography at NYU in the early 80s. I really wrestled with the question of whether she was exploiting her subjects. But what gives her works their humanity, as opposed to simply cataloguing a freak show, is her proximity and connection with the subject’s gaze. She is not concealing herself, taking shots of people who don’t know they’re being photographed. She has a relationship with her subject, even if for a few fleeting moments. It gives her work depth and humanity and I’m a lifelong fan.