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Regular readers of this column surely know that, generally speaking, I stand against censorship and in defense of photographers’ inquiries into many aspects of both public and private life. They also know that I draw some lines, as in the case of the posthumous publication in 1996 of Diane Arbus’s pictures (made circa 1970) of […]
Celebrity-mourning appears to enjoy an extremely short half-life, if we gauge it by the rapid decline in commemorative oomph of public “outpourings of grief” over the 1997 death of Princess Diana and the 1999 demise of John F. Kennedy, Jr. The muted and minor attention paid to them on their anniversaries this year suggests an […]
Having commented in this space a year ago about the media feeding frenzy over the death of John F. Kennedy, Jr., I thought I’d come at that question from a different angle. This rumination is prompted by the imminent third anniversary of the death in Paris of Princess Diana and Dodi al-Fayed on August 3, […]
No one paid closer attention to the media feeding frenzy surrounding the death of John F. Kennedy, Jr. than Steven Brill. In his analysis of the press coverage of that event in his new magazine, Brill’s CONTENT (“Curiosity vs. Privacy,” October 1999),1 the eponymous periodical’s chairman and editor-in-chief considered and critiqued the media’s increasing intrusion […]
(In last month’s column, I spoke about a large photography show I’d curated almost two decades ago, in 1980, for the Newhouse Gallery at the Snug Harbor Cultural Center; titled “Silver Sensibilities,” it included work by Roy DeCarava, Allen A. Dutton, Richard Kirstel, Michael Martone, and Julio Mitchel. One Islander raised objections to the show’s […]
The malignant, lingering spectre of Puritanism stalks the land today, rattling its chains everywhere from the Senate floor to our exhibition spaces for contemporary art. Contemplating this revenant has reminded me of my own encounter with it here on Staten Island, back in the fall of 1980. The Island’s indefatigable champion of the arts, Dan […]
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