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Mitch Epstein
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Beach and Beach
by Kate Addleman
Harry Callahan, Mitch Epstein, Nicholas Nixon, Aaron Siskind, Massimo Vitali, Garry Winogrand at Corcoran Gallery of Art
June 9th, 2012 - October 14th, 2012
Posted
6/25/12
I grew up in Miami in the 1980s. “Beach” has a very distinct meaning for me: body oil, potato chips, neon smears of zinc oxide. Basically, a hazy public square veneered with general tackiness. Apparently, however, there are other kinds of beaches: isolated and clean; rocky and Soviet; grassy and suited to an Edith Wharton-style romance (white linen, straw hats, picnic baskets devoid of Pringles). All are on display, in works that represent more than 100 years of photographic processes and repr... [more]
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Mitch Epstein
by Frances Guerin
Mitch Epstein at Fondation Henri Cartier-Bresson
May 4th, 2011 - July 24th, 2011
Posted
6/11/11
Epstein’s latest photographs, American Power, big, shiny and new, represent the way that “power” in its most extreme and varied forms, is threaded through the very fabric of daily life in the contemporary US. Inspite of their aesthetic appeal, the images are frightening. There is nothing upsetting or shocking about the photographs themselves; on the contrary, they are pristine, meticulously composed, slick and sometimes beautiful photographs. However, what the photograph is and what it sho... [more]
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Life—And Everything In Between
by Emily Nathan
Merry Alpern, Will Anderson, Diane Arbus, Alvin Baltrop, Bruce Davidson, Alfred Eisenstaedt, Mitch Epstein, Louis Faurer, Leonard Freed, Nan Goldin, Gail Albert Halaban, Charles Harbutt, Lisa Kereszi, André Kertész, Arthur Leipzig, Leon Levinstein, Joel Meyerowitz, Duane Michals, Tod Papageorge, Frank Paulin, Anton Perich, Charles Traub, Arthur Tress, Weegee, Ryan Weideman, Garry Winogrand at Yossi Milo Gallery
July 9th, 2009 - August 28th, 2009
Posted
8/23/09
As the summer season draws to a close, dragging in the heat, dragging down the sun a few minutes earlier, it seems that the art market is also dragging. All’s certainly quiet on the Western Front. Aside from a few rumbling U-Hauls making trips to and from gargantuan storage facilities, or the intermittent shuffle of a runner’s feet, the streets of Chelsea are silent. The cobblestones pave what seems a deserted movie set; hot breeze whips fallen fliers against the frosted sea-green doo... [more]
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