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Mirror Images

The work of the best fashion photographers reflects the momentary dreams of the culture around them—but makes a lasting impression.


Shades of Blue: By Glen Luchford for Prada (1997).  

Richard Avedon’s celebrated photograph of the model Dovima posing like a ballerina between two magnificent elephants was made, in 1955, to advertise a Christian Dior dress—but no one cares anymore about the fashion footnote. The image immediately became a seminal depiction of beauty and the beast; a woman, with a bewitching gesture, could tame the wild heart. The photograph evoked circus performers and Indian princesses as well as the stylish women of Paris, and was unlike anything in the serious art of the time. It was light-hearted, not earnest, delightfully silly as well as sublime. When I first saw it, in the seventies, I remember wanting to go there, away from the wan theorizing of art, and enter the fairy tale.

All great fashion photographs similarly transcend what they advertise, creating a distinctive mood or dream. For much of the twentieth century, however, fashion photography was circumscribed by the smallness of its milieu of wealth and haute couture. Serious modernists treated it with condescension, as an inauthentic and corrupted form of art—if it was an art at all—that merely flattered the rich. That began to change after World War II when fashion exploded outward, with pop and youth culture providing many of the sparks. Today, fashion looks less like an exclusive club than like an enormous kaleidoscopic theater without walls. Fashion strikes poses, generates stories, produces surprises, and creates fevers. It toys with movies, gossip, celebrities, history, painting, music, and bits of glitter; it plays, really, with almost anything. Boundaries exist, but only to titillate. Fashion still moves merchandise, of course, but fashion’s shifty face has also become an essential reflection of who we are: Artful fashion is often better than fashionable art. Like Avedon, the best photographers make something lasting from the fancies of the moment.

Fashioning Fiction in Photography Since 1990 at MoMA QNS—a fresh and provocative show—spotlights work of our era with this ambition. Organized by Susan Kismaric and Eva Respini, it begins with an emphatic lampooning of conventional fashion, as if to clear the eyes of the usual imagery and remind you that this is not your mother’s Vogue. In “The New Cindy Sherman Collection,” which appeared in Harper’s Bazaar, the artist depicts a series of demented models vamping idiotically for the camera. Then, in “The Clients,” originally published in W, Juergen Teller demystifies haute couture by turning famous socialites into just faces in another crowd. (Anne de Bourbon, no Dovima, stands beside a rude little elephant.) Most of the photographers, as the curators emphasize, are now drawing inspiration from the movies or from the private snapshot—both important sources for recent art in general. The curators have selected the work of thirteen who have created particularly memorable “fictions.”

Of course, MoMA’s willingness to address—the academic buzzword is validate—commercial photography is itself revealing. Photographers like Avedon and Irving Penn once distinguished between their work in art and fashion. Today, art is where you find it. A fashion house obviously places certain important constraints, stated and unstated, upon the imagination of an artist. But those constraints are not necessarily more onerous than those that a king, aristocrat, or priest imposed upon artists in the pre-modern era.

The requirements of a commission can also liberate the eye, as the rules of rhyme and meter can inspire a poet. A photographer with a job must look outside himself, escaping from the private navel-gazing of so much contemporary art. If the subject is just fashion, moreover, a photographer has a license to explore ideas and moods—as Avedon did with his joyful picture of the elephant girl—that may no longer interest respectable art. Fashion is art’s painted whore. She’ll do anything. That’s sometimes worth the price.

The dreams purveyed in “Fashioning Fiction” are, not surprisingly, frequently about longings in our culture. For a certain form of lost beauty, among other things. A painter like Boucher, Van Dyck, or John Singer Sargent could create a stylish surface seemingly without trying. That was largely the point, that the art remained on the surface. Paradise is untroubled by depths; it is hell that’s profound. Today, few artists can find a contemporary way to convey that delight in surface. For a Prada campaign that could be called “Life Is a Beach,” however, Cedric Buchet did create a blissfully vacant paradise—a surreal world populated by models (above) busying themselves doing nothing on the sand. Cropping sharply and employing various movie devices, which establish a contemporary visual tempo, he integrated them perfectly into their environment: Their garments make a just-so tonal match with the sand. The models have untroubled skin, hair, and minds. They attain their clothes.

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