
The Irving Penn Exhibition was something I knew that I should see regardless of the fact it was not something I would most likely connect with, with the exception of the quality of the printing. Portraiture as a genre holds similarly frustrating restrictions to fashion photography in my mind. It seems to lack depth and is held back by guidelines and the set subject. How could one accept it as enough? However, after making my rounds around this exhibition I found a way to apply my approach to photography to portraiture. I realised that my own interest in photography revolves around creating miniature narratives around each image therefore to create a portrait I must see the person as my story or narrative, as if it has been handed to me.
Moving on, my favourite images in the first and second rooms were those in the V-shaped screen particularly the ones of Georgia O'Keefe, George Blanche and Maria Tallchief, Jacques Fath, and Marcel Duchamp. There was a particularly sinister end of the world type feeling about the Marcel Duchamp portrait. Moving into the following room I enjoyed the slightly cartoonistic image of Carson McCullers, the shadowed face of Louis Sonet, and the Picasso portrait at La Californie. Into the next room, the portrait of Truman Capote, the simple and Surrealist portrayal of Barnet Newman, and the angle of the portrait of Edward Albee fascinated me. I also noted the quality of the wrinkled silver gelatin- printed skin seen in the photograph of Willem de Kooning and the beauty and the shining grey hairs of Carmandelli Orefice. Moving relatively quickly through the final room, noting the portrait of Avedon, show casing Penn’s latest works I went back to the first room to remember the classic ‘Cecil Beaton with Nude’ (1946), the image of the troll-like creature- ‘Angel’ (1946), and the misty and serene image of ballerinas in frothy tutus-‘Nora Kaye and Andre Egleversky’. And back into the real world.




















