As style.com has mentioned a few times recently, The Whitney debuted its William Eggleston exhibit on Friday, and from what I can tell it looks pretty AMAZING. I'll admit, I hadn't heard of the photographer before, but a quick google search and a scan through the porfolios on his website remedied this rather quickly.
For those of you who, like me until recently, have not heard of Eggleston, you should know three things:
1. He was born in 1939
2. He was one of the first to pioneer color photography
3. He's dead.
Other than that, I think the images speak for themselves. Many have an almost architectural element to them. Lines cut sternly across a pallet of siena and gritty blues, leading to--what? A toilet, an absurd party of car crash victims. There is a sense of magical realism throughout his work. Ordinary scenes: a dinner, a living room, a parking lot, are viewed through a charmed, often humorous, lense that gives the viewer a nostaligic appreciation for the life and times of America's middle class.
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