File: DOC, 1. At the age of fourteen, she met Allan Arbus and they were married four years later. They became fashion photographers and, for a number of years, worked for most of the major fashion magazines in the United States. In , Diane studied photography with Lisette Model who, Diane Arbus was born in child of three and her father, gave her the license to seriously pursue her own work. She received Guggenheim Fellowships in and
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File: DOC, 1. At the age of fourteen, she met Allan Arbus and they were married four years later. They became fashion photographers and, for a number of years, worked for most of the major fashion magazines in the United States. In , Diane studied photography with Lisette Model who, Diane Arbus was born in child of three and her father, gave her the license to seriously pursue her own work.
She received Guggenheim Fellowships in and A year later some of the results of in a sense, by John Szarkowski at The Museum of Modem Art in a show representing the works of three photographers and entitled "New Documents.
Her photographs have since been included in the permanent collections of museums throughout the United States and Europe, In , she made a portfolio of ten of her photographs which was to be the first of a series of limited editions of her work. Diane Arbus committed suicide on July 26, In July she was the first American photographer to be exhibited at the Venice Biennale, those projects were exhibited but an artist.
Her concern was not to buttress make pictures. She loved photography for the performs each day by accident, and respected it for the precise inten- Diane Arbus was not a theorist philosophical positions but to miracles it tional tool that it could be, given talent, intelligence, dedication and discipline. Her pictures challenge the basic assumptions on which most so-called documentary photography has been assumed to rest. They are concerned with private rather than social realities, with psychological rather than visual coherence, with the prototypical and mythic rather than the topical and temporal.
Her real subject is no less than the uniq; ue interior lives of those she photographed. John Szarkowski, Director, Department of Photography, The Museum of Modern Art When Diane Arbus died last year, she had already become a legend and an inamong serious photographers of the younger generation.
In her pictures nothing camera with process. They are fully aware of the picture-making collaborate. It is this element of participation, this suggestion of a between the subject and the photographer, that gives these pictures their great dignity. And it is their dignity that is, I think, the source of their power.
Ley and Mr. Germer of Agfa-Gevaert who donated Portriga photographic paper; Sidney Rapoport and his team who made it the best and the thousands of people who met and were photographed by Diane Arbus.
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And not the same as your own. Sometimes they show something felt, or oddly different. But in a way this scrutiny has to do with 3 not evading facts, not evading what Freaks was a thing terrific quite I photographed a kind of excitement for me.
It was one of the first used to adore them. Like a person in a fairy tale answer things their test in life. Fm very little drawn to photographing people that are known or even subjects that are known. They fascinate me when Fve barely heard of them and the minute they get public, I become terribly blank about them.
You come away and you think. I a else. I I was I remember do with the when you look at at it, had. I was the The director met me at the bus was very nervous. It anybody. Nudist camps was I to like staring. I was never seen that really many walking around with nothing on but your camera. But that 5 part is you really sort of fun. You are. They seem to wear more clothes than other people. I mean the men wear shoes and socks when they go down to the lake and they have their cigarettes tucked into their socks.
And the women wear earrings, hats, bracelets, watches, high heels. After a while you begin to wonder. It gets to seem as if I mean mud One of the things I felt I Get be an empty pop bottle or in a particularly bobby pin nasty way, the outhouse smells, the woods way back in the Garden of Eden begged the Lord to forgive them and He, Stay.
Stay in the Garden. Muck it up. I was confirmed in a sense And the sense of being immune was, ludicrous as it seems, a painful one. The world seemed to me to belong to the world. I could learn things but they never seemed to be my own experience. I remember I hated the smell of the paint and the noise it would make when I put my brush to the paper. Just guys sitting even though and terrific. The best example I know But when you look I totally non-visual.
I diflferent kinds of handicapped people. Anyway, somebody asked me to dance and then began absolutely sensational time.
I to after a while have an One sort of unpleasant aspect of it was that it 7 was a little bit like totally sensational were a really being Jean Shrimpton all of a sudden. But the other thing was that to dance with somebody but He just looked strange. I I asked him if used to worry about being I I It it every month or looking at suppose it because there was nothing about him that looked so. And then he in the used to worry about" — it was very slow — "I Not knowing more. But now" — and just totally his eyes sort of I like work.
We started to was something about him was something like this. She said, "Look at that man. In I this feeling that had the most marvelous time.
Something had shifted and suddenly you Then the woman who had brought me pointed dying I in a looking funny way. Sometimes going to leave you kind of blank. This was a happens very obliquely. There He had sort of Weimaraner He would come and just stare at me in what Kind of a mutt.
Skin would be the same as water would be the same as sky and you were dealing mostly in dark and light, not so much in flesh and blood. I these dots, between to see the real diff"erences that, the idea that a picture all I suddenly wanted terribly things. It to get it shows texture. I mean really bores the hell out of me. I began to get terribly clarity. I It was just like actions, or in an expression of strobe at one time was that mean what made me it.
An actual physical again. People get closer to the beauty of their Invention is invention. They get narrower and more particular of light this some people have and with the you make.
But none of that your else identity. They become methods. Others really intentional. I mean I guess I must know lot and feeling my way into it and into what I like. Composition is coming to restness and other times them. There was something wrong in all of them. You wants. Except for certain ones. I used to think if I could jumble There used it up, or, I it to be this would all go away.
Very often an event happens scattered and the account of it will look to going to be very straight and photographable. Even the whole family, but the I how often room? Unless you them tell work from awkwardness. By to remember one summer The park was divided. If a lot in Washington Square Park. They were had to ask have done It was on the same side of stand in front of I It must have been about I I I And I found it could never work there and then got to know was very keen a few of to get photograph them.
This was seemed I have to sleep with the a million things.
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