August 2010
“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars”.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald
“I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ eyes — a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.” .. F. Scott Fitzgerald”
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“I’ve worked out a series of no’s,” Avedon wrote in 1994, ” … no to exquisite light, no to apparent compositions, no to the seduction of poses or narrative. And all these no’s force me to the yes. I have a white background. I have the person I am interested in and the thing that happens between us.”
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