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March 04 2012

The Photography of Eve Arnold – review

Art Sensus, London

"What drove and kept me going over the decades? What was the motive force? If I had to use a single word, it would be curiosity." This quote from the pioneering photojournalist Eve Arnold, who died in January, aged 99, is among the various first-person wall texts that punctuate All About Eve, a retrospective of her work. Just how curious she was is evident in the timeline of the projects she undertook in her long career. It takes up one whole wall and makes for an illuminating read, not just because of the longevity of her career – from the late 1940s to the 90s – but for the range of subjects she tackled.

In 1978 alone, for instance, she shot several portraits, including Dirk Bogarde, Francis Bacon and Irene Papas, alongside advertisements for Optrex, the English Tourist Board, Pentax and Rolex as well as assignments on the White Jews of Cochin, Indian troubadours and the London Symphony Orchestra for the Sunday Times magazine. Her work rate was relentless – she was still travelling on assignments well into her 70s – but as this potted history of her career shows the quality seldom wavered.

All About Eve is essentially a celebration of Arnold's life and work, the photographs chosen by her close friends the curator Zelda Cheatle and the academic Brigitte Lardinois, who worked closely with Arnold at the Magnum Photos agency in the 1990s. It's a big, wide-ranging show selected from the vast archive of one anonymous private collector that includes many of Arnold's best-known photographs – a series each on Marilyn Monroe and Malcolm X – and several that are not so instantly recognisable. There are one or two surprises. The first is a beautiful self-portrait from 1948 which greets you at the entrance to the show. Here she looks young, chic and totally at ease before her own camera. As with many Eve Arnold photographs it comes with a story attached. Apparently she was accidentally locked into a friend's studio in Pennsylvania and, bored, began photographing herself to pass the time. The result is characteristically self-assured.

The earliest pictures in the main gallery are her studies from 1951 of a group of black migrant labourers who journeyed north every year at harvest time to work on white-owned farms in Long Island. There are perhaps unconscious traces of the 30s work of Walker Evans and Dorothea Lange here, but Arnold's sombre and slightly surreal-looking group portrait of the farm owners, the Davis family, enjoying a picnic among the graves of their ancestors, is all her own.

Throughout, you marvel once again at Arnold's ability to gain access to her subjects at work and at play. Her many portraits of celebrities, which she called "personalities", are the product of a more open and innocent era, when stars were not so paranoid about controlling their image. There's a beautifully intimate shot of the film director John Huston and his then teenage daughter Anjelica, sketching. Arnold caught a young Michael Caine cavorting playfully with Candice Bergen in a break from shooting The Magus in Majorca, and Marilyn Monroe lunching in the woods with her husband, Arthur Miller, on the set of The Misfits. There's a great shot of a young Andy Warhol deeply engrossed in a painting in the Factory in New York, and another of a luminous Mia Farrow in rehearsal.

I've always been drawn more to Eve Arnold's in-depth reportage, the great commissions she did when she was very much a pioneering woman in a man's world. Again, her ability to be in the right place at the right time, and to catch it up close and personal, is almost uncanny. Her photograph of leaders of the American Nazi party attending a Black Muslim rally in 1961 – they were united in the belief that America should be racially segregated – has a chilling power 50 years later. A snatched black-and-white portrait, starkly titled Divorce in Moscow, USSR, 1966, is powerful in an altogether different way. In a drably functional room, a distraught man looks away from the camera to the right, while his wife stares stoically off in the opposite direction. The body language speaks volumes: his head rests on his hand; her hands are clasped tight, her wedding ring just visible. The physical space between the couple is minimal, but the emotional space is vast. In the background, oblivious, a man reads a newspaper, while another is engrossed in a book. Arnold catches the full weight of this fraught moment, and the universal truth that great personal suffering, as Auden put it, often "takes place when someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along". It's an extraordinarily poignant photograph: the decisive moment rendered just as powerfully, if not more so, as in a great piece of observational writing or film-making.

Eve Arnold was a single-minded and determined documentary photographer, and a portraitist who won the trust of her famous subjects. Her travels took her to Afghanistan, Cuba, China and Mongolia, where she made a wonderfully evocative colour series of young women training to be horse riders in the national militia. Somehow it all came together in a visual style that amounts to a signature: nothing more or less than the world according to Eve Arnold. © 2012 Guardian News and Media Limited or its affiliated companies. All rights reserved. | Use of this content is subject to our Terms & Conditions | More Feeds

November 27 2011

In praise of ... Marilyn Monroe | Editorial

The fascination that inspired Warhol's postage-stamp portraiture and Elton John's outpourings retains its grip

A quarter of a century after Marilyn's death, Madonna was perfecting her Monroe look. Now it's half a century, and Britney Spears is recreating the skirt-blowing scene. The fascination that inspired Warhol's postage-stamp portraiture and Elton John's outpourings retains its grip. There's a flood of books – 600 plus, many of them weighty academic tomes dedicated to the original dumb blonde. The obsession of the cerebral with the celebrity reaches back to her own life, as is affirmed by a new film, My Week With Marilyn: it recounts the condescension of Laurence Olivier and her husband Arthur Miller. So why the fascination with a life that, for all the diversions through tinsel town, stretched from miserable foster homes to barbiturate overdose? There were the looks, of course, and a few performances you can't argue with – Gentleman Prefer Blondes and Some Like it Hot. But more than anything, it's the character thing. Like Dolly Parton, she was brilliant at playing up the things she was patronised for, and had quick wit in a corner ("It's not true I had nothing on, I had the radio on"). She instinctively grasped the troubling connection between being sexy and being vulnerable, and kept herself centre stage even as she lost control. She was belittled as childlike, but it's worth recalling that this can mean straightforward too. While PR men fretted over nude photos from the star's past, Monroe said that she'd needed the money to pay the rent. For all the artifice, a glimmer of integrity shone through. © 2011 Guardian News and Media Limited or its affiliated companies. All rights reserved. | Use of this content is subject to our Terms & Conditions | More Feeds

April 01 2011

The month in photography

Our guide to the month's best photo exhibitions and books – including works by Paul Graham, Lee Miller, Michael Ackerman and Margaret Bourke-White

March 23 2011

When Hollywood stars were portrayed as gods

Exhibition of super-glamorous photographs will show big-name actors in the years when film studios ruled their lives

Nearly 70 super-glamorous photographs harking back to the days when film stars radiated, glowered and sizzled are to go on show this summer at the National Portrait Gallery.

Called Glamour of the Gods, the show will examine how Hollywood stars were created between 1920 and 1960, a period when studios controlled every aspect of their actors' lives.

The pictures are from the London-based John Kobal Foundation and include portraits of Marlon Brando, Rock Hudson, Marlene Dietrich, Elizabeth Taylor and Marilyn Monroe.

The photographers include George Hurrell, Laszlo Willinger, Bob Coburn, Ruth Harriet Louise and one of the few Britons working for the studios, Davis Boulton.

There will also be previously unseen studio portraits of actors including Clark Gable, Joan Crawford and Carole Lombard – and film stills including Lillian Gish in The Wind, Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers in Swing Time and James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause.

The show, organised by the Santa Barbara Museum of Art in California, will explore pre-paparazzi times when the studio star system meant actors were always depicted as impossibly glamorous and inaccessible.

Glamour of the Gods: Hollywood Portraits is at the National Portrait Gallery, London, from 7 July to 23 October.

Photograph: George Hurrell © Guardian News & Media Limited 2011 | Use of this content is subject to our Terms & Conditions | More Feeds

March 04 2011

The month in photography

Our guide to the month's best photo exhibitions and books – including works by W Eugene Smith, Joel Meyerowitz, Darcy Padilla and Lee Miller

December 10 2010

The month in photography

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The month in photography

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April 03 2010

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