He did with everything 8×10; you couldn’t afford to make duplicate exposures. He never did.

“I knew I really didn’t look that good, and that Edward had glorified me,” Ms. Wilson said later, as recounted in The Model Wife, a 1999 study by Arthur Ollman of nine photographers and their images of their wives, “but it was a very pleasant thing to be glorified and I couldn’t wait to go back for more."

went to a wonderful lecture today.
john maruoka spoke on the work of

charis wilson (above) served as
driver & grant writer (as well as ghost
writer, it seems) for mr. weston. they
were married from 1939 to 1946.

mr. maruoka's lecture was far more
illuminating than this post, but
i'd have to unscramble my notes
to share that with you. hope the
links will suffice, for now.

photo: here
quote, post title: here


  1. In "Apollos's Angels," the argument is plausibly made, that we now probably know all of the great ballets that will ever be choreographed. With the eclipse of emulsion photography, we are on the cusp of knowing already who our greatest artists of the photograph are. With progress like this you can anticipate stopping, any day now, apologising for not offering more words. Still, having less to teach the children must be counted as fair compensation for the remorse of embracing their deprivation. The schools, we read, are giving out i-Pads.

    This is a great, great posting. Don't extend it, don't amend it.

  2. glorified

    a word we have almost entirely forgotten

    short of religious references.

    i agree.

    beautiful post.