This is a belated remembrance of Richard Avedon
, who died last week
while on assignment. He was 81.
I remember seeing an exhibit at Art Center
shortly after The Family
was published. The issue
of Rolling Stone which ran the photographs was the only time I bought two
copies of the rag. As I recall, I cut the pages out of one copy and hung them up. The other copy may still be hidden away in a cardboard box someplace. The show was incredible, with 8 foot tall portraits of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, along with other notable
I also remember the only time I traveled to see an art show. It was traveling by train from Los Angeles to Berkeley (I think that was in 1980) to see the Avedon show at the University. As always it was fantastic, life affirming, and memorable in so many ways.
It's perhaps ironic that I don't remember Richard Avedon as the fashion photographer
, which of course
is the role
which made him famous. But it was as a portrait photographer
that he most impacted me, personally, creatively, and (for a while) professionally. It was through his camera's gaze where I first realized the power
. Others have done this, but he was the one who showed it to me.
Thank you Mr. Avedon
. Your next photograph will forever be missed.