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Weird Shizzle is Going Down in The Big Valley

There’s something really kooky with art photography, and I mean that in the most loving way. Because truth be told, I couldn’t come up with a l...

There’s something really kooky with art photography, and I mean that in the most loving way. Because truth be told, I couldn’t come up with a lot of stuff that art photographers come up with. And I’m not talking about “piss in a jar” type art, I’m talking real visual goodness.

I bought a David Hillard triptych (“Rosemary’s Dock” if you’re keeping track) from the Yancey Richardson Gallery in New York a few years ago, and that put me on their mailing list for eternity. Most of the time I just toss the mail that I get from them, but today, I decided to open it up, and there was some art photography in there.

Alex Prager‘s The Big Valley is weird 60s retro goodness, but of course, it’s all taken in the 21st century. Alex uses a Contax 640 and has a penchant for wigs. I’m cool with that. This is the type of art that makes you say “what the heck is going on in this photo?”

Take for example, this women in a buttoned up polo shirt (ok, maybe it’s a dress) and bouffant hairdo. Oh yeah, she’s cowering in the ocean looking at something too. Perhaps she realized that she is fully clothed on a nude beach.

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Photo by Alex Prager

Or this one with the hot red head with the tall boy. Why is everyone paying attention to something different?

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Photo by Alex Prager

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Photo by Alex Prager


There’s a weird stewardess-vibe that I get from a lot of these photos. I’m calling this next one “Where did I leave my plane?”

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Photo by Alex Prager

This next one is actually my favorite even though it’s not as technicolor as the others. Soemthing about a girl flying through the air on a vine that is appealing to me.

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Photo by Alex Prager

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Photo by Alex Prager

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Photo by Alex Prager

I think there’s something about the staged narrative that appeals to my sensibilities. Like Gregory Crewdson, she’s able to tap into a certain curiosity in her images. It’s gotta be the wigs.

If you’re in New York, check it out from Feb 12 – March 28, 2009 at the Yancey Richardson Gallery. I will.

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