By Alexis Soloski
By Molly Grogan
By R. C. Baker
By Christian Viveros-Fauné
By Alexis Soloski
By Alexis Soloski
By Lilly Lampe
At this time of year, there's no time to waste, so can we just get right down to it? What follows is a wildly idiosyncratic selection of photography books that should satisfy the most discriminating, most difficult, and most decadent people on your list.
Like Other Pictures(Twin Palms, $50), Thomas Walther's endlessly engaging album of vintage snapshots and other found images, Peek: Photographs From the Kinsey Institute(Arena, $60) is a book of vernacular photos, nearly all of them taken by enthusiastic amateurs or minimally talented "professionals." But Peek has just one thing on its mind: sex. Though the Kinsey Institutewhich began to amass these pictures in the late 1930s before issuing its groundbreaking studies on human sexual behaviorwasn't particularly interested in the sort of witty connoisseurship that shaped the Walther collection, its archive of 75,000 photos is nothing if not focused. The depth and range of that focus is what makes the book so fascinating. With pungent examples from anonymous 19th-century porn to '60s Polaroids (and stops along the way for George Platt Lynes, Wilhelm von Gloeden, and Judy Dater), Peekis not just an unhurried history of the hard-on and the spread beaver; it's also an unexpectedly tender, occasionally hilarious survey of sexual variety.
Platt Lynes's erotic work gets more extensive attention in a hefty new book from Taschen ($39.95, with an essay by David Leddick). A recent addition to the publisher's ongoing series of smartly designed, surprisingly inexpensive monographs, George Platt Lynesfeatures one of the photographer's most suggestive queer images on its cover and doesn't stint on the almost exclusively male nudity inside. But it also includes solid sections of his fashion, portraiture, and ballet work, as well as his fanciful interpretations of mythology. If Platt Lynes's brand of glam stylizationsometimes cool, sometimes overheatedis decidedly mid-century modern, his frank, horny take on the male body hasn't dated a bit. For a really generous gift, pair the Platt Lynes with Taschen's other new book of Eugene Atget's sublime Paris views or one of its earlier entries in this series, which includes Karl Blossfeldt, Paul Outerbridge, Edward S. Curtis, and August Sander (all $39.95).
Continuing in the wide world of stylized homoeroticism, there's the luxe limited edition of John Dugdale's The Clandestine Mind(volume III of 21st, the Journal of Contemporary Photography, $150), the latest and largest collection of the artist's neoclassic cyanotypesa must for the serious romantic on your list. Just as romantic, but in the raffishly laid-back style that has become his trademark, is Bruce Weber's Shufly(Little Bear, $75), the catalog to his current show at Robert Miller, and another meditation on masculinity from a photographer whose quest for the ideal boy ishappily for his considerable cultnever ending.
A similar, if rather less self-consciously aestheticized, quest led Mel Roberts to Los Angeles in the '60s. Like Bruce Bellas and Bob Mizer, L.A. physique photographers of an earlier generation, Roberts found a town swarming with aspiring model-actor-hustlers, and hundreds of the youngest ended up in front of his camera wearing nothing but big grins and silly mesh posing straps. This strikingly ordinary cross section of frisky jailbait and jaded twentysomethings, photographed outdoors in oversaturated (and distinctly vintage) color, makes Roberts's California Boys(FotoFactory, $50) the season's guiltiest pleasure. Because Roberts made pictures of the boys in street clothesor some twisted '70s version thereofthe book is also a stylist's wet dream; there are enough appliquéd bell-bottom jeans, distressed-denim jackets, and psychedelic hip-huggers here to inspire several seasons of retro-trash runway shows.
Even iller inspiration is to be found in Karlheinz Weinberger's Photos 1954-1995 (Scalo, $49.95), a remarkable trove of obsessive documentation by a Swiss amateur photographer whose prime subject was Zurich's rebel teens. Modeling themselves on American bikers but reduced to revving up scrawny mopeds, these would-be outlaws turned their thwarted energy to fashion outrage. For several years in the early '60s, Weinberger's apartment became part clubhouse, part photo studio for these style hoodlums, and many of the book's most irresistible images were made against improvised seamless backdrops in his petit bourgeois rooms. Here, boys with long, slicked-back hair and girls with lacquered beehives posed in their ripped, painted, and studded denim and leather, often accessorized with homemade metal Elvis Presley belt buckles and heavy chains. Boys tied scarves around their legs and closed the unzipped crotches of their jeans with twine or, for an especially brutal touch, nuts and bolts. Weinberger traveled with this band of outsiders to holiday parks and fairgrounds, photographing them with an insider's eye for vulnerability, charm, and anxiety. Though his later color work with more traditional Swiss motorcycle cliques rarely yields this sort of vivaciousness or poignancy, it has terrific moments, too. Weinberger has male bonding down coldand hot.
For fashion of a more mainstream sort, there's a neat old school/new school pairing: The first monograph devoted to Louise Dahl-Wolfe(Abrams, $45) is a seductively designed tribute to one of the first important women photographers working in fashionand workingis the operative word. Beginning late in the '30s and continuing for more than two decades, Dahl-Wolfe turned out an astonishing number of drop-dead covers and editorial pages for Harper's Bazaar, many of them in color so rich you can almost taste it. Even the best of those photographs have a relic-like quality these days, but Dahl-Wolfe's feel for the sensuous in flesh and fabric will never get musty. Pushing into fashion's computer-driven frontierland, the photographers included in The Impossible Image: Fashion Photography in the Digital Age(Phaidon, $39.95) are creating the genre's most arresting dreamscapes. Morphmasters like Nick Knight, Sølve Sundsbø, Norbert Schoerner, Inez van Lamsweerde, and Stephane Sednaoui are showcased with extended spreads rather than individual images, so their hallucinatory manipulations have time to sink into excite and disturb.