I've always been resistant to Vik Muniz's brand of merry prankster photography. His pictures, while entertaining, witty, crafty, and even a little amazing, have always seemed like souvenirs—equivalents to images of the Brooklyn Bridge made from bottle caps or strips of bacon. In an exhibition career that has spanned a little more than a decade, this 40-year-old, Brazilian-born neoconceptualist has defined himself as a prestidigitator of the medium—a virtuoso whose manipulations have almost nothing to do... More >>>