Bill Owens


hether it’s a phalanx of porta-potties slyly echoing the soaring contours of a desert mesa, or a legless vet rolling past a marquee announcing “Russ Meyer’s Production of Beyond the Valley of the Dolls,” few artists have captured America’s quotidian weirdness as succinctly as photographer Bill Owens. These shots scan the warp and woof of the nation: A picture of two grizzled guys protesting Shell Oil in 1977 is titled “We like being on strike. The union pays us to be here”; another image from the same year features a blonde honey in skimpy stripes, the deadpan title reading, in part, “At the Dirty Sally Night Club I earn $80 a night on tips. . . . The outfit is part of the job.” Black-and-white images of Vietnam War protests and counter demonstrations are bookended by more recent color photos of wooden crosses at Venice Beach memorializing the Iraq War dead.

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