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Loved the Vanity Fair portraits and found it gave me the dual feelings of inspiration and melancholy most good shows do. I love the early works, the before the war years of ex-pat artists in France, photographs by Man Ray, it's sad the magazine didn't continue to capture the art exodus to New York and the founding of that Art Mecca. Made me long for living the Anais Nin, Henry Miller life, getting by by witting porn between gigs for magazines like Vanity Fair

I also loved the new pics from 1983 on. I loved seeing the evolution of photography. Yes they it had become a more self-conscious art form, but it moved beyond being documentary to something almost cinematic, especially when seeing the elaborate tableaux of Annie Lebovitz, and her celebrity pantheons.

In any event, I'm ready o start lurking among the artists and ex pats sending occasional dispatches between loosing myself in their bohemian decadence.