Saturday, March 13, 2010
parracide
Parr slides a Sharpie from the pocket of his crisp blue shirt. He has a look a photographer would affect: bemused, unremarkable, with fleeting but deadly accurate awareness. The room is crowded and the dozens of pictures on the walls range across three decades of his career, sampling from the satirical eye that has made him perhaps the most controversial of the Magnum Agency’s members. [Cont'd.]
[Martin Parr appearance, Stephen Daiter Gallery, Franklin Street at Huron Street]
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