Word: sunstruck
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...stretching from the 19th century to Ansel Adams, treated nature as paradise, as God's own message board. Robert Adams--no relation to Ansel--loved that tradition but knew it wasn't adequate to tell the story of the new West, full of strip malls and tract housing as sunstruck and flimsy as next year's ghost town...
...sprinklers, swimming pools and palm trees became part of everybody's mental picture of the place. Although he saw it all through eyes schooled in Piero della Francesca and Picasso, you could tell that what he loved above all was simply how of-the-moment L.A. was, with its sunstruck hedonism and emerging sexual freedoms, so unlike the confines of postwar Britain. It's useful to recall that one of Hockney's enduring contributions to the history of the nude--we mean this--is the tan line. That's not something he would have seen very much of back...
Thomas Wolfe once said that only the dead know Brooklyn. He never met photographer Thomas Roma, who doesn't just live in Brooklyn, he gets it. When Roma goes to a public pool--sunstruck guys in Speedos, women unfurling on the concrete--he understands that a municipal body of water is where the eternal elements meet the here and now. When he rides an elevated subway car, he sees a cramped rectangle that's a public square, where people sign the air every time they stretch. And in the simplest black churches he recognizes that rapture is democratic, that...
...front of the camera? After half a dozen uneventful shots of another of Goldin's lovers you sense what's missing when you come across her 1982 picture called Brian in the Cabana, Puerto Juarez, Mexico. He's reclining on one arm in a shadowy hut, looking at some sunstruck foliage through the slats of an open, louvered glass window. In most of her pictures Goldin's friends don't get out much in daylight. With a pensive expression, Brian regards the natural world in a manageable portion about the size you might get through a TV screen...
Another gold coast lies 3,000 miles away, in Orange County, Calif. Joseph Wambaugh makes it the backdrop for The Golden Orange (Morrow; 317 pages; $19.95), his tale of high rollers on the sunstruck expanses of Newport Beach. Former policeman Winnie Farlowe pilots a ferry and works at his favorite hobby, drinking. One day he slams his boat into a yacht. The accident introduces him to a much divorced lady with money, looks and a conniving mind. Before Winnie's head clears, he is being set up for a scam that involves betrayal and homicide. In The Blue Knight...