Dahling, dahling, i've just been to the private view of Cindy Sherman's UK exhibition, her first here since 2007, and it was lovely. These three massive colour photographs are shown with great aplomb in Spruth Magers London gaff and the private view drew in all the right sorts, from trendy young arty types to proper art people, with proper money, including the lady herself, who is literally Polly pocket sized. Do you remember Polly pocket though? I bloody loved that Polly, man, she was good. Her and Cindy have that in common.
Here, she is assuming all roles (as would be expected), making herself up as society folk, ladies to be precise, poised and preened to ooze their impressions of grandeur and self-importance and situated in front of green screens upon which imposing, over-treated, photographs make up the backdrops. So you've got these superior looking ladies caked in make-up, in various formal poses, set against over-treated scenes and the juxtaposition creates a kinda vivid, garish image which is supposed to communicate some sort of amalgamation of fakeness. Cindy herself pulls it all together with her practiced gaze, which in one little look challenges the ideas of self-identity and superiority that are so prevalent here. Yah yah. Exactly.
She is really tiny though.
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