In the persona of Andre S. Solidor, veteran photographer Elliott Erwitt
plunges deeply into the kookier excesses of contemporary photography.
Connotation, denotation, "relevance," Andre S. Solidor's "best
masterpiece to date" features an "exuberantly eclectic" selection of
topics--smoking fish heads, pneumatic mannequins in inconguous poses,
not to mention some "up-close and personal" shots of Solidor himself.
Plus for all you postmodernist groupies out these, there's context and
commentary galore. Did we mention the gratuitous nudity?