A story about William Eggleston
Last night I caught the Seattle premiere of William Eggleston in the Real World, a documentary by Michael Almereyda. The film was a bit of a failure, the director lacking the footage required for a feature-length film but making one anyway. Still, somehow, watching an artistic hero like Eggleston conduct himself as an inexpressive, alcoholic, chain-smoking bore with poor taste in synthesizer samples makes everything okay. His complete lack of pretension relative to the filmmaker made my first favorite photographer all the more interesting to me.
I also learned that Seattle’s Henry Art Gallery, whose curator was in attendance, has exactly one Eggleston in their collection: Red Ceiling.
