The first time I saw an exhibit of Annie Leibovitz’s photography in Washington, D.C., I felt I knew her subjects intimately. Leibovitz’s art captures her famous targets as posed but vulnerable. When I found her book with Susan Sontag – Women – the images amazed me for their familiarity and honesty.
Her new book – Pilgrimage – reviewed by Dominique Browning for the New York Times in her article A Pilgrim’s Progress, comes out today – with no people in it. The book opens with shots of Emily Dickinson’s house “that Ms. Leibovitz took, casually…on a family visit.” Even on her off days, Leibovitz takes amazing pictures.
“She took her camera to Virginia Woolf’s house, photographing the surface of her writing table, and into the garden, capturing the wide, rolling water of the River Ouse, in which Woolf drowned herself. She photographed Dr. Freud’s sumptuously carpeted patient’s couch in London, and Darwin’s odd specimen collection. Eleanor Roosevelt’s bedroom with its simple white coverlets, in her cozy cottage, Val-Kill, stands in contrast to a silver serving dish, its rich patina rippling with light. Abraham Lincoln’s elegant top hat and white kid gloves…Louisa May Alcott’s house…the view from Emerson’s bedroom window…”
More than another coffee table book, Leibovitz offers…”something about integrity, staying true to a vision…”