The reading room

Catalogue Essays

Written between hangings

Notes from the Plinth

I spend my working life on top of white boxes. Observations from up here, where the air is thinner and the poses are permanent.

For years, retouchers treated my freckles as a problem to be solved. An account of how they became the collection's most requested holdings.

A white studio, twelve denim looks, and the single loudest prop I have ever shared a frame with. In memory of a step-ladder.