Yesterday I went to the Chelsea galleries.
Highlights: Henry Wessel at both Robert Mann and Charles Cowles. Also, of course, Elliott Erwitt at Edwynn Houk Gallery.
Lowlight: Tracey Moffat at Stux Gallery. Nice space, a photographer I have liked in the past, fun window display -- but in the end a laughably bad show that comes off as an undergraduate project propped up by a big budget.
And, yes, the branch of photography where a person stands before the camera with a surprisingly empty look on their face continues unabated. Any suggestions for ending this tradition are welcomed.