“I looked like I could give the viewer some contagious infection through the photograph,” his friend Renata Adler groused. In every instance, the photographer refused to flatter. “You’ll make me look handsome?” Avedon’s father asked. To sit for a portrait by Avedon, however, was risky - “an invitation to a beheading,” in the words of one critic. He produced portraits and only portraits - of Marilyn Monroe and George Wallace, drifters and swamis, his dying father and his dejected wives. In his long, relentlessly innovative career, he was never tempted by a landscape or still life. “Faces,” the photographer Richard Avedon once said, “are the ledgers of our experience.”
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