
LOCAL COLOR
IN WILLIAM EGGLESTON’S Untitled, ca. 1970–73, five mostly modest-size vehicles—demure by comparison to the bench-seat behemoths the photographer seemed constitutionally drawn to—line up in awkward parking jobs like a row of mustered volunteers who haven’t quite yet figured out how to hold themselves and their rifles in formation. The cars are mismatched in make and color, from the burgundy of the Plymouth at the front (which dominates nearly a quarter of the photo’s expanse) to the silvery blue of the strange model (is it an import decked out with fins?) near the rear. The parking is not orderly