William Eggleston, Untitled, color photograph, 12 x 17 3/4“. From the series ”Los Alamos," 1965–74.


William Eggleston

Haus der Kunst
Prinzregentenstrasse 1
February 20–May 17

Whitney Museum of American Art
99 Gansevoort Street
November 7–January 25

Curated by Elisabeth Sussman and Thomas Weski

Thermodynamics tells us there is a finite amount of energy in the universe, but William Eggleston's work from the past fifty years proves that there is an unlimited amount of significance. Describing him as a father of color photography is a red (or maybe magenta?) herring. Eggleston deserves the Whitney's royal treatment—a 150-work career retrospective—because of the deep veins of content he has managed to tap, most running right under his feet. His flashed 35-mm images of a bivouac of shoes under a bed, or of a stuffed, icy freezer, are like new elements way down on the periodic table—things we suspected were there, but hadn't looked hard enough for. This exhibition promises to confirm that Eggleston is photography's richest generator of something from nothing.