Okay, it’s the third day in September and I have not mentioned yet that my husband’s book (or monograph, if you want to be technical) went on sale on the first. Yes; he is an artist, an honest-to-pete, makes-a-living-doing-it artist. The book is published by Aperture, which is the premier book house for photographers’ books.
It is a board book, in the same vein as that which we give our toddlers to mangle, but, in the words of my friend’s eleven-year-old daughter, this is much more naughty. Well, the cover might be, just a bit…artistic license, you know? Anyway, if you’re so inclined, you can read about it here.
What’s funny is publications as disparate as Entertainment Weekly, Vanity Fair, Harper’s, The New Yorker and full-on literary publications like The Georgia Review and Virginia Quarterly have either reviewed this book or have recognized his art. Which I take to mean that he’s got broad appeal.
So go check it out. You should be able to find it at your local bookstore, but you can always get it on Amazon and other on-line stores.