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Weegee's Darkroom: How a Tabloid Photographer Exposed Our World

“Weegee,” the nickname, conjured intimations of sorcery and the dark arts as well as a playful nod to frivolity and caprice. And, indeed, the black-and-white tabloid photography of newspaper lensman Arthur Fellig graphically captured grisly deaths and gaudy celebrations, Weegee's imagery locking on the crosshairs where calamity collided with celebrity, punishment jackknifed publicity. In Weegee's pressing pictures of the 1930s and 1940s are found puissant commentaries on a runaway American Dream where fame slugs it out with fortune while notoriety is morphing into a particularly virulent strain of media obsession. A recent survey show of Weegee's Hollywood-based work at the Los Angeles Museum of Contemporary Art, which was part of the larger Pacific Standard Time exhibition, revealed the restive piercing eye of this nighthawk shooter as it refracted our current hunger for shows of questionable entertainment cast as “reality.”