While Ms. Rosenberg is more engaged with the individual images than the installation, which is crazy talk!, this is a pretty good review. I'm especially down with her description of my "considerable narrative gifts."
But wait, what's going on in my life where I've had 2 reviews in the New York Times? Holy shit.
"In her second Chelsea solo, the photographer Zoe Strauss continues to develop her socially incisive portraits of downtrodden communities. While the images are strong, the delivery is flawed: wallpaper-size prints, salon-style installations and mock living rooms with vintage furniture compete for attention.
Many of the photographs were taken in and around Philadelphia, where Ms. Strauss is based, though shots from Gulfport, Miss., Las Vegas and elsewhere are mixed in. Close-ups of scarred, pregnant and otherwise striking individuals are alternated with blighted urban landscapes (half-houses; parking lots in abandoned strip malls). It’s not as bleak as it sounds; witness the two toy Escalades parked side by side in a driveway, or the child in pink pajamas jumping up and down on a messy bed.
Often Ms. Strauss comes across as a more sardonic Robert Frank or Walker Evans. This is especially true of the many instances in which she isolates signage, from desperate bathroom graffiti (“He Shoud Just Disiper Some Wheir”) to public-service announcements on the Atlantic City Expressway (“Stay Alive”). William Eggleston is here too, in a shot of a red room with a mirrored ceiling.
Taken one at a time, as in the slide show or the accompanying monograph or on Ms. Strauss’s blog, the images are more poignant. Those formats seem to suit her considerable narrative gifts better than this everything-and-the-kitchen-sink installation."