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Prize fighters, Time Out London, April 13, 2011<br />

Prize fighters<br />

<strong>The</strong> final four in the Deutsche Börse Photography Prize 2011, rated<br />

and reviewed<br />

As the Photographers’ Gallery gets a facelift, we go underground to see the Deutsche<br />

Börse Photography Prize in a new venue and to rate the finalists’ chances in this £30k<br />

shutter showdown<br />

<strong>Roe</strong> <strong>Ethridge</strong><br />

For a fluorescent lesson in the dissonances of capitalism, see <strong>Ethridge</strong>. <strong>The</strong> American artist<br />

wilfully ignores the barrier between commercial photography and art, with the pleasing result<br />

that you’re never quite sure if he’s trying to sell you something. That bland beauty at<br />

Thanksgiving dinner, sandwiched between a weirdly shiny turkey and a Japanese wall<br />

hanging: what is she offering, exactly? And why does she look so wrong? Actually, she’s a<br />

model, and the food has been styled. But that helps only in the way that buying a lipstick<br />

helps a woman feel beautiful: it’s a temporary solution, inadequate to the scale of the<br />

problem. <strong>The</strong>re’s another image of her, not included here, in a daring emerald dress. <strong>The</strong><br />

whole exercise was originally a shoot for fancy magazine Visionaire. That doesn’t help, either.<br />

<strong>The</strong> hanging speaks of one venerable culture, the dinner of another. <strong>The</strong> retouched babe in<br />

between doesn’t speak – fantasies don’t – but her silence is infinitely troubling.<br />

<strong>Ethridge</strong> comprehends greed, of all kinds. His still life of rotting fruit is so luscious it switches<br />

off atavistic alarms: you want to stroke the mouldy strawberries, lick the superannuated<br />

nectarine. His flawless images laugh at our obsession with perfection, and this flawed<br />

exhibition, in its unforgivingly cavernous temporary home, echoes with that amusement.<br />

Verdict <strong>Ethridge</strong> for President.

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